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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: )


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


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: (computer)
So there was Shop in which pumpkin chucking, and Creature Lang in which Jake....did things... to coffee, and then there was lunch at the pond with Isabel, Callisto, and Bridge, and then there was a review session in Magical Theory and yay party.

And then, much later, Xander listened to the radio.

And then there was e-mail:

To: jaye.tyler@fandomhigh.net
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: What I Said Last Night

[link to podcast]

I'm just sayin'.

soldtoarmenians: (1-serious)
But, you know, a little more after classes than that other after classes over in Janet's room.

Today the Music of Pain was Ray Stevens. Who was allegedly non-depressing, and only sometimes country, and fell under the MoP umbrella only because this was Beside Myself, which had 1.5 decent songs on it, and neither of them was Butterfly Inside A Coupe DeVille which was currently playing because Xander couldn't be assed to get up and hit skip.

{Locked to zie roommate, ohyes. Contents of discussion NFB; any sudden and moody departures -- *whistles* -- fair game.}
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In Shop, Xander helped Nadia learn about the Lorax except 'help' might be the wrong verb there, made some festive flags for the castle set, and actually did help Nadia with her, um. Flingenation. Of fairy dust. Which he was still covered with when he went to Magical Theory. During which his ears were not remotely burning, because it's already been demonstrated that Xander? Sucks at psychic.

Later there was play rehearsal, and later still, in the common room there was Vanessa Saturn, which was new to Xander's time-warped eyes, plus the apparently now-requisite torture by Rory who is mean and evil and Faithful who is a cat so that's kinda redundant, discussion of temporal displacement with both Bridge and Krycek, an artistic question from Jake and the random appearance of Ninja Vin Diesel.

But not, of course, Ninja Vin Diesel's boyfriend. Because that would just be weird.
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: (1-neutral)
{In completely unexciting form...}

Magical Theory.
E-Mail from Veronica re Logan's Birthday party on Friday.
First rehearsal of a Midsummer Night's WTF.
Oh look listen: Radio
soldtoarmenians: (sleepy)
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 his mood no end, of course, then sat down to write up what he could remember of one of his more common recurring dreams.

Yeah, this one's a little more boring. )
soldtoarmenians: (1-neutral)

Room 406, with deep dedication to an art project. For Shop.
Newspaper, with pertinent, if incomplete, Mountie-information.
Shop class, with KABOOM!
Dewey's office, with annoying note.
Dream's office, with lack of good news.
Jack's poster, with anticlimactic information.
Magical Theory, with the Salem Witch Trials.
2nd floor common room, with possessed TV, random dismemberment and - relax and take a deep breath, because this might come as a bit of a shock around here, but -- boykissing.

soldtoarmenians: (1-neutral)
Shop class, in which Xander made a statement about Valentine' Day, and so did John. Except John's involved acidic fish.
Magical Theory, in which there was open question period. Except Xander really only had the one, and he wasn't going to repeat it in class.
Aeryn is leaving which explains the acidic fish.

Xander and Jeremiah visited to say goodbye. Later, there was pet time in the common room.
soldtoarmenians: (frog)
Traditionally? Not the best day for Xander Harris. Not that he was feeling bitter or emo or in any way cribbing from his ex, because that would require reading her bitter emo mind, and Xander lacked that power.. Ms. Calendar had done a fine job of reminding him exactly why, yesterday - which hit he'd taken like a very manly man, because yeah. Stupid and Xander are intimately acquainted, and not in the way that means you leave a scarf tied around the door handle to warn your roomie that you and Stupid are gettin' down to some funky scrapbookin' in the room, and she might wanna hit the Common Room for a while. A couple floors away.

Which... sounded like not that bad of an idea, if he actually didn't want to get bitter and emo about his current lack of a partner for any art projects besides the ones in Professor Car's class. Xander shook his head, grabbed his present from the roomie and, after a thoughtful glance at his desk, Jeremiah's tank-handle.

"Come on, pal. Let's go hang out with the other losers. Not that I need cheering up, but you look like you could use the company. You're kinda shading toward indigo there."

Granted, that might've been the result of that last can of amphibi-sticks with the funny black label that said 'Made in Ry'leh, contents may arise from the sunken depths and herald the return of the Great Old Ones. Get a free shub-niggurathling with three proofs of purchase and the soul of your firstborn tadpole.' Or not.

Together, they headed for the 2nd floor Common Room.
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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After selling Crichton some Twinkies in Shop first one's free, little boy..., and learning about personal shields in Magical Theory, in the evening Xander headed off, with a bit of 'Why the hell did I sign up for this again? It's not like I'm seeing anyone' to the Boys Only Valentine's Day Stragetic Session.
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 failed at cooking, but won at scoring free innuendo food from Crichton. And Nadia modded his banana OMG! Bananamodder!
Open shop in 3rd period wherein stakes were carved and roomies were bestest.
Magical Theory wherein Xander failed a Turing test at life to be psychic, and no one was surprised.
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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)
Sleepy OMG
Shop, where Xander made something really complex and awesome a spice-rack.
Magical Theory. Pop quiz! Woe!
Lunch. With pie! And People.
Home again home again to deliver a present to his roomie, and discover there's been Darla action. :-o
The burninated 2nd floor common room, where Xander did not play porn on his laptop for the assembled multitudes and/or Jaye. Two twinkies say it never happened.
See? Radio says it never happened.


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