Title: HSU: Methinks the Grrls Protest Too Much (fits in after everything, but before we all make up. *g*)
Authors: Sere & Julia
Archive: Yah
Rating: PW (plain weird)
Disclaimer: George, not us.
Summary: Journal entry of a disgruntled Ho.
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We haven't forgiven him.

Nope.

Not quite.

It was easy to be mad when he was walking around in those horrendous polyester, psychedelic, throw-backs to Haight Ashbury and the Hippie daze.

That was the Master's scene though, *not* the General. Quigs had been the one who baked brownies with "extra" ingredients. It was Quigs who wore the poncho and long hair and talked about peace. Quigs who bucked authority figures like the Council and staged sit-ins.

We think he had a pipe like that caterpillar in "Alice in Wonderland" too, but Obi-Wan won't fess up.

Quigs would have fit right in to San Francisco in the sixties and seventies.

Heck, maybe that's where the blue force ghostie hangs out. Who knows?

Whatever. We're happy to see the General walking around in black again, but damnit! We're supposed to be mad at him still!

Not easy when he's back to prowling around the halls and campus.

We've taken to wearing our sunglasses _all_ the time.

Even in our beds.

Just in case he tries to sneak up on us like he did Diebin. That's just plain not playing fair! Not that Die looks like she's unhappy.

And I sit here writing in this journal while Sere is singing her heart out in the shower. She's singing "I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair..."

Yeah, Emmy, I succumbed to Oprah's "blessing" diary too, but it seems to have turned more into a bitch session lately. Maybe some of that lingering spell junk that smelly woman cast on us.

Or is it those worms of Caeryn's?

Or that time of the month?

Hell, I don't know.

The Newsnet even called today, offering me a broadcasting job. HA! Me, in a suit, in front of cameras, reading off pithy phrases, dishing on people's dirty laundry, and laughing at the stupid jokes of the guy sitting next to me.

Pays good though. Not that we need it now, with the diamond mine and all.

The look on Indy's face was priceless. Glad that picture came out.

Well, time to go shoot some more pictures for brochures. Give Emmy more fuel to "convince" parents. Gotta make sure they see the campus as a pristine, wholesome place full of caring, hard-studying students.

The part about studying hard is true. Easy to do when the subject is the General.

Crap. Back to him again.

We're still mad.

Really.

We are.