> David: Fuck snow...
It's snowing.
You loathe snow. Some part of you is dread certain that there must have been a mixup at birth, and that you were intended for John's tropical paradise, or even Jade's desert heat. As it is, you're stuck here, watching the dreadful white stuff blanket the landscape outside your house.
This of course means that you'll be stuck inside, holed up in your room to avoid your mother. Horrible. You suppose you'll make the best of it though. But what to do? There's so many choices. You could practice your fencing forms (always a good idea). You could continue work on your ironic book review of "Eragon", you suppose. You could finish that sick remix of BT's "Dreaming" you've been working on - Jade would like that, you think.
Actually, you figure you'll work on your gift for Rose. The bunny will certainly look much finer in a suit of chainmail, you think. Chainmail makes everything more badass. You get out your kit and begin to form the rings. You also turn on your laptop, in case one of your friends wants to drop you a line.
[OOC: takes place in 2008; anyone can feel free to pester. ]
You loathe snow. Some part of you is dread certain that there must have been a mixup at birth, and that you were intended for John's tropical paradise, or even Jade's desert heat. As it is, you're stuck here, watching the dreadful white stuff blanket the landscape outside your house.
This of course means that you'll be stuck inside, holed up in your room to avoid your mother. Horrible. You suppose you'll make the best of it though. But what to do? There's so many choices. You could practice your fencing forms (always a good idea). You could continue work on your ironic book review of "Eragon", you suppose. You could finish that sick remix of BT's "Dreaming" you've been working on - Jade would like that, you think.
Actually, you figure you'll work on your gift for Rose. The bunny will certainly look much finer in a suit of chainmail, you think. Chainmail makes everything more badass. You get out your kit and begin to form the rings. You also turn on your laptop, in case one of your friends wants to drop you a line.
[OOC: takes place in 2008; anyone can feel free to pester. ]