Freshman Year

I am so so sorry in advance for the horrendous size of these images. I'm still new to the whole blogging/Flock thing.



This is Hope. She's a female fortune sim. I don't remember what her personality is... He he... Hope's lifetime want is to reach the top of the Entertainment career. Hopefully she will get there eventually, but for now she's going into college for an art major.
Jenni: Hello Hope!
Hope: Uhhh... Hi?
Jenni: Oh, get used to it. You're getting the saner one first.



Jenni: Ooh, cool dorm!!
Hope: Yeah, it's pretty nice! There are a lot of nice people here, too.
Jenni: Well we don't care about them yet.



Jenni: Downstairs of the dorm. Hope's room is the furthest one in the front with the computer because I'm cheap and didn't feel like buying her one.



Jenni: Upstairs. Very small, but very cute. And I was sick of playing the U shaped dorm. Okay, now we care about the people you're meeting, Hope.




Hope: This is my new friend, Christa. She's nice.
Christa's part of the Secret Society. I figured this out on a community lot, and I did take a picture, I swear! But pictures don't work when taken on community lots. Yeah, I'm smart.


Hope: This is Jerome. He's cute.
Jenni: Apparently he didn't think so. Okay, so long story here. These two have two whole bolts of attraction. Just before I took this picture, however, he tried to flirt with her, even though they had never met before. She turned him down, shoving their relationship down. I, in all of my brilliance, had her try and flirt with him. Haha. Did I mention I've been playing sims since like, a month after Apartment Life came out? So like, four months.


Hope: Since I'm never rejected, I bugged Jerome until he let me flirt with him!
It was around this point that I figured out that not only was Christa in the Secret Society, but Jerome was too. I about fell out of my chair in shock seeing him walk around in a llama jacket. So stunned, in fact, that I didn't take a picture. Not that it would matter, with it being a community lot and all.



Jenni: Using time wisely, and skilling early, I see.
Hope: Yeah, I wanna get a good job once I graduate, and I want to get a head start.
I didn't have the heart to tell her what would happen once she graduated.



Jenni: Aww, so cute.
Hope: I really like him... He's a cutie... Except that hair.
Jenni: Yeah, we need to do something about that.



Hope: In the meantime...
Jenni: Keep it PG, kids!!



Hope: Okay, so we got a makeover chair (Because it builds badges and is therefore better than the vanity) and got rid of Jerome's awful Jason Tomyoy haircut.
Jenni: And he and every other Secret Society member of the household magically poofed into their Secret Society outfits. It was quite weird.



Jenni: See?



Jenni: Erm... I don't want to know what you did to him during that makeout.
Stupid fricking fracking plumbob. I hate having those in my pictures. Doesn't bother me when it's anyone else's, but I hate them in mine.



And awww... Just awww... That's all I have to say with this picture.



Jenni: All you university players know what this means!! Go, go, go, go!!! Ace that final!!



Jenni: Woot woot!! Love the jacket by the way.
Hope: I know, isn't it cute?
Jenni: It certainly is... Plaid...
And this is where I leave you for today. I know, not a very interesting chapter, but hey, what can I say? I'm bad at this. Some of you who have been blogging for years are like "You can be bad at this?" and the answer is yes. I can be bad at everything.

I do love Jerome. He's cute! He'll make cute babies.

Custom content credit:

Hope's hair - XMsims. Also comes with a cute little flower :-)
Hope's clothes - I forgot, but it's probably from All About Style or Parsimonious. I doubt it's from TSR, but it's possible.
Hope's lipstick and face makeup - No idea. They're from a sim I got off the exchange. Sorry :-(
Hope's plaid jacket - Parsimonious. They also have other Goopy-inspired clothing for pretty much every catergory. Way cute :-)

For the record, Hope's eyes are completely Maxis-made. I was too lazy to change them.