No, I don't like parties. Why?
Dec. 7th, 2004 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarus"Hi! Welcome to the tutoring center! Guess what? We're having an office party today! Potluck, bring food.
What do you mean it's the week before finals and you're not in the mood?
What do you mean you loathe parties, office parties most of all?
C'mon, Icarus. Wipe that Snape-ish snarl off your face, stop swearing, bake something, and come 'be entertaining' for an hour or two!
What do you mean you'd rather clean the catbox with your teeth?"
What do you mean it's the week before finals and you're not in the mood?
What do you mean you loathe parties, office parties most of all?
C'mon, Icarus. Wipe that Snape-ish snarl off your face, stop swearing, bake something, and come 'be entertaining' for an hour or two!
What do you mean you'd rather clean the catbox with your teeth?"
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Date: 2004-12-08 11:17 am (UTC)Now WG's mother is wistfully asking if we can come down this year.
Augh. The guilt is killing me, because the answer is no, and it's not my fault but WG's. Yet she had a cancer scare only months ago so it's just... gah.
*sings* "Happy Holidays.... happy holidays... where the merry bells keep ringing, may your every wish comes truuuuuuue...."
On the other hand, I get 17 (unpaid) days off for Christmas. Yeah! All I have to do is live that long.
Icarus