chasingangela: (name sidelong)
Every morning there's a halo hanging
from the corner of my girlfriend's four post bed
I know it's not mine but I'll see if I can use it for
the weekend or a one-night stand


The guy who wouldn't quit blaring Sugar Ray in the UNY student lounge? He was going to die. Painfully. Possibly with the CD down his throat.

Granted, Angela usually wouldn't be cranky about something like that. But, usually, Abby was a baby who was willing to sleep for more than 90 minutes at a stretch. And, usually, she and Marty were able to use the time when the baby slept to do ... grown-up, tension-relieving things that just hadn't been happening. And usually, she didn't have a European History midterm in two hours that she had hardly managed to study at all for. And, usually, she hadn't decided cramming in a sticky student lounge chair was her best hope at even pretending to be focused enough to pass the test.

And now she had to deal with Mr. Every Morning.

I know it's not mine and I know she thinks she loves me
but I never can believe what she said
Something so deceiving


Angela pried herself out of the chair and went to say something to him. "Excuse me?"

He looked up with a painfully stupid expression on his sideburned face. "Yeah?"

"Can you turn it down?"

"What's your problem?"

Angela must have been channeling someone with a spine for once. She reached down and firmly shut off the CD player. "Do you really want to find out?"

He gave her a bitch is crazy look, but scurried away.

The Korean conversational circle chatting in the corner applauded as Angela went back to her notes.

[OOC: Open for phone calls or what-not.]
chasingangela: (half face)
It was Angela's 19th birthday, but she didn't have any plans to celebrate, really. She'd let herself have a caramel latte at work --- ooh, rebellion -- and was now flopped on her bed, trying to do some reading for her women's lit final.

Of course, Virginia Woolf wouldn't do her much good if she didn't make it past freshman year, but Angela wasn't letting herself think that far ahead.

[OOC: For meeeeeee, but open to anybody who remembers her birthday.]
chasingangela: (sepia)
Angela came back from her French class and struggled to breathe in through her clogged sinuses, than made a face. "Meg?" she called to her roommate. "What is that stench?"

"Angela! Hi!" Meghan said, and for once she sounded almost nice. From experience, Angela knew that meant nothing good had happened. "Remember how I was trying to convince you to use henna and you wouldn't?"

"Like two weeks ago," Angela conceded, dropping her backpack and sniffing again. Her sense of smell was almost shot, but the aroma in the room reminded her of a mixture of zombie sweat and rancid oatmeal.

"Um, right," Meghan said. "Anyhow, I mixed up a batch in case you changed your mind, and then I got involved in decorating my altar to recognize the moon goddess? So I forgot about it, and I just dumped it out in the bathtub." She paused. "I think it's alive and trying to eat the enamel."

Angela flopped onto her bed and groaned into the pillow. She was sick, had a low C in French because conjugating sucked, and was badly homesick for Fandom, of all places. Slowly, she opened one eye. "Do you suppose you could clean it up before it brings down the dorm?"

Meghan nodded. "Yeah, I was going to go to the store and get some stuff. And rubber gloves. Lots and lots of rubber gloves. Just ... don't use the bathroom until I get back, okay?"

"Not a problem,' Angela promised her roommate's retreating back. If Marty wasn't on his way, the day would feel like even more of a waste.
chasingangela: (name sidelong)
Angela had just finished her last final and was humming "Silver Bells" as she packed for her Christmas trip home. Out of habit, she called into her Fandom voicemail -- and the smile slowly died on her face as she listened to Anakin's message.

So. Angelus was back, and she was ten years away and useless. Even though she hadn't kept her notes from that horrible time two years ago -- she had wanted to block it from her mind -- she hoped that, if she just went back to Fandom, she'd be able to help *somehow.*

After calling him back, she made two other phone calls, then logged into Portalocity to see how fast she could get to Fandom.

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