не было 3 дня, а такое ощущение, что неделю оО

завтра в универ опять *впервые не против*

сегодня самостоятельная по психологии

почему я не готовлюсь?

эта неделя вынесла мне мозг <=( и, по-моему, я себя окончательно накрутила

а еще я стала залипать -__-

чета явно происходит >< и я явно не понимаю что -__-

а еще я очень проникновенно пою XD

гарсия отлично скачет

- почему кошки смотрят на меня глазами полными надежды? оО
меня это пугает

- может, они хотят свободы?? но не выпускай их на улицу. их украдут

- они слишком красивые (с)

“You missed doing the hand turkey drawings with the fans. It was pretty fun if I do say so myself. I drew one for you.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper before he handed it over to Alex.

The singer raised an eyebrow as he unfolded the sheet of paper, revealing the hand drawing. He couldn’t help but smile at the rainbow colored turkey and the name ‘Gayskarth’ at the top. “So you’ve discovered my secret have you?” he asked with a small laugh as he looked at Jack. “Thanks for the gay turkey. I’ll hang it up next to my pictures of all the boys I’ve fucked.”(c)

aaaaaaaaaaww =')

у меня сегодня day-off, это объясняет мое постоянное присутствие в интернете

мой телефон успел полежать в холодильнике, пока я находилась в поисках банана *это очень важно, да*

я посмотрела около 60 видео на ютюбе *задрот*

и забила на рассчеты по психологии *для которых, собственно, и предназначался этот дееень cheeeeeers*

ах да, еще я очень давно ничего не постила, поэтому очень удивилась, когда увидела, что панель для форматирования сообщения *или как это называется* сменили: хээээй, только посмотрите на эти маленькие штучки вверху, что это?

и да, фраза дня:

такое чувство, что либо гей, либо пидр чистый (с) алла

кисы, ага

он действительно столько стоит или вые*ывается? оО

мои запросы растут, хотя я знаю, что получу минимум -__-

и сегодня первый день *предположительно* хотя хз, что из этого получится

у меня нет ни одной нормальной фотографии за прошедший год  -__-

кроме той, где я кверху задницей на коленях бывших одноклассников в малюсеньком домике на детской площадке *это можно считать нормальной фотографией? оО* и тех 2, где у меня, как обычно, половина лица закрыта челкой, что тоже сомнительно

я устала -___-

да, сегодня был хороший день, и я надрала всем задницы, но эта неделя меня добьет

когда слушаешь песню и хочешь плакать не из-за того, что грустно, а из-за того, что она так нравится

педовство

у брата летом свадьба: надо худеть и покупать платье

оказывается, я могу хорошо учиться и ложиться спать рано С:  

мэджик                       

also:

flipflops hurt TT

Q: почему я хожу в них по дому?

A: все тапочки в стирке

наконец-то вернулась в универ

хочу спать, завтра к первой

пытаемся учиться

появилось расписание на 2 семестр

предметы расставлены пьяной обезьяной в рэндомном порядке (с)

думаю все таки досмотреть натуралов, хотя вчера решила, что гли тоже хочу *боже, я задрот XD*

остался последний день до начала семестра ^^

ну и artist vs poet сегодня

- надо как мы! слушать геев, читать про геев, жить геями!

- быть геями!!!1

- да, этот пункт я упустила

фэйспалм XD

- What would you do if you're in Danny's body?

- Hm...

- What would you do if you're in Danny's body?

- Hm...

- Are you thinking or are you just chewing nuts?

- Chewing nuts

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 high-pitched ones, you need ears like a dog to hear it.”

“I’ll help you with that,” Danny said, getting up and walking out with him. Marty remained sitting on the floor, staring eagerly at me and Zac until Danny stuck his arm around the door and yanked him out by the scruff of his neck, slamming the door behind them.

я сдала экзамен на пять!!! ^^

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)

я сдала английскую грамматику!

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.

-----------------

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)