Woo hoo!

[x_maker]

"Mr. John H. Forge; It is our pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted into the first-year program of the Business School at Empire State University."

You have to love letters that begin that way. I think I'll read it over again and again.

Now all I have to do is graduate here.

Comments

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Indeed. For folks to snack on, you could do a whole lot worse.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

I'm almost positive that was a compliment.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Hey, Marius called you pretty first. I'm just agreeing.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

I was checking that it was agreement on my appearance and not on my disposable nature.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Perish the very thought of your ... perishability. Agreement was on the former part, not the latter.

And I think I should shut up there before your boyfriend decides to perform evil tricks with sub-zero temperatures and my shower.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

Just so long as we're clear about that.

[x-coldhands.livejournal.com]

What boyfriend? :P

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

Please don't do this here.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Watch out, mate, for a minute there you almost came off good with a girl.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Yeah, wouldn't want that happening.

Oh look, lab time.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Ah, Forge. Master of problem-solving.

How you can spend that much time with Paige and be this tragically repressed I'll never know.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Low blow, Marius.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

What? I just saw her in the lab.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

I keep trying to jump him, he keeps pushing me away. I go back to my room and cry into my pillow. Maybe I'm secretly a man, I don't know.

And luckily, Jono doesn't read the journals, so I won't be sleeping on the couch even!

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

You're not a man. Trust me. I know these things.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Dude, I dunno. She hits on me all the time.

But that could be just 'cause I'm hot.