Ich kann nicht viel bloggen, ich kann auch keine Fotos bloggen und werd' mir zumindest für Letzteres wohl einen Blog bei tumblr besorgen, like Lu did. Livejournal hängt ständig bei mir und es kotzt mich an; ich warte auf meinen neuen Laptop, den ich hoffentlich bald bekommen werde, ansonsten drehe ich wirklich noch durch. Ich mag mir auch nicht zwingend einen neuen Blog besorgen...
Jedenfalls will ich auch nicht viel erzählen, also mach' ich's kurz!
PROS OF THE LAST DAYS* Flyleaf-Album
* MTV Music Awards
* Pete Wentz
* Frau M., meine Kunstlehrerin
* Englisch (die Sprache an sich)
* Geburtstag
* Donuts und überhaupt lecker Essen made by Mum
* Schnee am Geburtstag!
* Englisches Posting
* Das Supertalent
CONS OF THE LAST DAYS* Englisch- und Kunstklausur
* Klausuren allgemein
* Nagellack, der ständig abblättert
* das neue Msn
* Besuch von Oma
* Collien Fernandes, die VIP-Bitch
* Kälte am frühen Morgen!
* PC-Abstürze
Sage und schreibe weniger Cons als Pros. (: Mehr fällt mir auch so ganz spontan gar nicht ein.
Da es sonst irgendwie viel zu wenig scheint, poste ich noch Ausschnitte aus meinen ersten englischen Postings und Danis wunderbaren Posts, die ich bitte an die Wand gehängt haben möchte.
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* His eyes widened in disbelief, as he could hear her calm breathing next to him. So that meant that Lucy was still here, dreaming of whatever she was dreaming of, sleeping peacefully in his arms, while it was almost breaking dawn.
* « Good morning, beautiful. Hope you had a good night! » It was so easy to talk to her as if there never had been even the slightest glimpse of arguing between them. Almost too easy, but he didn't want to think about it right now.
- Anthony
* Lucy didn’t sleep that well. She kept in mind that she wasn’t in her own bed, lying on a couch among the tower of Gryffindor, sleeping next to one of those. She constantly woke up, stopped counting the times she did after a while, anyway she still felt good in an odd way.
* She was about to look around, stopping immediately. Her cousin would sit here anyway, she would have seen him in time, although she didn’t want to talk to him. Not now. Not in a few days. Maybe one day when she felt strong enough, when she felt like she was over him.
But it wasn’t time for this.
- Lucy
* « Are you going to carry me, then? » he asked, a smug smile broadening on his face
« I'll give it a thought. And no, actually I won't be ditching today, I guess I'll have to go to herbology at least, I even did my homework. » in about two minutes, scribbling on the sheet of pergament he had planned to use for his essay on goblin rebellions for history of magic.
* « I call it cultural transposition. Would you like to sit at the Gryffindor's table for a change? » he chuckled and raised a grimace. Anthonys voice sounded surprisingly calm though it was obviously that he was on for a fight.
* Since that day so much had changed. His leg hurt occasionally when he had to walk stairs, he had broken at least ten rules yesterday and he had fallen in love with the enemy.
- Anthony * Lucianne chuckled quietly. Maybe it was not that good sitting at the table of the Ravenclaw’s, she didn’t act like a normal Slytherin anymore. It was his influence, obviously. He was making her sick in a good way - when being sick could be in a good way.
At least she felt a bit sick. She felt uncertain. Unacquainted. Different. Like she was someone else, like she became someone else in just two days.
* "No need to be provoking, Anthony. Let him be, just ignore them all." Like she ever would do so. Wasn’t she the one who liked to provoke everything and everyone near her? Well then, she had changed. For now.
- Lucy![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small}
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