notajar: (class)
This time, if someone were to peek over Door's shoulder, they'd see her finishing up the lamest linkdrop ever. )

They'd be especially bored, if they did, though.

Every so often she glances distrustfully at a row of socks tacked to the bulletin-board behind her desk with pencils. They're not moving, no, but they might.
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[OOC: Open like a not-closed item.]
notajar: (Default)
After sleeping in yesterday and then doing nothing more strenuous than talking to Aly and leaving a gift for Faithful (indeed she's done nothing more strenuous this week than go to class, join a few clubs and play charades) -- Door's found herself awake unreasonably early for a day when she has no classes. So she's cleaning up her notes for music (not that she has many besides 'get the mouth parts right' and 'don't remind the judges of relatives they don't like'), Defensce Against Malicious Magics and Driver's Education.

That takes sadly less time than she thought it would, and makes her sadly less sleepy than she hoped it would, so she peeks her head out into the hall to see if anyone's made something delicious-smelling in the common room this morning. Instead, she finds something hanging from the doorknob.

"...Seely? Why did someone leave a worm-scarf full of candy on our door?"
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[For the roomie, but open for visitors after.]
notajar: (moody)
Door doesn't brood, despite the fact that lying on your bed with your chin on your hands staring at nothing might look like brooding. It's a waste of time, doesn't make things better and it certainly doesn't make you feel better when you're unhappy.

But what's been -- aside from a certain best-forgotten adventure in the library -- a great week ) fetched up on a sour note last night.

It bothers her, this idea of losing a sense you've had since you were tiny. She can imagine being dead more easily -- too easily -- than she can imagine being ... blinded, like that. Yet she keeps trying to wrap her mind around it, and that bothers her too, but there's got to be a reason for it.

So it's not brooding. It's productive. She just doesn't know what it's producing yet.

[Locked to [livejournal.com profile] connernotconnor, lest my brain go splodey. You wouldn't want that all over your friendslist. Icky icky ptang, no.]
notajar: (sprawl)
The corridors are full of sound now, and Door's glad of that. After meeting for final presentations and final exams, classes had ended. Though birthday and holiday parties had provided some excitement, and Seely and Cally had certainly done their parts to keep things interesting, there hadn't been a lot of people to talk to with so many gone home on holiday.

Though the break's been relaxing, the noise of friends returning and new students arriving is welcome, making the place seem less empty and bringing with it the excitement of a new season of things and people to get to know. Door's left her door open to listen to it as she looks over the course catalog for the new term, as well as to welcome any new or familiar faces that might wander by.
notajar: (reading)
Door's decided to try a different way of arranging her journal, just for variety.

Cut for linkdrop, as you do )

And now she's lying on her bed reading Dickens and wondering if Tiny Tim could get any more disgustingly cute. And she likes children.

[Door's ...uh. The door's open. As is the post.]
notajar: (reading)
...
    18 September, 2006

    I lost my exploration log somewhere in the Underside when I ran from home; it's only now occurred to me that this is...something of an exploration on its own, if an unexpected one.

    cut for leenkdrop of doom )

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