Ode to a Lithuanian.
Jeez, Sophie, you have become my ruin!
My friend Sophie and I have found ourselves quite completely obsessed with Toris Lorinatis. Surely this is understandable, as he is completely perfect in most every way, aside from the whole fictional thing.
So yeah, we spent a good deal of time yesterday fantasizing. He would make a fantastic husband. Goodness me, I have become quite mad.
Also, for some reason, we have the delicious image of him going clubbing, with the sweaty and the dancing and the hair swishing and the bangs sticking to his face and the OH dear me.
Additionally, I slept outside last night, but instead of my usual sleeping outside, it was for charity! My Sixth Form organised a bloody good sleepout, and we got sponsors and stuff, and it was DICKING COLD.
VERY.
DICKING.
COLD.
I spent most of the evening in the mighty P8 box fort, or in Zizi's little hut of glory, playing the guitar or drawing.
Fuck me it was cold.
I wish I owned a sleeping bag! That would have made life easier. The time passed well though, as me and Sophie stayed up all night - cannot sleep when it's that cold - discussing trivial things like Poland's national anthem, the tuning of the downstairs practice piano, Toris' laugh and what we were going to grafitti on Liechtenstein's box fort next.
Sophie is the best Lithuania~
I'm in Central Kaff right now, blagging the free internet use, because when I went out I was with Iggy, but she went home before me as I decided to stay out and go to a Russian Club. At this point I didn't really think that derp derp Iggy has key derp cannot get back in house until she gets home from work derp.
Maybe i'll play ping pong.
Or maybe i'll draw Liet in a compromising position.
Both work.
My friend Sophie and I have found ourselves quite completely obsessed with Toris Lorinatis. Surely this is understandable, as he is completely perfect in most every way, aside from the whole fictional thing.
So yeah, we spent a good deal of time yesterday fantasizing. He would make a fantastic husband. Goodness me, I have become quite mad.
Also, for some reason, we have the delicious image of him going clubbing, with the sweaty and the dancing and the hair swishing and the bangs sticking to his face and the OH dear me.
Additionally, I slept outside last night, but instead of my usual sleeping outside, it was for charity! My Sixth Form organised a bloody good sleepout, and we got sponsors and stuff, and it was DICKING COLD.
VERY.
DICKING.
COLD.
I spent most of the evening in the mighty P8 box fort, or in Zizi's little hut of glory, playing the guitar or drawing.
Fuck me it was cold.
I wish I owned a sleeping bag! That would have made life easier. The time passed well though, as me and Sophie stayed up all night - cannot sleep when it's that cold - discussing trivial things like Poland's national anthem, the tuning of the downstairs practice piano, Toris' laugh and what we were going to grafitti on Liechtenstein's box fort next.
Sophie is the best Lithuania~
I'm in Central Kaff right now, blagging the free internet use, because when I went out I was with Iggy, but she went home before me as I decided to stay out and go to a Russian Club. At this point I didn't really think that derp derp Iggy has key derp cannot get back in house until she gets home from work derp.
Maybe i'll play ping pong.
Or maybe i'll draw Liet in a compromising position.
Both work.