"i <3 female orgasm"

As you can see from the title, college continues to inspire.  I'll be seeing that tonight.  No, really, it's an actual "academic event" and not just a beautiful statement, haha. 

Lesson #11:  You will discover that you can in fact fit 13 people into a dorm room -- with room for more if you count lap-space

Lesson #12:  Do not underestimate the rumors of a college's chilly temperatures even though it's 145,000 degrees outside now.  You will glance behind yourself in your Sociology class and discover that the room apparently has a fireplace. 

Lesson # 13:  The hills will kill you. 

Lesson #14:  You will now assume that the infamous "Freshman 15" are a lie because your nearest dining hall is NEVER open, resulting in a near-mile walk to the closest food establishment.

Lesson #15:  Bees will come into your dorm and hide on you.  You won't be able to find them.  You will look for hours with your equally bee-phobic roommate.  And you will sleep with your eyes open that night.

Haha, some of the lessons this time around are a little pessimistic/melodramatic, but I'm seriously having fun here.  I don't mean to scare off anyone who will be going to college in the future!  College is awesome, especially when your Understanding Music: Rock teacher breaks out the life-size floor keyboard from Playskool.  :D 

In other news, chapter two of Violet Pulse is coming out today  <3

'Violet Pulse' - [Aoi/Uruha] 2/5

Title:  Violet Pulse
Chapter:  2/5
Description:  Eight-years-old, Yuu blushed -- an innocent red dusting his cheeks as he ducked his head away from Kouyou's sight.  He swallowed, his lungs stammering because he had these weird, wiggly things inside of him that made his stomach clench.  And made his heart beat fast.  And made Kouyou feel right.  Somehow.
Pairing:  Aoi/Uruha
Notes:  Five chapters.  Five ages.  How sometimes two people should be together despite everything.  First request-fic!  Please enjoy jokerock <3

In this chapter:  Thirteen-years-old, it was still awkward; lanky limbs bumping against each other and pink dusting their faces.  Preteen breaths became shaky, erratic, as Yuu leaned in close to wipe the red from Kouyou's lips.  "Don't tell my mom."



( -- was it okay like this? )