Finished! Well, a year anyway...

[x_maker]

Finals are done!. A year of college in the books, and almost all the annoying electives taken care of. Now I get to fend off the offers of TAing for the summer session and the everpresent requests to transfer to the Engineering School. I say bah to that, I refuse to answer any educational correspondence until at least July.

For the moment, I am going to find the nearest comfortable padded surface, collapse facedown upon it, and entertain offers of back rubs and snacks from willing supplicants.

Comments

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Are you offering to come and bestow snacks and backrubs upon my person? I think that's what it sounds like. Since, you know, you still owe me for that whole "psychically assaulted you with purple butterflies" incident.

[x-skin.livejournal.com]

Forge, she's a ninja. Don't push your luck.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Robots > Pirates > Ninjas. I am about 27.5% robot, therefore I fear no ninja.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Ah, but she's 100% ninja.

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

...and I can still make him 100% robot.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

And then he might have a chance. But until then . . .

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

Are you completely cracked? I wouldn't offer you backrubs if my fingers were surgically attached to your spine. And if we started accounting for all the things that I've done in my tenure here then I'd owe a great deal more than backrubs. There would be... Yes, well. I'd rather not go there.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Aha, the "playing hard to get" approach. A classic tactic. Well-played, Miss Braddock, well-played.