Room 218, Thursday Afternoon
In a shocking turn of events that probably surprised absolutely no one, Karla was still in a fantastic mood. Honestly--and no disrespect meant to her boyfriend--most of her good mood stemmed from feeling free for the first time in a years. It was like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders; the danger that had doggedly haunted her since she'd returned to the estate from the coven was no longer a threat.
And, okay, the rest of her good feelings came directly from the discovery that, yes, sex was as astral as everyone had said. She wondered if she should sent Alex Karev a note saying, "Fine, fine, you were right."
Since she was in such a good mood, she figured she should probably tackle cleaning her dorm, since she hadn't bothered to clean it much over the holidays and it was getting a little cluttered. She'd even do it by hand, since it was sorta homework for Home Ec. And hopefully this would give her something to do until the smugness wore off.
[Open door, open post! Friends, phone calls, and random passersby welcome, though I may be slow as I am also working on The Thesis.]
And, okay, the rest of her good feelings came directly from the discovery that, yes, sex was as astral as everyone had said. She wondered if she should sent Alex Karev a note saying, "Fine, fine, you were right."
Since she was in such a good mood, she figured she should probably tackle cleaning her dorm, since she hadn't bothered to clean it much over the holidays and it was getting a little cluttered. She'd even do it by hand, since it was sorta homework for Home Ec. And hopefully this would give her something to do until the smugness wore off.
[Open door, open post! Friends, phone calls, and random passersby welcome, though I may be slow as I am also working on The Thesis.]