Fifth floor common room, Thursday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was making an attempt not to be emo.

No, seriously, she really was. That's why she wasn't on the roof. Well, that, and because it looked like it was going to rain, and being on the roof in the rain would be, like, doubleplusmegasuperemo, more emo than even she could stomach right now.

So she was lying on the floor listening to Hannah Montana, doodling in her notebook, and pondering the mysteries of what it must be like to be a teenaged pop star and try to have a normal life.

That actually helped. Because whatever she was doing, at least it wasn't trying to do a world tour while attending high school. . . .

[ooc: open!]

Comments

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"...really? That's awesome. Does it help?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I get lots of thank yous, so I think it must."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"THat's amazing, dude. Pencil me in?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "No problem."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Sweet! Lemme know when this all goes down, and I'll clear my calendar. not that I ever have anything going..."

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