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May. 5th, 2006 03:03 pm
soldtoarmenians: (oldskool)
To: bsummers@pacbell.net
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Graduation

Dear Buffy: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow, love Buffy: )
Dear Buffy, love Willow: )
Dear Willow, love Buffy: )

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: Graduation

> It's Monday. Can you and Giles come?


your uninvited BFF
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
soldtoarmenians: (fashion zomg)
Xander? Totally studying for Creature Languages.

By remote viewing, obviously, since his book is on his bed, his notes are in the laptop next to his book, and he is across the room from both, using a froggie treat tied to a pencil to try to teach Jeremiah how to dance to the Movie With Kevin Bacon In It That There Just Is No Good Meta Name For That's Simultaneously A Dancing Pun And A Pun On The Real Name soundtrack.

It's possible he's lost his mind due to finals week stress, of course. Or maybe he just had a really good day yesterday. After all, he built a swing-bed for a holographic dinosaur in Shop and watched his possibly b-word person be cute, got free study time in Magical Theory which he actually used for study, omg, visited the library where he finally got a library card and made it in and out of Special Collections without having to be rescued, then totally lost at cupcakes in the Common Room, woe. Except not.

It's possible the song playing is not the title song which scans a lot better in his dimension for some reason. It's possible Xander is grinning a lot, and it's possible that every so often he is glancing around to make sure no one is watching, then demonstrating the step he's trying to teach Jeremiah.

It would probably help if the door weren't open, huh.

[ooc: *waves* Bored. The post, like the door, is open. It's set when Best Roomie Ever is in class, but iffen she wants to use it after class/gym, be my guest. And since Xander's 3rd period class is semi-cancelled, he's pretty much around all morning.]
soldtoarmenians: (latin)
To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Sent: 20 April 1998 2:45 p.m.
Subject: re: HA! You're so not up yet. I win.

*taps foot*


Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )

[Dear Xander:] --- Huh? Oh wait, that's not from Willow. Oh...boy, is that ever not from Willow. Right, not flailing. So...totally not flailing.

So totally... not sending this e-mail. At all. Really. Yo, Larry )

Well, maybe a little.

Dear Harris: )
Larry: )
Dear Harris: )


Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
soldtoarmenians: (Default)

Well, that's gonna give Xander a convenient reason to unload a second birthday gift on Isabel, courtesy of Shop, finally give Aeryn the thing he'd bought for her when she came back and then never really found a non-awkward way to pass on, and give Angela the present Rory had helped him pick out at IKEA. And proves he was not on crack to think that buying some foodie gift baskets for the insane amount of parties they have around here could be an idea.

Too bad it doesn't really provide an excuse for handing over the other present he bought on Sunday, but... ah well. He'll be more neurotic about that bridge when he...you know, that metaphor is suddenly a lot less metaphorical than it used to be.

soldtoarmenians: (computer)
Not that Xander really needed another shower just to make sure all the slime was out of his hair? But... it was better than spending all day worrying about whether all the slime was out of his hair. Which come to think of it might have distracted him from worrying about other things all day, but it was too late now; you can't unshower.

You can send a text message while you wait for your hair to dry, though. And then an e-mail while you wait for your brain to return from whatever dimension it's currently taking a vacation in.

And then you can do other things besides sitting in front of your laptop waiting for a reply. Like...um. Play Tetris.

And not be at all vaguely disappointed when the New Mail popup turns out to be from Willow: )

To which you can reply with wide eyes, wet hair, and disappointment completely replaced by spazz-hands, if you're Xander: Dear Willow: )

Dear Xander: )

*headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk*

Dear Willow: )

Dear Xander: )

*headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *don't reply* - *headdesk*

*peek cautiously at inbox when this arrives moments later* Dear Xander: )

*sigh* *facedesk*

*head off to Creature Languages*


Apr. 10th, 2006 11:41 pm
soldtoarmenians: (wtf?)
Shop = tree
Creature Languages = lobster
Magical Theory = quiz
Common room = land of somebody's Oedipus complex, but... Xander's not sure whose
soldtoarmenians: (idea)


History of Art wherein there is something resembling a conversation with Krycek.


Shop, wherein there is lockpicking.
Magical Theory, wherein OMGWTF, MacBeth?
Kissy election results , wherein, well, kissy.


Creature Languages wherein there is Lobster Rod Rock.


Apr. 3rd, 2006 06:55 pm
soldtoarmenians: (1-reading)
Shop wherein camping with Twinkies, yo.
Creature Languages wherein talking to a shark, yo.
Magical Theory wherein... um. Signing in, yo.
Weird Hometown Support Group, which has the best cookies, yo.

Yes, Monday is also known as The Day Wherein Xander Shares No Classes With Certain People, Yo. Before you ask.
soldtoarmenians: (Default)
Creature Languages. In which the raven quoth pretty much everything but Nevermore.

The last rehearsal, OMG! Where things were rehearsed.

The 2nd floor common room. Where Rory cut her hair. Well, no, she didn't cut it there. But you get the idea.
soldtoarmenians: (1-grin)
Sunday night:

Xander hit Angel's party, was lobstered at by Nadia, invited to balance animals (but not lobsters) by Bridge and Rory, and later gave something back to Angel.


Xander built a spicerack and gave John a present while again being lobstered at, as well as passing on the paprika bloodline in Shop, watched a video in Creature Languages (and got his once-again disturbingly decent mid-term grades), and took a quiz in Magical Theory.

He totally remembered to hit the Weird Hometown Support Group for once in the afternoon, and then in the evening, there was Animal Balancinating, wherein Xander talked to Rory, shared fake birthday cake with Bridge (and commiserated on temporal displacement), told Parker about Isabel having gone home, and of course balancinated stuff. To whit, a book, Jeremiah, and Steve. No, the other Steve. Which was kind of cheating, and besides, FROG HAT, so even though Invisible Steve The Cat Who Is Not Sean Under An Assumed Name did not fall off Xander's head, he took the consolation prize, which was very consoling.

Jeremiah, meanwhile, was balancinated. A lot. For which he got treats. Some of which were locusts. Whole ones, because otherwise eww.
soldtoarmenians: (Default)
In Creature Languages, Xander made unmanly noises at kitten!Zero, thanked her for saving him and Logan from Special Collections, and translated a song very, very badly. With killer bees.

Later, in the Common Room, Jaye was jumping a lot, defeated Xander with unfair Earth Logic on the subject of the Undiscovered Boykissy Room, and eventually fell on him. As you do. Meanwhile Angela congratulated him about the play, because irony is ironic that way, Callisto commiserated, and Blair... bounced. Was there really a question about how that sentence was going to end?
soldtoarmenians: (apple)

Shop class wherein we learn that the best thing to pack when going camping is your little sister.
Creature Languages, wherein we ... uh. Take a quiz.
Magical Theory wherein we learn that Xander kinda sucks sometimes. Oh wait, we knew that. And Cordy is kind of awesome. Even if she does live in a hut.

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Creature Languages, in which there are nursery rhymes, there is the boyfriend of someone who inspired delete-key behavior last night, and Our Hero turns in a euphemism.

On the up side, Witch Delivery brought Presents from Nadia, and even before Xander knew about those, there may or may not have been a Twinkie re-supply commando raid.
soldtoarmenians: (computer)
Hey, it was quiet up there, at least outside Xander's head, and he wasn't in the mood to sleep. Twinkies might eat him.

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Catching up on my So Called alleged life

Dear Willow )
soldtoarmenians: (Default)
Shop class - wherein Xander's little sib mocked his duct tape, because there is clearly something wrong with her.
Creature Languages, wherein everyone proved they have down the basic concept of 'what is a mammal.'
Magical Theory, wherein the subject of changing the future came up, and Xander had Oedipal flashbacks. No, not that kind. Eww. The kind where Snyder made him stand on stage in a toga and bad hair.
E-mail from Rory re: Sekrit Shopping Plans, wherein... actually, when did Xander turn into a girl exactly?
soldtoarmenians: (Default)
Morning announcements and a brief reaction thereunto.
Creature Languages. What is it with this 'quiz' thing, man? Seriously harshing the melon here.
Lunch where Xander wasn't.
E-mail from Parker about today's I-club not-meeting.
E-mail from Veronica about the Investigative section meeting after all.
6th period in the TA Lounge where weirdness abounds. Because that narrows things down... Ok, ghostly weirdness, according to Angela.
I-Club investigative team meeting - wherein Xander talked about hookers with the Tick. As you do.


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