Almost over...
Yesterday was the day of the new things. Firstly, I got a new bikini. I absolutely love it, and its got me all excited about Barcelona! Secondly (and slightly more importantly) we got a new car!! Although I haven't actually been in it yet, I hear it drives very well. I wasn't as involved as I could have been in the car-choosing process, but I did pick the colour. And the model. Ok, maybe I was quite involved.
And exams are almost over!
Just eleven exams to go.
And, courtesy of Rosie's hilarious drabble site:
On a fragile and elasticated morning, Fitzwilliam sat near the estate. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His tooth ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Elizabeth to love someone with a munchkin-like eye?
Slimily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a shiny smoky corset, all on a summer's day. I wish my Elizabeth would smoosh me, in her own dirty way..."
"Do you?" Elizabeth sat down beside Fitzwilliam and put her hand on Fitzwilliam's bone. "I think that could be arranged."
Fitzwilliam gasped honourably. "But what about my munchkin-like eye?"
"I like it," Elizabeth said restlessly. "I think it's shocking."
They came together and their kiss was like a lame duck - not the metaphorical lame duck, but an actual lame duck, that lost its leg in an accident or something.
"I love you," Fitzwilliam said happily.
"I love you too," Elizabeth replied and smooshed him.
They bought a platypus, moved in together, and lived truly ever after.
And exams are almost over!
Just eleven exams to go.
And, courtesy of Rosie's hilarious drabble site:
On a fragile and elasticated morning, Fitzwilliam sat near the estate. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His tooth ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Elizabeth to love someone with a munchkin-like eye?
Slimily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a shiny smoky corset, all on a summer's day. I wish my Elizabeth would smoosh me, in her own dirty way..."
"Do you?" Elizabeth sat down beside Fitzwilliam and put her hand on Fitzwilliam's bone. "I think that could be arranged."
Fitzwilliam gasped honourably. "But what about my munchkin-like eye?"
"I like it," Elizabeth said restlessly. "I think it's shocking."
They came together and their kiss was like a lame duck - not the metaphorical lame duck, but an actual lame duck, that lost its leg in an accident or something.
"I love you," Fitzwilliam said happily.
"I love you too," Elizabeth replied and smooshed him.
They bought a platypus, moved in together, and lived truly ever after.