Wakes and funerals were pretty much the worst things ever to begin with, and it was so much worse when you were related to the person. It was all tears and "Do you remember how he used to" and forced socialization with family members you tried to avoid on a normal basis. Plus everything smelled like embalming fluid and calla lilies and she would not be convinced otherwise. So if you didn't mind, Jaye was going to find a corner unoccupied by anyone else and hang out with her drink. Which was nonalcoholic, because alcohol wasn't available, and did anyone else see anything wrong with that?

trips home are really just excuses for this )

[Had to. NFB, NFI, SDCC.]
Jaye could have gone home for the weekend. She could have. She wouldn't have of her own free will. Instead she claimed that with classes having already started in what was looking to be her very last semester of college, she was too busy and needed to have her brain in place for the coming week. So Mahandra came to visit her for the night instead.

we were drawn from the weeds )

[Open for calls and emails etc!]
Jaye's awake.

This would be because the animals have randomly decided they need to keep their voices in shape, despite not having lungs or vocal cords or anything they would rationally need to sing, but here she is, listening.

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda...

"I'm terrified I know the words to this song," Jaye announces to no one.

But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda...

This is the point where the bot from music class bursts out into song, too.

My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hon...
Who needs sleep? Well, you're never gonna get it...

Jaye groans and pulls herself out of bed, announcing to the world at large. "I'm going to go slit my wrists in the bathroom now. See you all in hell."

Of course, she brings her pillow and a blanket with her, so the real plan is to get some sleep in the tub. Again.
Jaye has left her phone off for most of the day, and kept her door closed. So far she's liking the classes themselves, the TAship is good, and the Media Studies teacher can definitely stay. Of course, between the conversation with Dean and talking with Luke, Jaye hasn't really wanted to deal with people much. She's really liking the idea of a portable Jack right now.

She looks over at the animals lining her desk and says, "You should sing."

They stay silent.

"No. Seriously. Singing right now would be great." She doesn't mention that it would be great because yay distraction. If she does that, they'll just be mean.

And they're still not doing anything.

[Locked to special guests who know who they are.]
But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

Jaye has not slept well the last few days. Pretty much at all. If she's not crashing in class, this is what she has to put up with.

So any time your gettin’ low
’stead of lettin’ go

She's kinda getting tired of it. Or maybe just tired.

Just remember that ant
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant

And she doesn't think that lyric makes sense.

And UGH, detention today. With Peter Parker. UGH. There aren't words to express all the UGH she feels about this.

When troubles call, and your back’s to the wall
There a lot to be learned, that wall could fall
Once there was a silly old ram
Thought he’d punch a hole in a dam
No one could make that ram, scram
He kept buttin’ that dam

Jaye's frowning at the ceiling now. Because the lyrics are weird as hell and one of the animals is off key and is she still blinking?

’cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes
He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes

"UGH," Jaye says, and pulls a pillow over her head.
Puppies and boykissy make things better, and porn and apparently randomly-detachable Rory limbs don't suck either (though both are freaky in their own respective ways), but once Jaye's back in her room it's back to ugh.

It doesn't help that the damn animals are singing the Mexican Hat Dance at blurry o'clock.
Jaye's had better nights. Let's put it that way.
It's weird, Jaye thinks, getting into bed and pulling the covers up over her. It's been quiet. Really quiet. It's not like she's been around a ton, but still.

It's been quiet in here.

Not that Jaye's complaining.
fates_jaye: (see my lion)
Jaye wakes up to something singing at her. Loudly. Maybe in French.

And while she would ordinarily yell back at whichever stupid animal, if not animals, are causing the problem, she's kind of also got Cameron sleeping on her floor and figures having a 'sode would not be a good thing. Gah.
Jaye is trying really hard to sleep. It's not going very well.


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