soldtoarmenians: (Default)
After running into town to get flowers (Guy flowers, okay? The kind that go on your lapel.) that he totally didn't forget until the last minute, Xander arrived back at 406 to find that his date? Already there. Though not already dressed. In prom clothes, that is. He was dressed in regular clothes omg, jeez - the roomie was there, after all!

After arriving at the Town Hall, there was an actual first dance. On an actual dancefloor. In public and all. Shockingly, Xander survived it. Even more shockingly, he survived dancing with Parker.

There was chatting with Rory by the punchbowl, and dancing with Bridge to That Song (no, not the Macarena) and somehow when he went for punch after that, there was dancing with Jake. Girl Jake. No, that wasn't weird at all. Unlike everything else tonight, of course.

Also Isabel, and who knew you could dance to The Rainbow Connection? Besides, presumably, frogs.

And then there was that last song which... um, yeah, notsomuch, Mr. Looksliketheexprincipalbutisn't Guy.

And then there was that.
soldtoarmenians: (1-splainy)
Saturday morning, Xander's inbox: )

Sigh. Well, at least he had the excuse that one of those was sent while he was in class yesterday, being really , really busy. Making Angel's unlife miserable glitter flags.

Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
soldtoarmenians: (oldskool)
To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Sent: 20 April 1998 11:55 p.m.
Subject: re: HA! You're so not up yet. I win.

Helloooooooooo... Stally McStallerson...

~Willow
_
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )

Dear Xander: )
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*

Detail.

~Willow
_
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: )

*headdesk*

Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
soldtoarmenians: (computer)
To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Chock Full O' Details

Pick one. Heck, pick two. Mix n' match. )

~Xander
__

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: Chock Full O' Details

....you suck. No fair telling before I poke!

~Willow
__

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Chock Full O' Details

*wins, muahaha*

~Xander

Tuesday

Apr. 18th, 2006 04:07 pm
soldtoarmenians: (computer)
Yuh-huh. Have you met a Tuesday in Xander's life when anything happened besides History of Art? Though granted stuff happened in History of Art. If by stuff you mean e-mail....like... Xander was totally supposed to be checking in History of Art, yeah.
soldtoarmenians: (1-smile)
Only in Fandom can you have subject lines like that, dude.

Xander ducked into his room from the party, where Isabel was still presumably hanging out, and where he'd just left Bridge. He grabbed the presents he'd bought at IKEA from his closet, tapped Jeremiah's tank and said, "Stop snickering at me; I can see you rolling your eyes, you know," then headed out again, down to Bridge's room.
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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)


Or, Xander Harris and the Inbox of Doooom

Viagra spam yawn.

Invitation from Jake to go buy a couch...um. Okay. possibly. Despite... almost complete lack of money. But hey, birthdays coming up liek whoa.

E-mail from Willow, oh crap. )



....*headdesk*

Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow: )
___
*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

[Open for roomination! Or other visitation, as long as it's before the afternoon when Misadventure Yay is occurring.]

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