Trying isn't cool.

Sometimes April really hated that she'd decided to take community college classes, because today she had a freaking paper to write that was due at 8 AM tomorrow. As in Sunday. What kind of jerk teacher did that to people's weekends?

The truth was that April usually didn't hate reading for class when the material was interesting, and taking tests wasn't the worst thing in the world either when she was in the right headspace for it, but writing on her own time on a weekend morning... ugh. She really wasn't a writer. So the only way she was getting through this was if she rewarded herself with video game time between paragraphs. And that was exactly what she was doing.

GTA V was a gift from the heavens, seriously.

[[open for calls and visitors!]]

All things considered, that had been a pretty fun weekend.

Okay, so sans gremlin bite, it was unlikely that April would have made those same choices: bondage kind of seemed like a lot of work as a precursor to sex, and if she was going to hook up with someone, she'd rather just skip the middle step and get right to the good part. But it had still been pretty fun, especially as her gremlin-bitten self hadn't really cared about issues of laziness and exerting effort, and hooking up with Eric always made for a good time, so she had no complaints.

Also, she was keeping the leather outfit. Because there was always a chance that she'd get in a mood and want to do that again. So right now, it lay draped over an armchair in her living room, because... well, April didn't know how to wash leather, and anyway, she was kind of comfy on the floor watching Spanish soap operas with her back to the couch, and she didn't want to get up.

In the meantime, she had an untoasted Pop-Tart to eat and was tossing a broken TV remote around for Cliff to catch. This was a good morning.

[[open!]]

April did not believe in holidays for getting drunk, because frankly, if you asked her, getting drunk was something to do for the fun of it and not because a holiday told you to. Besides, she wasn't Irish and saw no point in pretending she was. So she was not celebrating St. Patrick's Day today -- in fact, she wasn't even aware that today was it.

What she was doing instead was frying a Pop-Tart, because the internet told her they were especially delicious that way and who was she to argue? She was almost certainly going to burn it, because she didn't really know how to cook, but she didn't mind as long as the smoke detector didn't go off.

Okay, eventually it did go off. But just for a few seconds until she got the windows open. That was good, right?

[[open! come investigate the noise or whathaveyou! thread with jono is last, tho.]]

April didn't have anything to do today -- okay, scratch that, she didn't have anything desirable to do today. That brought her to watching TV. TV brought her to a movie about sharks eating hormonal counselors at a day camp, which was actually enjoyable, but when it ended, she found herself flipping through channels instead. That brought her to the channel showing the SuperBowl.

She hadn't known that the SuperBowl was even on today, but now that it was, despite her relative lack of interest in football, she figured she might as well kick back and eat nachos and watch football with Cliff at her side. Because why not.
 
She even sent out a few texts inviting people to come over and watch as well if they brought food, so there was the potential for socialization, too. April was totally being a human today, see?

[[open! mod yo' texts if you so choose!]]

It had occured to April this morning that she'd never actually been to the roof of her apartment building. Of course, "morning" for April on a day that she didn't have to work was, like, two o'clock, so it didn't really take her all that long before she actually made good on it.

By the time she made it up there, the sun was setting, and she had dinner in the sense that a pizza she'd bought on Sunday had been living in her fridge for the past half a week, so she figured she might as well bring what was left of it up to the roof (still in the pizza box, of course -- who bothered with plates?) and work on it there. The spaceship(s) and woodworking station meant there wasn't a lot of room, but if she hung out by the ledge and used that for a table, she was fine.

Huh. This was kinda nice.

[[open roof! this is because my paid trial runs out tomorrow morning and i felt wasteful. ALSO, because cataclysmicluck, that's why.]]