#asparagus!

and i can't watch that scene without thinking of the word 'asparagus.'

Bre whirred around her dorm room, putting on tight dark jeans and a v-neck black shirt with her purple cardigan, trying to straighten up at least a little bit. The place wasn't NASTY messy, just disorganized - her side, anyway. She and Kaylie kept such separate schedules that neither of them had expressed any discontent with it to the other, but she figured it was better to try to keep tidy anyway. The knotted, purple knit blanket that she'd carried around since she was a kid was splayed out on her bed, which she quickly made to look decent, her blue ornate journal laying on her nightstand. 

Better put THAT up.

She quickly tucked it away under the bed in wooden box she kept a deck of old tarot cards in, then pushed her shoes into their caddy, closing her closet door. Her computer desk was messy but charmingly so, post-its with handwritten scribbles up everywhere, pictures and articles tacked to the corkboard she had hanging on the wall in front of said desk. Her two Hunter S. Thompson quote posters were smallish but framed, hanging on either side, and a bigger unframed band poster in the middle. 

She stopped, looking in the mirror. Her hair looked good enough considering she had smoothed it down with some gel on the fly and done little else with it, her makeup was straight (one eye did NOT look bigger than the other), and she appeared far more well-rested and put together than she actually was. Awesome.