I was Lily. :)
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I guess it went okay.The close reading paper was pretty good, it was quite easy. And the essay paper wasn't so bad. The question fit my texts, but I just wrote shit essays.
Ach, whachya gonna do?
I had to hand back my Hamlet copy and my copy of The Mayor Of Casterbridge after the exam and my English teacher was in an amazingly good mood. She says it's been an 'honour' to teach our class. This is the woman who actually ridiculed our work in front of the rest of the class, but apparently it'seen an honour to teach our class. WTF?
I'm having having one of those weird crystalising moment where I realise that my English exam is ACTUALLY TOMORROW!!!! OH HOLY FUCKING CRAP IT'S TOMORROW!!!!!!!
Title: And The Wind Began To Blow
Summary: I don't have a good summary yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or song lyrics.
I wrote this tonight, becuase I was kinda bored. It's only a first draft, so it could change. I'm just looking for opinions on the first (rather short) chapter. Please let me know what you think. :)
I did something really stupid though. I shut myself in my kitchen for like half an hour before I figured out what to do, which ended up with me phoning my mum at her work going: "Help me! There's a big fucking massive wasp in the living room. What the fuck do I do?!?!?!?!?" Please excuse the language by the way, but I was terrified. She told me to go into one of the cupboards in the kitchen and find some bug spray and spray the bastard.
This thing just would not die. I don't normally condone killing things, but when it comes to wasp I kinda don't care what happens to them. I had sprayed this thing like 20 million times before it piss off. My mum was laughing at me on the phone during all this, by the by. Apparently my terrified screams were funny. ¬_¬ I wasn't screaming screaming. But still...
The wasp is dead now, but I got the hell out of my living room anyway.
Point of this story being: Do not lock yourself in your kitchen in a panic because there is a big fat wasp in your living room. It's not worth it. And I hate wasps.
Summary: "Do you think there's some sort of Flu Monster who controls who feels ill?" JD and Elliot are confined to Elliot's apartment when they both catch the flu. JD/Elliot friendship. Oneshot.
Note: This is set roughly end of season six/start of season seven-ish. But I have changed things slightly. Kim DID lose the baby, and Elliot and Keith were never engaged. What happened in the season six finale never happened in the universe of this story. :) Hope you like. Please let me know what you think!