Xander was not King of Twinkies in Shop.
Xander was not...especially attentive in Creature Languages.
Xander was not going to mention the porn in Magical Theory.
Xander was not going to join Isabel in her psychosis, thank you.
One that did:
Empty inbox. Since Sunday. *twitch*
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.
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
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
Third cousin of E-mail, twice removed
Apr. 21st, 2006 04:38 amFrom: 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
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( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
Son of E-mail
Apr. 20th, 2006 06:46 pmFrom: 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
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( 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: )
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Sent: 20 April 1998 6:17 a.m.
Subject: HA! You're so not up yet. I win.
*Poke*
love, Willow
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( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Chock Full O' Details
( Pick one. Heck, pick two. Mix n' match. )
~Xander
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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
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To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Chock Full O' Details
*wins, muahaha*
~Xander
E-mail, late Monday night
Apr. 17th, 2006 11:57 pm( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
Monday afternoonish...
Apr. 17th, 2006 04:17 pm
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.
Room 406, Saturday Morning
Apr. 15th, 2006 06:33 pm
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: )
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*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*
[Open for roomination! Or other visitation, as long as it's before the afternoon when Misadventure Yay is occurring.]
Thursday morning
Apr. 13th, 2006 09:35 amYou 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*
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.
Stuff What Happened to Xander:
History of Some Dude Named Art (Who may or may not be a stuntman)
Stuff What Should Be Making Xander's Ears Burn:
Nadia's dreaming again...
Creature Languages = lobster
Magical Theory = quiz
Common room = land of somebody's Oedipus complex, but... Xander's not sure whose
Sunday/Early Monday
Apr. 9th, 2006 11:58 pm
Xander: *has to be threatened with cookie confiscation before he'll even tell Best. Roomie. Ever. about date...stuff. Otherwise, says nothing, even to people who already know*
Bridge: *tells, like, almost everybody*
Radio: *tells EVERYBODY*
Xander: *sighs*
(Best. Roomie. Ever. : *has nightmares, presumably not about Xander's social development issues, though you never can tell around here*)
Room 406, early afternoon
Apr. 9th, 2006 04:18 pm__
{Open for teh roomie, at the moment}
Saturday afternoon/evening.
Apr. 8th, 2006 09:58 pmYou would not be wrong.
You'd be gifted with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, or you'd be Jeremiah...or possibly both... but you wouldn't be wrong.
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{Door's not open, but he'll answer it if anybody feels like stopping by. He'll just... be hiding that e-mail tab. :) }