Roundup for Jan 18th

[soldtoarmenians]

It hadn't exactly been the most exciting of days, though it'd been a decent one in terms of no demons in Xander's locker, no dontcallmeelis weevils in his Captain Crunch, and getting away (he hoped) with cannibalizing an old essay from Journalism in Shop class. It was cannibalism of TRIBUTE, man. Tribute to duct tape, and to Spider J.

Plus during his empty third period, Xander finally located the TAs' Lounge, and chatted with Sam and Angel. But not about pranking the newbies, because that would be wrong.

And while Magical Theory had brought up some *cough* uncomfortable memories of witchcraft-related issues, it'd still been a good class - how could an hour where they were invited to trash The Craft not be?

So not a day of suckage either. He ended it by hanging in his room, listening to The Best of the Dr. Demento Show on his CD drive, wondering if frogs had taste in music since they didn't have visible ears, and surfing the net for porn highly educational purposes. At least until he wasn't alone any longer... Ah, Command+Tab, a friend you are to me...

Of course, the radio broadcast had sounded a little weird and kinda gay, but he'd been pretty much asleep when he'd heard it, so he couldn't really remember why...