Francine Peters (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thatsamilkshake) wrote2008-05-28 03:37 pm
thatsamilkshake) wrote2008-05-28 03:37 pm
Entry tags:
- [alice],
- [blair],
- [ella],
- [liir],
- [mac],
- [wes collins],
- classes: foodie aka mister bond is hot,
- communication,
- exclamations: omg i am not in a sex clas,
- exclamations: ow that hurt,
- exclamations: people do not have hooves,
- exclamations: whee i can fly!,
- exclamations: wtf moving island?,
- family: mom and dad,
- food: chocolate,
- places: draco cabin,
- teachers: miss bell,
- teachers: mister bond,
- teachers: mister stinson
The Computer Lab: Wednesday, 5/28
Francine, put off an assignment until the day before class? Neverrrrr. She was only here to type up the letter home that she also hadn't been putting off. For three weeks now.
Dear Mom and Dad: I CAN FLY. SOMETIMES. Sorry it took so long to write. I AM IN FRANCE. FRANCE. F-R-A-N-C-E. LIKE MY NAME BUT WITHOUT THE IN. OMG FRANCE. Plus I'm lazy. And I turned into a pony and couldn't type. And I thought you'd think I was crazy if I told you all that. I ran out of stamps. Because I dropped them in the Aegean Sea. Which is why these have a picture of the Eiffel Tower on them. BECAUSE I'M IN FRANCE. Things are great here - I like my Big Sibling and my new roommate. She's --never heard of elevators-- got a cat, so I guess I could've brought Muffins. Probably better off not, though. My cabinmates would kill me after 5 minutes of her yapping. She wouldn't have liked the plane ride. To GREECE. We're in cabins right now so I have a bunch of different --really, really different-- roommates, but we're moving back to the dorms on Sunday. Yes, Mom, I'm making friends and getting lots of exercise --Chewing counts as exercise, right?-- and healthy food. My workshops are---- Mom, WTF, seriously did you sign me up for History of SE-- oh GOD I can't ask you that. What do I say? My workshops are immoral and fattening, and Mr. Stinson makes me wonder about the illegal part? They're taught by hot British guys and tiny ladies with WINGS? Which I also had? When I was a pony? Please come get me and take me away to that place they almost sent Uncle Jed to when he started shooting at the flying saucers? ----interesting. Yes, I'm practicing --ignoring the existence of-- my clarinet. Yes, I'm having fun. ...You know, I actually am. Wow.
love, Francine
She'd done her assignment days and days and days ago. This was just.... a little extra research. For, um, Extra credit. Yeah.
Which is why, after having typed slash fic into Google, she was currently sputtering at the screen. "I... what? They.... WHAT? With Ratman??? .... Oh, my God."
[OOC: linkdroppy but open! There was always only one post here. *waves hands* *remembers is not a Jedi* *distracts with boobies*]
Dear Mom and Dad: I CAN FLY. SOMETIMES. Sorry it took so long to write. I AM IN FRANCE. FRANCE. F-R-A-N-C-E. LIKE MY NAME BUT WITHOUT THE IN. OMG FRANCE. Plus I'm lazy. And I turned into a pony and couldn't type. And I thought you'd think I was crazy if I told you all that. I ran out of stamps. Because I dropped them in the Aegean Sea. Which is why these have a picture of the Eiffel Tower on them. BECAUSE I'M IN FRANCE. Things are great here - I like my Big Sibling and my new roommate. She's --never heard of elevators-- got a cat, so I guess I could've brought Muffins. Probably better off not, though. My cabinmates would kill me after 5 minutes of her yapping. She wouldn't have liked the plane ride. To GREECE. We're in cabins right now so I have a bunch of different --really, really different-- roommates, but we're moving back to the dorms on Sunday. Yes, Mom, I'm making friends and getting lots of exercise --Chewing counts as exercise, right?-- and healthy food. My workshops are---- Mom, WTF, seriously did you sign me up for History of SE-- oh GOD I can't ask you that. What do I say? My workshops are immoral and fattening, and Mr. Stinson makes me wonder about the illegal part? They're taught by hot British guys and tiny ladies with WINGS? Which I also had? When I was a pony? Please come get me and take me away to that place they almost sent Uncle Jed to when he started shooting at the flying saucers? ----interesting. Yes, I'm practicing --ignoring the existence of-- my clarinet. Yes, I'm having fun. ...You know, I actually am. Wow.
love, Francine
She'd done her assignment days and days and days ago. This was just.... a little extra research. For, um, Extra credit. Yeah.
Which is why, after having typed slash fic into Google, she was currently sputtering at the screen. "I... what? They.... WHAT? With Ratman??? .... Oh, my God."
[OOC: linkdroppy but open! There was always only one post here. *waves hands* *remembers is not a Jedi* *distracts with boobies*]