hatesmostthings: (fact: phone)
April's phone had rung through a full verse and a half of the German death reggae song that was her ringtone before she managed to roll over in bed and grab the phone. "What?"

The voice on the other end of the line was chipper. "Hi, is this Miss Ludgate?"

"Uh, yes," April said. She didn't get a lot of calls on her cell phone from people she didn't know, and no one who called her ever sounded that upbeat.

"Hi, April, I'm Laura! I'm calling from Bloomington Veterinary School. We received your application and everything looks great, so I'm calling to welcome you to the class of 2018!"

It was a little too early to digest that sentence fully. Once April sorted it through in her head, a sort-of smile flickered over her face, but she was quick to reply, "Uh, I don't really know what I'm doing yet."

"Oh, sure, I'm sure you have tons of other options!" Chipper chirped. "We're holding a pre-orientation tour for new accepted students this week if you'd like to come check it out!"

"...I could do that." April said after a slight pause. "Can you email me the address? I'm, like, half-awake, so I just want to make sure I remember."

Chipper laughed. "Sure! We'll see you at orientation, April!"

In the ninety seconds before April fell back asleep, she smirked to herself. She would make a good vet.

[[establishy!]]
hatesmostthings: (fact: flop)
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!]]
hatesmostthings: (fact: drumming)
Yes, April had lugged her drum set onto the roof. You know why? Because reasons.

Actually it had all been a part of a very music video-esque dance routine, but the point was that there was a drum set up there as well as an April, a three-legged pitbull and a cat, and the April and the drum set were collaborating while Joni and Cliff curled up to watch, or something.

"There are beads that wrap
Around your knees that crackle into the dark
Like a walk in the park, like a hole in your head
Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead
This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world
And I guess it's worth your time
Because there's some lives you live
And some you leave behind
It gets hard to explain
The gardenhead knows my name
..."

She was getting a little... loud. Cliff was barking by the end of it.

[[open!]]
hatesmostthings: (awk: in bed)
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!]]
hatesmostthings: (neu: surveying)
It wasn't like April to wake up before two PM if she didn't have to, but her sleep schedule was all off right now, so today she did. She'd actually first woken up around sunrise after falling back asleep in the Preserve, then moved to her apartment to walk Cliff and then sleep some more, and it was almost nine by the time she woke up after that.

That was when she made her way up to the roof with Cliff at her side. April didn't actually mind the smell of motor oil or the hum of woodworking stations that were so pervasive up here; those things combined with the rain and the crisp air (which she wasn't completely dressed for, in a light hoodie and jeans) were just welcome reminders that she was away from the dungeon, she was safe, and she was human. Even if the bite on her neck was still healing, when she had thought that it might have just wiped itself away like it had never been there at all.

Being a vampire had been nothing like April had thought. Disillusionment was a bitch.

[[open to MCA residents or roof-dwellers!]]
hatesmostthings: (neu: real tired of your shit mr rand)
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.]]
hatesmostthings: (conv: hearty eyeroll)

April had seen a lot of horror movies in her time, but she hadn't seen many that involved killer fences. Actually, she'd seen exactly one. And now she was watching the first of its two sequels, Death in a Fence 2: The Fencening, in which the main characters on the screen were currently fleeing the murder fence while their friend Tray was being gnashed to bits in its wiry jaws.

"The first one was a lot better," she commented to Jack, reaching for one of the maybe-it-was-best-not-to-say-how-many-it-was beers she'd 'borrowed' from Caritas for this occasion. "At least in that one they died in order of how annoying they were. I kinda liked Tray."

His plan to go check out the killer fence at two in the morning had been endearingly stupid. She had to approve of that.

"How're you doing with all the blood and gore?" Please say 'super grossed out,' Jack. She'd love that a lot.

[[for that dude, and weekday SP!]]

hatesmostthings: (fact: computer)
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!]]
hatesmostthings: (pos: happy with champion)
April was in a really good mood today.

In addition to having a really adorable new puppy around, she'd just gotten off the phone with her family, and during the course of the phone call had managed to successfully rub it in her sister's face that she had her own apartment and a puppy and unlimited booze while Natalie wasn't allowed any of that stuff. So there, Natalie.

And now-- well, now she had a puppy to play with, who she still had yet to name, and the lukewarm remains of her pizza that she'd started on Friday. Which was doubling as food for the puppy for now, but she'd get to the store and get him real food eventually. It would help if he didn't like the pizza so much.

"C'mon, you're missing all the pepperoni bits," April chided him, readjusting the slice in her hand to steer him toward the toppings. "There you go."

[[open to visitors and calls!]]
hatesmostthings: (neu: pondering)
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 [livejournal.com profile] cataclysmicluck, that's why.]]
hatesmostthings: (neu: considering)
Well. Yesterday and all that it had entailed -- specifically, making out with a bleached-blond musician who thought he was smooth -- had been a little bizarre. Or at least it was now, in the light of day and all that.

Fortunately, April at least planned on being way more mature and less weird today. Namely, by watching a horror movie marathon with a teenager. That was legit, right?

There was pizza and beer, and the TV was currently playing the DVD menu for a movie that was said to have blown over forty percent of its budget on fake blood and zombie makeup. Perfect.

[[for the one, but if neighbors have any reason to stop by (/complain about the noise...), that's cool.]]

Profile

hatesmostthings: (Default)
hatesmostthings

April 2014

S M T W T F S
  12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
27282930   

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 10th, 2025 06:22 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios