UNY Dorm Room, Saturday Afternoon

[chasingangela]

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.]

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[chasingangela]

"He's being amazing," Angela nodded. "So far, at least. He asked me to marry him, but ... I don't want to do another big huge new thing just because of this."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," she said quietly. "I'm totally reversed there, but I get it. I mean, do what feels right."

[chasingangela]

"You're going in order, I'm the one who's doing it backwards," Angela said, just as quietly. "It's all what feels right, I guess."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"That's subjective," she said, shrugging a little. "Do you need anything?"

[chasingangela]

"Not that I can think of," Angela said, touched. "I mean, for the smell of eggs to stop making me want to puke, and for my professors to understand I need to nap instead of doing homework, but nothing you can do. I would let you know, though."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I'll tell Sookie eggs have to stay off the menu," she said. She was mostly joking.

[chasingangela]

Angela laughed. "They can be on the menu if you don't mind a slightly greenish bridesmaid. Um. Mostly I'm fine if I don't cook or try to eat them?"

[OOC: Really am going to bed now.]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I should tell you, the temptation to make a fertilization joke is strong," she said, smiling.