In theory, Peter had schoolwork to do. In actuality, Peter was responding to e-mails from people back home.

( To Mary Jane )

( How Peter Parker spent Christmas Eve in New York. )

Peter was on the phone, trying to help Mary Jane with some computer issues. "Look, reformatting the C: drive isn't that scary. Just make sure you have everything backed up and you'll be fine. Get that stuff taken care of and call me tomorrow night if you need a walk-through, okay?... Okay. I'll talk to you then. Bye ( Read more... )

( Monday afternoon )

It was late, but Peter had finally finished up those e-mails he had mentioned earlier.

( To May Parker )

Even though it was a Sunday tradition, Peter had an e-mail he had to write today.

( To Mary Jane )

It was mornings like this where Peter wished he had his webshooters. He could just shoot a web at his laptop, pull it over, and not move from his bed. Sadly, he had to actually roll out of bed if he wanted to send some e-mails out.

( To Mary Jane )

Sunday morning. A time for sleeping in, boredom, and writing to people in New York.

( To Mary Jane )

After crawling up from Rory's room, Peter started up his computer, uploaded that picture from last night, opened up Photoshop, and ate the donut he took from downstairs.

He wasn't really in the mood for doing graphics at the moment, though. So he made like a lemming wrote an e-mail.

( To Mary Jane )

Peter had spent the past day devoted to moping. He figured it would be best to get all of it out as quickly as possible and as privately as he could. Sure, it was much easier for him to meet friends at this school than it was Midtown, but that didn't mean he wanted everyone to see him depressed ( Read more... )