Elven garb.

I'm going to write a comra set in halls/residence.

[5am].

--Alarm blaring quietly.--

--Girl dressed in green, an elf, lying prostrate on the bed. Suspicious substances smoking away to her right.--

--Alarm gets louder.--

--Girl stirs.--

Nah, I'm not really. Fuck creativity. I rant better than I write.

Also, like, 201 posts now. Go me.

(Shawty's like a melody/'s like my iPod's stuck on replay). God I love shit music.