welcome to my life
I stretched out and opened my eyes. Whoa! Where was I?
The night and day before came back to me and I groaned. Oh right, it's not possible for me to be in my best friends room after a night of hardcore studying for a final or getting help for a paper. It's all demons and death.
Welcome to my life.
I was really hoping I could have a life in College you know? It would be awsome, I could go to class and not have to worry too much about demon's and vampires. It wasn't like I was just going to stop patrolling or something. I was just going to keep it seperate. Buffy's life and the slayer's life. Those two lives are un-mixy, and I don't want them to be mixy. No mixy for good life and suck-life.
This is me though so of course my wish is not anyone's command and my roomate was murdered! Not only that but she was a demon! That I was pretty sure of all along I mean Celine Dion? Please. Anyways, I was hoping that if stuff came up on campus it wouldn't be that close to me, yet hey, in my room there was a demon living with me!
Ok, I'm over it. Well that's not really true but I'm as over it as I'm going to be for a while. Campus has been up in arms all night and I can't help but wonder what's going on. So Will, Xand and I did the research thing all night, I'm betting I crapped out early because I've never really been one for the research, I'm action-gal - so fun. Plus that whole praying it's not hellmouthy because my roomate was just murdered and I had to help with an exorcism, I really need a break. I should have like a time clock or federal regulated break time. Wouldn't that be cool? They can't work me over however many hours without a break. The watcher's council needs dental or something, not that I even work for them anymore. I should write my own slayer handbook.
At least, until they assign me another roomate, I don't have to continually make up excuses as to where i'm going. Kathy probably thought I was a little ho sneaking out to meet some guy. I wish, well if it were a particular guy I'd wish it and damn I really need to not think about him. I've been doing so well with the not thinking about him every second. It's every other second now and I don't need to regress, regression is badness.
Now we've got a whole new issue. I'm really swiming in the land of denial that maybe it's just some stupid pysch experiements and the rat's were just really expensive. God, when did I get so 'gangs on pcp' excusing the hellmouthy rumblings.
Will's still sleeping and I should go back to my room but I don't really want to. I mean Kathy was murdered in there and it was probably suppose to be me. Gee, now that's a thought.
The night and day before came back to me and I groaned. Oh right, it's not possible for me to be in my best friends room after a night of hardcore studying for a final or getting help for a paper. It's all demons and death.
Welcome to my life.
I was really hoping I could have a life in College you know? It would be awsome, I could go to class and not have to worry too much about demon's and vampires. It wasn't like I was just going to stop patrolling or something. I was just going to keep it seperate. Buffy's life and the slayer's life. Those two lives are un-mixy, and I don't want them to be mixy. No mixy for good life and suck-life.
This is me though so of course my wish is not anyone's command and my roomate was murdered! Not only that but she was a demon! That I was pretty sure of all along I mean Celine Dion? Please. Anyways, I was hoping that if stuff came up on campus it wouldn't be that close to me, yet hey, in my room there was a demon living with me!
Ok, I'm over it. Well that's not really true but I'm as over it as I'm going to be for a while. Campus has been up in arms all night and I can't help but wonder what's going on. So Will, Xand and I did the research thing all night, I'm betting I crapped out early because I've never really been one for the research, I'm action-gal - so fun. Plus that whole praying it's not hellmouthy because my roomate was just murdered and I had to help with an exorcism, I really need a break. I should have like a time clock or federal regulated break time. Wouldn't that be cool? They can't work me over however many hours without a break. The watcher's council needs dental or something, not that I even work for them anymore. I should write my own slayer handbook.
At least, until they assign me another roomate, I don't have to continually make up excuses as to where i'm going. Kathy probably thought I was a little ho sneaking out to meet some guy. I wish, well if it were a particular guy I'd wish it and damn I really need to not think about him. I've been doing so well with the not thinking about him every second. It's every other second now and I don't need to regress, regression is badness.
Now we've got a whole new issue. I'm really swiming in the land of denial that maybe it's just some stupid pysch experiements and the rat's were just really expensive. God, when did I get so 'gangs on pcp' excusing the hellmouthy rumblings.
Will's still sleeping and I should go back to my room but I don't really want to. I mean Kathy was murdered in there and it was probably suppose to be me. Gee, now that's a thought.