Sorority Meeting [1st floor rec room]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Annie had been nice and helpful today, sending out an email to the sorority members telling them to wear clothes they could relax in. So it probably shouldn't be too much of a surprise to see that there were pillows strewn about the room and yoga mats on the floor. Annie didn't actually know anything about yoga, but they sort of said "relaxing."

"Hi, everyone! So with school back in session and graduation coming up and college letters coming in any day now, I thought maybe we could work a little on relaxation techniques to get you through those tough times," Annie said. Mind you, none of these would work on Annie. Ever.

“We’re going through a bit of stress at home, too,” Rilla said, “and people react in different ways. My mother knits, and our housekeeper bakes constantly.”

Which would explain the mounds of cakes they had to choose from. The news from the front this week hadn’t been positive. “I think I prefer the music to the sugar.”

This was not true at all.

"It's healthier, anyway," Annie said. She preferred the sugar, too. "But pick a yoga mat, and we can try some breathing exercises, or something, or get some cake, and we'll just relax for a while." And then she went to the stereo and hit play on the CD, thus filling the room with the sounds of things like waves crashing and birds chirping. Yes, she totally owned one of those Sounds of Nature CD's. Don't judge.

“We can each share a happy thought to help calm us!” Rilla added. “For instance, Jims has slept through the night every day this week!”

"And I should be getting word on my colleges maybe even today!" Annie said. No, Annie, that was your stressy thought, not your happy thought.

“Now someone else can go,” Rilla said, nodding. “Everyone breathe!”

The Roof; Thursday Evening [ 03/08 ].

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

Britta had been saving the last little bit of weed she'd scored in Brazil and sneaked back up with her (don't ask how; seriously, don't ask), but tonight, she was feeling like she'd go ahead and hop on up to the roof and enjoy it finally. She figured she could probably refill her stash over the weekend, and if not...well, there was always cigarettes.

She didn't seem to mind that it looked like it might rain. It felt nice enough out that it probably wouldn't even be a bad rain if it did, and she had some mega heavy questions to ponder, like what her meaning in life was, what kind of cause she should support next, why exactly she kept forgetting to go to work or hold anarchist meetings, and whether or not she should get a cat.

She figured she should definitely get a cat. The rest was all still up in the air.


[[ speaking of cats, look at what one just dragged out of the trenches of inactivity! Open roof is open! ]]