I Just Want To Be Normal

After Interstellar Relations, Isabel returned to her room, booted up the laptop and started to surf through political blogs in preparation for Wednesday's Political Campaigning class. Occasionally she needed to move Annie when she tried to curl up on the laptop keyboard.

The door was open.

In theory, Thursday was supposed to be her busy day, with a whole two classes. War Theory had been interesting. Ethics had been troubling. Not only were the topics disturbing, it was difficult to look to look at a friend's killer.

After spending some time with Alanna, Isabel returned to her room, booted up the laptop and tried to not think while playing multiple rounds of solitare.

The door was open.

Today's First Aid workshop had been easy and Scoobying had been fun. But Isabel still wasn't in the mood to face the crowds in the common rooms this evening. Instead she set up her laptop to watch an episode with the ninth version of Mr. What. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the screen without really seeing it.

The door was closed.

[ooc: locked to someone specific]

It's been a busy few days. There was a interesting and enlightening Conversation with Sam. Then somehow talking about evil aliens in Constant Vigilance had devolved into talking about leather and fishnets with Cedric. She'd nearly hyperventilated at Festivus and helped protest for a dance floor at Caritas. Last night she'd stayed up late looking after and accidently dreamwalking Jack. Toss in cheering at the basketball game and a gremlin on the loose, it's no wonder Isabel not in the mood for the common rooms tonight.

Sprawled on her bed, she flipped through a magazine, quietly mocking the clothes the celebs were wearing.

The door's open.