The next few days were pretty much just sailing. You hung out with James, talked with Raggetti and Gibbs, and shared stories with Elizabeth. At the present, you were laughing at a joke James had made.
“That was such a bad joke, James!” you said between laughs. He smiled at you.
“Then why are you laughing?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Because it was so bad, it was funny!” you said, your laughter slowly subsiding.
“So, do you-” James was cut off by someone yelling ‘Land ho!’, “I guess I’ve got to go…”
“I love you!” you said and gave him a kiss o
Observe. This glorious bastard with dark hair, wearing a black shirt, in jeans, in what should be an illegally sexy pose. Note the brown leather couch. Now...
ANOTHER glorious bastard with dark hair, wearing a black shirt, in jeans, in what should also be an illegally sexy pose. Note the brown leather couch.
What. The fucking. Hell.
Why were they in the same kind of photoshoot?! In nearly the same outfit, in sexy poses, on the same kind of couch?! Was it just to kill fangirls?!
Ladies and gents, I've noticed my works hardly get posted anymore. I just get so distracted with other things irl that I can't seem to focus on what's on my screen (Unless it's my PC screensaver, a collage of Hiddles and 'Lando...). SO. I've decided that, from September onwards, I SHALL ATTEMPT TO UPDATE ONCE A MONTH!!! Whether a drawing, a chapter for one of my fanfics, or a short little imagine or drabble, I'll attempt this. Key word here: attempt.
The next few months will be pretty hectic considering school activities and adult preparations (Because I turn eighteen this December, so, holy shit.), but I hope once a month will be fin
Here's the tea
So my class (as in my graduating class, not like the kids I share a class with) is having the PSAT next week.
I don't want to do the PSAT next week cause first of all, I am horrible at language arts, like seeing beneath the surface and asking like really deep questions.
Like, we did a close read of this book we're reading called Anthem and I asked a question like, "Why is he using the pronoun "we" if he's all alone?" And my teacher was like "OMG ELIZA THAT WAS SUCH A DEEP QUESTION" And I'm here thinking, how?
Like, all I did was ask a question because I was confused (holy crap completely off topic but someone just wal
I haven't done this in so long lol.
So I go to a restaurant, I order food, i eat it, you know, like a normal person.
Then the waiter/waitress comes by, sees my clear plate, and goes, "Are you finished with that?"
And I'm here like, "Nah, fam, imma eat the freaking plate, too."
Oh, you're taking a trip?! Cool! Where you headed? I've always wanted to travel, especially to China and Scandinavia-- wait, do you live in America? O.o Ya'll better tell me everything! As for myself, I'm still doing alright-- setting out plans for what I'm gonna do during my gap year and making mental preparations to move to England once I've finished college. Glad you're doing okay!