посмотрела cherry bomb: они оставили открытым конец, а я это ох как не люблю >< но фильм понравился) сидела и думала о том, что роберт играет отлично))
позже лицезрела актерский талант дугласа *утирает слезы* молодец, мой мальчик *похлопывает по плечу*
dun-dun-dun-duuuuuun
сдав языкознание на 4, я закрыла сессию!
*winner dance*
но, черт возьми, я не была бы собой, если бы все шло так гладко: не будем вдаваться в подробности моего гениального фэйла *я была в отличном настроении! >>* в общем, завтра снова нужно наведаться в универ...
и да, у меня каникулы ^^
экзамен по языкознанию ждет меня в пн *только вот я его не жду*
actually, я вообще ничего делать не хочу *genuine surprise*
и я опять убью свой день, думая о том, чем бы занять свою ленивую задницу ^^
so i continue to write about my borin stuff:
4 по истории в диплом *hugs*
3 за экзамен по фонетике в этой сессии *sight* i've already mentioned that i'm stupid
It took several hours for me to come down off my caffeinated high. Who needs drugs when you can just down Red Bull, eh? The only after-effect was the horrific splitting headache that kicked in at lunchtime, where I lay on the sofa of the McFly with my head on Zac’s lap while he dabbed my forehead with a cool, damp flannel. (There had been a rather uncomfortable moment at the airport when Zac realised I was supposed to be driving him home on my motorbike, to which he refused to let me do. A small fight had broke out, which ended when I suddenly started slapping the side of my head and screaming as loudly as I could, to which Zac responded by slamming a helmet on my head and took control of my bike. I was still sulking at how bloody slowly he’d driven in… The whole point of a motorbike is to GO FAST. He drove like an old woman and we ended up getting back to the McFly house nearly half an hour later than if I’d been driving. Grr…) Tom, Danny and Marty found the whole thing to be rather amusing (especially as they knew the reason WHY I’d gone mad for the stimulant drink) and while Tom and Danny were on their best behaviour, Marty chose to sneak around and make veiled references to Harry deflowering me (again) on my Powerpuff Girls bed-spread sheet. (WHAT?! Powerpuff Girls rock!! … Even if this is coming from a 25 year old gay bloke.)
“So Zac, how was the trip back?” Tom asked, entering the room with pain-killers and water for me. I groaned and winced against the noise.
“It was great! There was that new Lindsay Lohan movie as the in-flight film, so that killed the time,” he said with a smile, wiping my forehead and helping me to swallow the painkillers. I had such a caring, attentive boyfriend… why the bloody hell did I have to go cheat on him?!
“These guys were in a Lindsay Lohan movie once,” Marty said with a nasty grin and gesture at me, Tom and Danny. “Their then-drummer copped it off with her.”
“Who hasn’t?” Zac replied, although I noticed that his tone had gotten a fraction colder at the Harry reference. Eeeep...
“When was the last time you saw him, Doug?” Marty continued, looking at me all wide-eyed innocence as I saw Tom and Danny shoot amused looks at each other.
I tried to shrug. “About five years ago or so,” I lied.
“Really? I could have sworn it was less than that! Wow, the time sure does fly, doesn’t it?!”
I could have killed him. Slowly and painfully, the last thing that boy would see would be my hands wrapping around his neck!!
Zac meanwhile, was dabbing the flannel at the cuts on my face from the night before. “Poor Dougie,” he murmured. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Harry leans over and kisses my cheek carefully, aware of the cuts, his hands tracing down my sides over the bruises so lightly that the pain barely registers.
“You OK?” he whispers.
I nod. “So much more now,” I say with a grin.
I sat up instantly and shook my head frantically. “I’m OK, really!!”
Mental Note: DON’T do sudden movements. They hurt.
Zac looked slightly confused, if not a bit hurt. “Are you sure? I mean, I really think you should have gone to the police about it all.”
I shake my head again. “It’s OK, really, thanks Harry, but I’m fine!” I gabbled.
Tom dropped his cup of tea, which landed on the floor with a loud crash and Danny gasped, slapping his hand to his mouth in horror. I looked at Zac, who was now staring at me with his eyes wide and this time with unmistakable hurt.
“What?!”
“You – You called me ‘Harry’,” he said in a low voice.
Oh… SHIT.
“I wasn’t thinking!!” I said quickly. “Well, I mean I was thinking, but it’s just Marty mentioning Harry made me suddenly think of him and I was still kinda thinking of him when you said you should kiss my cuts better! Oh fuck, not in that way!!! I meant I was just thinking about Harry in a non-platonic, explicitly sexual way!! FUCK!! I meant non-sexual, explicitly platonic!!”
I slapped a hand to my forehead. “You’re not buying this, are you?” I asked weakly.
He shook his head and folded his arms, glaring at me. “Not in the slightest.”
“Ooo, would you look at that – The phone’s ringing!” Tom said, jumping up. “It’s one of those
it's wrong assimilation - [əz hiː]
[ɑː juː] - there's no fluency because [j] is fuckin' consonant
and also there's just one point in [juː] cos personal pronouns ARE NOT STRESSED
and i'm stupid *itsobvious*
You’re actually not too bad yourself. Predictable like nothing else and throwing things about that could’ve come out a fortune cookie but still, you’re somewhat cool. (c)
I frown for a moment, trying to register what he’s saying, because my mind is happily frolicking in la-la-land.
Not to mention, every time they look at one another they’re all cheesy smiles and lovey-dovey eyes. But I could be getting the wrong signals. Though I’m pretty sure I’m not because when they’re around each other, the word “GAY” sticks out like a sore thumb.
“Why are we having a group meeting?” Tom asks me as he chops some vegetables in the kitchen. “I didn’t call for one.”
I roll my eyes and hop up on the counter. “You’re not the only one with the power to call a group meeting, Tom.”
He moves his head around sarcastically. “Yeah, but I’m usually the only one that ever does.”
That’s because he’s the Mother Hen.
“Let’s go out tonight,” Harry suggested as we all munch on some fries. “We haven’t been out in ages.”
Tom jams a handful of fries into his mouth, “Wha shoo we gwo?” he tried to talk through his food.
“What was that?” Harry asked with eyebrows raised, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand because I was being distracted by the potatoes that are trying to dominate your mouth.”
Tom glares at Harry as he tries to chew all the fries. He looks like a blowfish.
Harry smiles back charmingly. “I was thinking we could go to the bar or a club or something. I don’t want to stay here on our weekend off.”
I have no problem with this. I like to drink.
“It’s a plan,” I shrugged.
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Bad plan… very bad plan.
What was I thinking going out to the bar with the guys? Now I have to witness Harry getting ho-ed up by all these walking vaginas! (c)
итак, пришло время для радостного поста! *радуга-единороги-атмосфера всеобщего счастья*
как я уже говорила: у меня скоро сессия *серпантин-конфетти* и у меня хвосты по каждому предмету *бурные апполдисменты* никто не может повторить подобного, потому что никто не умеет проебывать пары так, как это делаю я! ^^
и в понедельник у меня 10 хвостов по русскому, сдача реферата по физ-ре и злой препод по пупру, которая требует знания текста
а 31 декабря сдача зачета по грамматике *YAY!*
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Вадим зашел в офис и появился ангельский свет от его новой футболки и кед... наверно он где-то работает без меня и срубает бабло (с)
вроде, все начало налаживаться
хотя, кто знает ><
физкультура висит еще
челку надо подстричь и к семинару по истории готовиться *к первому, ага*
чета таня ты испортилась в последнее время ><
Fallen leaves cluttered the ground, sticking to the rain soaked pavement. It was still dark, the storm having just subsided, water still dripping from the trees.
“It's ugly,” Harry grumbled, shoving his hands deeper into his coat pockets and kicking the leaves.
“You just fail to see the beauty of the season,” Dougie said, laughing. The blond bassist watched as a water logged leaf fell to the ground, joining its fallen friends.
“How is this,” Harry gestured around them with his hands. “Beautiful?”
“It's tragic beauty,” Dougie responded simply. Harry shot him a confused look. Dougie huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “It's the time when everything changes. The leaves become colorful and give the city new life.” Dougie explained.
“How's that tragic?” Harry questioned, looking around at the soaked trees.
“Because it means everything is about to die.” Harry raised an eyebrow at Dougie's answer.
“Wow, Doug, you just took your EMO to a whole new level.” (с) 
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