The past few weeks had been completely and utterly insane. Even more insane than that night last month that I never dropped a link to somehow with the X-Avenging Runaways which he mentally used as the name for lack of any other short descriptions. Between casual conversation with Dawn and others (insane conversation), helping Sakurazaki plot ( Read more... )

It was a lazy Sunday, which was exactly the kind of Sunday Peter was hoping for after last weekend. The past few days had been fairly eventful, too, what with alone time with Zero, Charlene's birthday, Thanksgiving dinner and then warToday had been reserved for catching up on his studies from the week he was out. Unforunately, he was somewhat ( Read more... )

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... )

After a decent first day of class and some good training with Aeryn, Peter was ready to relax a bit.

And by "relax," he meant "try to get ready for his science classes by reading old notes."

[OOC: Mainly here to drop the link, but if anyone wants to stop by, I have a little time before sleep is necessary.]

After finding out what caused Charlie's grudge against him, Peter knew it was time to act. Not only did he give Charlie the phone number of someone who could help him with his mental and emotional problems, but the radio reported that Dawn had started spreading the word about "Charlene" Kawalsky.

And then this morning saw Peter kicking Charlene's ( Read more... )

Ah, Thursday. A good day to sleep in. So Peter did. Then he had some breakfast, studied a little, took a shower, and just as he was getting dressed he decided that today was going to be a very good day.

And then he put on a sock. He looked in his sock drawer. They were all like this.

Somebody was going to pay for this.

Peter sat at his desk, trying to write a poem for Journalism. Writing a poem for Journalism sounded weird to him, but it could be fun. If you had any poetry skills. Which he didn't ( Read more... )

This sociology reading was tough to get through. Peter was pretty positive that be the end of the semester, Grissom would assign the Oxford Dictionary for some light weekend reading. He kept nearly falling asleep while trying to skim and still retain something. Instead, he just kept rereading the same paragraph. It was getting annoying ( Read more... )

Returning to his room dripping wet and having far too much of his sociology reading left, Peter grabbed a towel and then settled into his computer char to read. He still hadn't completely processed his StuCo win. Furthermore, he was stil weirded out by his nightmare the other night. He really had to talk to Isabel about whatever the situation with ( Read more... )