Xander's really packing, this time, not just trying not to and failing. He doesn't want to, but the more he gets squared away now, the more time he'll have left to be with people, instead of doing this. And it's... going. Not well, but it's going. The only problem is he doesn't have enough suitcases, and they aren't nearly big enough, or maybe just ( Read more... )

Things What Happened To Xander

Shop with...trees.
Common Room with...slime. And facepalming.

Thing What Should Be Making Xander's Ears Burn (but aren't, because not psychic omg)

Something tasteful in the school paper...
Journalistic Integrity includes stalking, yay. Or not.
Whaddya know, someone's dreaming again.

Stuff What Happened to Xander:

History of Some Dude Named Art (Who may or may not be a stuntman)

Stuff What Should Be Making Xander's Ears Burn:

Nadia's dreaming again...

Five minutes after getting back from his cancelled Shop class, Xander was sound asleep.

Almost two hours later, he was awake, rubbing his eyes, about to be late for Magical Theory, and still, as far as he could remember, hadn't dreamt one damn thing.

Sighing, he checked his e-mail only to find one about the first play rehearsal, which improved ( Read more... )

It hadn't exactly been an eventful day; his only class was Art History and that had been a blow-off movie hour with the crazy nun again. The crazy art nun, not the crazy sex-tips nun, although they looked disturbingly like they might be related. Hadn't been a bad day, either, especially not compared to ~OMG Robots Attack ( Read more... )

Halfway to Shop Class, it occurred to Xander that he was supposed to have written down his dreams for the weekend so he could do that analysis for Ms. Calendar's class. Crap. He couldn't even remember what he'd been dreaming about except... short waiters in tuxedos trudging through hip-deep snow and wearing incongruous strange hats? He shook his ( Read more... )