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Room 227, Thursday Afternoon
Feb. 7th, 2013 06:40 pmIn a week, it would be Valentine's Day. In a week and a day, Natalie would be turning eighteen. And today, Natalie was doing her best to not think about either thing. Turning eighteen wasn't that big a deal, but her birthday was kind of tied to Valentine's Day and not just through her name. And this was the first time since she'd started dating in the first place that she wasn't seeing anyone when this time of year rolled around.
She wasn't thinking about it. Really.
She was keeping herself busy, making a revised schedule for herself for the rest of the term. She had her classes, and her independent studies, and there was the play, and her bow was supposed to be delivered sometime next week. Lots of things to do, things to keep her occupied.
She wasn't going to get depressed just because of a stupid day or two. Nope. She wasn't. She was just going to plan herself into forgetting about it all.
[ooc: Open door/post.]
She wasn't thinking about it. Really.
She was keeping herself busy, making a revised schedule for herself for the rest of the term. She had her classes, and her independent studies, and there was the play, and her bow was supposed to be delivered sometime next week. Lots of things to do, things to keep her occupied.
She wasn't going to get depressed just because of a stupid day or two. Nope. She wasn't. She was just going to plan herself into forgetting about it all.
[ooc: Open door/post.]
