And so everyone's ill
Yup, we've all gone down with colds and sore throats and despite feeling kinda lousy, I think I'm currently the healthiest of the three of us! *rolls eyes and sighs heavily* Still, it takes a lot to keep Tayles and I away from screenings so off we went for much randomosity and other such stuff including the plaiting of Tay-chan's hair and despairing of Laura-bell's taste in music (I mean really, Blue? *shudders*)
The preparations for Saturday's bonfire party continue, at the moment there'll be about a hundred and fifty pounds going up in smoke. Literally. And yes that was a very bad pune (or play on words!) which has been repeated endlessly tonight.
Due to the sore throat and general crappiness I only went to one lecture today which is partly why I've found an email from Peter Pettigrew (sorry, Roland Enmarch is the guy's real name but we think Pettigrew is more appropriate) waiting for me. For some reason he wasn't impressed that less than half the class had made it to the lecture so I emailed back saying that I was ill and would be in next week. I was tempted to add that I had done the preparation for the lecture too, despite feeling mildly depressed and/or ill for most of the last week but I thought I'd better stick to being polite cos I'm a good girl like that ^__^
Oh and I've got two nice comments about the drabble I posted on FMA_100! AND I came joint third in the prize challenge last week *dances* 'Pre-battle nerves' got about 19% of the vote or something like that *shrugs* I'm too lazy to check. But it means that I get three pretty icons as a prize, yay! I wrote it in my Art lecture today when I should have been working. My excuse is that my head ached and so I couldn't concentrate but you know how easily I get distracted when I'm bored so here it is
Winry had never known anyone to be able to stand the re-connection of nerve endings, the unifying of human and machine, without screaming. Every other patient - even the hardiest veterans - cried, looked away, vented their pain and suffering in some way.
Edward didn't.
Not even the first time when he initially received his automail. He winced, but didn't cry out. He gritted his teeth, braced himself in preparation for the pain, but didn't make a sound.
Instead he stared at the door that separated him from his brother. The one who was really suffering. And he didn't scream.
And for those of you who've already read it, sorry!
I s'pose I could go on about Halloween and the Rasmus concert but to be honest I probably should do some work as I'm going out tomorrow evening with Ben. It's our three month anniversary tomorrow! *bounces*
The preparations for Saturday's bonfire party continue, at the moment there'll be about a hundred and fifty pounds going up in smoke. Literally. And yes that was a very bad pune (or play on words!) which has been repeated endlessly tonight.
Due to the sore throat and general crappiness I only went to one lecture today which is partly why I've found an email from Peter Pettigrew (sorry, Roland Enmarch is the guy's real name but we think Pettigrew is more appropriate) waiting for me. For some reason he wasn't impressed that less than half the class had made it to the lecture so I emailed back saying that I was ill and would be in next week. I was tempted to add that I had done the preparation for the lecture too, despite feeling mildly depressed and/or ill for most of the last week but I thought I'd better stick to being polite cos I'm a good girl like that ^__^
Oh and I've got two nice comments about the drabble I posted on FMA_100! AND I came joint third in the prize challenge last week *dances* 'Pre-battle nerves' got about 19% of the vote or something like that *shrugs* I'm too lazy to check. But it means that I get three pretty icons as a prize, yay! I wrote it in my Art lecture today when I should have been working. My excuse is that my head ached and so I couldn't concentrate but you know how easily I get distracted when I'm bored so here it is
Winry had never known anyone to be able to stand the re-connection of nerve endings, the unifying of human and machine, without screaming. Every other patient - even the hardiest veterans - cried, looked away, vented their pain and suffering in some way.
Edward didn't.
Not even the first time when he initially received his automail. He winced, but didn't cry out. He gritted his teeth, braced himself in preparation for the pain, but didn't make a sound.
Instead he stared at the door that separated him from his brother. The one who was really suffering. And he didn't scream.
And for those of you who've already read it, sorry!
I s'pose I could go on about Halloween and the Rasmus concert but to be honest I probably should do some work as I'm going out tomorrow evening with Ben. It's our three month anniversary tomorrow! *bounces*