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...if you're a Xander, and it's Thursday night:

1. Need more shower gel.

2. Marty makes an eerily familiar woman. Note: this is not pondered in the shower.

3. If he doesn't know the stuff on the Art History final tomorrow, he doesn't know it; if he does, he does. There's nothing more he can cram into his head at this point, and he's not planning on trying. Yay evening of downloaded Mr. What episodes.

4. Somewhere there exists a future without a Michelin Man. Is that frightening or hopeful?

5. Hmm, cupcake bribery. In Music class tomorrow. Spoils to be shared by the winning party. ~~This might be pondered in the shower.~~ ~~But ZOMG not dirty!~~ ~~Dude, shower.~~

Current Mood: thinky

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*

Current Mood: WTF
Current Location: Room 406
Current Music: *headdesking*

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.

Tuesday:

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

Wednesday:

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

Thursday:

Creature Languages wherein there is Lobster ~~Rod~~ Rock.

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'.

~Xander

After hitting the brunch to save the Teal Deer yesterday morning and talking with Blair about environmental activism and brainsucking (as you do) and Callisto and Angela about scrapbooking (as you... well, no, you don't actually do if you don't actually want to get killinated by Angel and Marty, but talking is still pretty much okay) Xander had checked his e-mail in the afternoon to find a message about Molly's birthday. Unlike the one informing him of Jaye's party, he hadn't been busy trying to avoid going to hell when it arrived, and so was forewarned, and after some quality ~~handwavied NPC~~ shopping time, forearmed. Thus, presents, which sat, relatively neatly wrapped in terms of there being no visible rips in the paper except for that one that he covered pretty well with the scotch tape, yeah, on the desk next to his laptop.

Now, yawning, he puttered about the room preparing to head off for Shop.

[open for Teh Roomie yay, or for all your later 406 needs]

Current Mood: awake...?

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: Ms. Ahahahaha

( Dear Xander )

Xander stared at the first e-mail for a few seconds as he sat at his desk, then a wide grin spread over his face. Quickly, he forwarded it to Isabel, Rory, John, Callisto, and... who else. Krycek was probably pissed at her for the same reasons Cal was, yis. Sendinate. Yay.

Current Mood: pleased

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

( Dear Willow )

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.

History of Art was attendinated. There were dementedated nuns. In the lobby, Diefenbaker was giftinated. ~~Also some guy with a hat was there.~~ In the 2nd floor Common room , Callisto, Peter, Parker who is not Peter, Bridge, Rory and Jaye were talkinated to. Rory and Jaye were blaminated for the inateding. Rory might not have entirely deservinated it, but then again, she showinated Xander pictures of ~~Aye-Aye John~~ a demon from hell on her cellphone, so maybe she did.

The passive voice was useinated.

Things that are almost emo, but that would be ridiculous: In Xander's dresser drawer, there's an envelope hiding underneath his collection of mateless socks. Xander doesn't know what's in it; he walked out of Angel's clinic room with a folded-up note and after twenty seconds standing on the sidewalk outside the clinic, twitching it back and forth in his fingers, resisting the uge to look, he walked straight into the Fandom Post Office, bought a blank envelope, stuffed the note inside, sealed it, and with a borrowed pen, wrote "BUFFY" on the front. Maybe someday he'll open it, once he knows it isn't needed, or maybe he'll just burn the thing. It's a little disturbing how much he really hopes he gets to make that call.

Things that are not emo at all: The 2nd floor common room. Chinese food. Plotting against Ms. Skeeter. Being laughed at by Callistieo. Superpowers. Jaye. Pirates. Ninjas.

Xander didn't get a lot of sleep after hitting Jake and Logan's party last night, but he still managed to drag himself down to the front gates the next day to sign-in
and leave for the trip to England. After a surprisingly short but bumpy bus ride, he checked in to the fancy-liek-whoa hotel, then headed off to dinner with Rory, Marty, Angela, Parker, Jaye, and Zero, followed up by a trip to the London Eye, wherein there was far too much discussion of -- quell your shock -- boykissing.

After the Creature Language Mid-term, wherein Blair was acting strange and unbouncy liek whoa, and coming home to Home to 406 wherein Isabel was unhappy about being bouncy liek whoa, Xander was reminded of something he'd heard on the radio last night, and fired up his laptop to do a little ~~shopping~~ totally innocent surfing. Yay 30minutemall.com which totally delivers to Fandom Island, *nodnodnod*.

Luckily it arrived in plenty of time to take to the Common Room with him later that night.

Current Mood: calm

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?

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.

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: re: re: Catching up, etc.

Dear Willow:

delete key

Current Mood: indescribable

With Xander flipped out about something or other, taking off for God knows where and still not back yet, it was up to Jeremiah to protect Room 406. So he did. Vigilantly. Except for that one bit where he got a little distracted. But mostly? Completely on the ball. Ribbit.

___

{ooc - mostly to appease the frog's OCD, but if roomie wants to use it as a room post, feel free.}

Xander ( slammed out of his room ) carrying a whiteboard and a black dry-erase marker under his arm, heading for... well... anywhere away from there. Anywhere that hopefully contained no singing.

He may have looked a little odd, what with the large piece of duct tape over his mouth.

Current Mood: distressed

After waking up on Friday to a worried frog, a blizzard outside, and a startling drop in temperature especially for a California boy, Xander hit the cafeteria to pick up food for the weekend, instead of venturing into town. Then there was... well, there was something, in Professor Car's class that involved Angela being a boy and Xander climbing on Lee's shirtless back and groping his whoa hi arms, but it was for art, OMG, ok?

( And then there were snowmonsters... )

Luckily, someone brave and strong ~~and oblivious to subtext~~ finally happened past the closet on Sunday morning, after the fighting and the partying was long over, to help Xander come out, even if they did get a little messy (and cause a little property damage) in the process before heading home to the showers afterwards. (Luckingly the Best Roomie Ever had fed Jeremiah while Xander was trapped in the closet, YAYE!)

After he was all clean and shiny, Xander followed up on a note he'd found left for him by someone with girly handwriting, and headed off to Angel's room for some purely platonic totally NFB goings-on. Which had ~~very little~~ NOTHING to do with scrapbooking.

The End.
__

{OOC: *breathes omg*}

{Linky, historical, blah blah blah, OOC comments fine.}
__

Saturday, there were marshmallows in the common room.

Sunday, Xander stopped by Jake's art exhibition.

~~And Jeremiah played with his new friends in fandomtherapy.~~

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