I don't mind you coming here and wasting all my time

If you only knew
I'm hanging by a thread
The web I spin for you
If you only knew
I'd sacrifice my beating
Heart before I lose you
I still hold onto the letters
You returned
I swear I've lived and learned

It's 4:03 and I can't sleep
Without you next to me I
Toss and turn like the sea
If I drown tonight, bring me
Back to life
Breathe your breath in me
The only thing that I still believe
In is you, if you only knew

If you only knew
How many times I counted
All the words that went wrong
If you only knew
How I refuse to let you go,
Even when you're gone
I don't regret any days I
Spent, nights we shared,
Or letters that I sent

It's 4:03 and I can't sleep
Without you next to me I
Toss and turn like the sea
If I drown tonight, bring me
Back to life
Breathe your breath in me
The only thing that I still believe
In is you, if you only knew

I miss you...

Hey ya'll.. just noticed that at least one of my posts from this week had the wrong date/day combo in the subject line, and I noticed a few other posts were also wrong. You might want to double check yours.

The days are as follows..
Sunday - Feb 17
Monday - Feb 18
Tuesday - Feb 19
Wednesday - Feb 20
Thursday - Feb 21
Friday - Feb 22
Saturday - Feb 23

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Apologies for my absence, things have been a bit mental.

Catch me up, guys!

One of my friends invited me to that google wave thing. I now have invites available to give others. would anyone like an invite to google wave? I have 7 invites.

UGH! How do you oversleep with TWO alarm clocks set?!?!?!

I was so late for class...Ehhhhhh. Not a great way to start! I didn't even know I could sleep in until 10!!!

Going to my mom's for thanksgiving dinner. Leaving tonight and coming back tomorrow in time for work so won't be around at all tomorrow. Just wanted to let you all know.

<3 Nikki

I'm going to be gray by the time I'm thirty.

In other news, remodeling has begun on the second floor of the residential building. I apologize for any inconvenience this causes anyone. They have assured me that they will limit their work times to match up with the times that classes are offered so that you all aren't disturbed while trying to sleep or study. Should you have any complaints, please direct them towards me and I will handle it.

I would also like to announce that, although we have, in the past, offered classes for all of our residential students during the summer semester, we will not be doing so this year. There is a lot of work still to be done on the residential halls themselves so, in light of that, summer semester, which will run from June through August, will be restricted to a limited number of students as temporary housing in the staff buildings will need to be utilized at this time. Should you wish to attend and have the means to seek your own temporary housing outside of the school, we will be allowing commuter students during the summer semester. In fact, I would strongly encourage this if at all possible. Any students interested in attending as either a commuter or a residential student will need to have their application for the summer semester turned in by Friday, May 16th. These applications will be made available to all Staff Sponsors by the beginning of May. During those three months, the main building will be off limits to all students and staff and all personal items will need to be removed at the end of term.

Regards,
Dr. Hope O'Shea

( private to those of legal drinking age )

Who: Nox and Belle
When: Friday night
Where: starting at the school, heading off campus
What: a DATE!

Nox was a little nervous, but not horribly so. The hardest part was out of the way.. asking a woman out. Belle said yes, so that helped erase a lot of stress. Now he could focus on making sure he planned an enjoyable evening. Because he didn't have classes on Friday, he left campus when his office hours wrapped up at noon. He went grocery shopping to get all the supplies for dinner and took care of all the prep work at his apartment in town. Before long, the clock showed 5:30. He had a little more than an hour to get ready before he needed to drive back to school to pick up Belle.

Nox showered and shaved then set to work on figuring out what to wear. He'd told Belle to dress casually, and he planned on doing the same. Nox was a strange man. He'd always been more comfortable in a suit. Dressing casually was difficult for him, because he felt somewhat awkward in relaxed clothing. Even when he finally did find a pair of dark jeans and a black, long sleeve, cotton shirt. He hoped he looked casual enough.

When he was ready and the apartment passed inspection (because he had scrubbed the place, even though it was never dirty), Nox drove back to the school and parked outside the staff building. He rubbed his hands on his jeans a few times as he approached Belle's apartment. Now he was feeling nervous again, and his hands were a bit clammy as a result. He took a deep breath before knocking.

Damn, I do not believe it. Of all the things.

Tad hates me. He will not talk to me or come out of his room. What if he runs away because he is unhappy?

( Just call me your cock finder. )

Eve and I have been talking about group plot. We think that an underlying conflict might make things interesting.

Here's the idea. Let us know what you think:

A lycan (NPC - and just a lycan as an example) accidentally killed a fire-affliated person (another NPC) who wasn't inside during the full moon. Vampires might side with the lycans, as they know what it's like not to be able to control urges so well, and the fire community would be pissed off at the lycans. Some people might even take revenge in ways here and there - all in all causing unrest and tension.

Or something similar for tension purposes. :)

( Email: Rae )

( Email: Daddy )

Who: dizzyp & Open
When: Friday 2|22|08
Where: Student Lounge
Status: Incomplete

This was bullshit. Being confined to the building, as large as it was, had left the girl fiendishly itching for air, for freedom. It was her own fault for having slipped off campus, stayed out for days instead of just hours and ended up getting arrested in Manhattan. She knew this. But Dizzy wouldn't admit it and preferred to continue to sulk and mope as if the authority on campus had been entirely unjust. So what if she was high and in the process of being undressed by someone atleast a decade her senior when found. No one was hurt. No harm done. In truth the teenager was fortunate that the extent of her punishment had been probation and being confined inside the main building. If she needed to go to the infirmary or church, hah, then she was to be escorted. Thoughts roamed over the night of her arrest and she couldn't help but regret the shameless debauchery that had occurred on the porcelain sink in the bathroom of some rich kid's loft apartment, certainly funded by mommy and daddy. Rather than make her feel better it'd merely left her feeling even more empty than before.

She'd been the only person in the student lounge all afternoon. Those of age were probably in the process of signing themselves out for a night of fun in town, others attending predetermined plans of hanging out... she hated them all right now. In the hours the she'd lay upside down on the couch situated right in front of the t.v. while old episodes of Saved By the Bell played in marathon mode, her legs draped over the back, her spine against the seat cushions, her neck curled over the edge and her hair cascading down to gather on the carpeted floor in a mahogany pool, no one had been in there. She'd watched bodies pass the entrance as people made their way back and forth through the halls, but no stop offs. Not that she'd really know what to do if anyone did stop in.

It was a bad idea to leave the girl to her own devices when restricted to this degree. Slipping a cigarette from the pocket of her jeans, Dizzy brought it up to her lips and lit it, eyes shifting toward the door as she inhaled and proceeded to let the smoke escape in a satisfied release. How long would it take for staff to notice? This was a horrible idea, it'd only land her in more trouble. Though at this point, she couldn't really imagine it getting much worse. Fingers captured the cigarette between them pulling it away from her mouth, her arm extended outward in a linear path away from her head to flick the ashes onto the carpet as she exhaled a steady stream of smoke. If they wouldn't let her go out for a smoke, she'd just have to have it in here.

( Email: Belle )