Blue Bay Breeze

First part of a new 53!

Fri, 16 May 2008 20:39:05 GMT

Hello! Erm, about that whole AWOL-for-a-fortnight thing... sorry for anyone's journal or posts that I've missed, but I spent a week studying in Florence (just amaaazing) and then another week sleeping, so I'm afraid I didn't really get on LJ much. But I'm back, and with a gift!

I had planned on waxing lyrical here about CSI and Supernatural but I figured I'd save that for a separate post! Regarding SPN I know it's going to a rather long Summer until Season 4 re-starts, but in the meantime I went and bought the Season 1 boxset of Roswell! So, addiction temporarily taken care of :P

The gift that I promised is this: the first part of the problem fic that I mentioned in my last post. It's getting a bit large, so I figured I'd post it in parts. Also, most of it has been (and is still being) written when I'm extremely drunk, so please excuse any faults in the logic / spelling / general plot. So please feel free to comment and let me know what you think of it so far!

“The Problem With Adjectives”

Or, “The Definition of Sexy Goo”

Part I

The problem with adjectives, Gojyo thought in irritation, was that there simply weren’t enough in his vocabulary to insult Sanzo with. He’d already run through his admittedly extensive selection of swear words, and short of calling the stupid monk a retarded table (which he’d been severely hit around the head for), he was really running out of ideas. At the moment Sanzo was winning their little game, but only because he was the one with the damned harisen, and Gojyo was too macho to buy a dictionary.

Come to think of it, Sanzo didn’t even try when it came to insults. When it came to for their illustrious leader to address the rest of the ikkou, they just got their name, occupation (Goku: monkey, Hakkai: Hakkai and Gojyo: lecherous shitty kappa) and then stupid added on the front for good measure. Sanzo simply had no style.

There was a sigh from across the room, where Hakkai was patiently plotting their route to the next town. Sat at an elaborate oak desk in their rather extravagant hotel suite (Gojyo had taken liberties with Sanzo’s credit card), the poor man had been rather enjoying the silence until the kappa came along to sulk.

Rolling his eyes, Hakkai offered:

“Gojyo, you just have to learn to ignore him.”

The red-head glared at his friend.

“That’s easy for you to say, miss school-ma’am. The monk is out to get me.”

Hakkai sighed the sigh of the long-suffering, and dropped his pen. It clanged against the fruitbowl.

“Gojyo, Sanzo is not out to get you. It’s just in his nature to be a little shit.”

The kappa stared at him, eyes wide and failing to look innocent.

“Hakkai, you just said a naughty word!”

Hakkai groaned.

“Bite me, Gojyo. No, actually, don’t. Bite Sanzo.”

Goku stuck his excited little head around the corner.

“Bites? Did someone mention food?”

As Hakkai wept on the table, and Goku devoured the wax fruit with gusto, Gojyo began to form a plan. Surely there was a way to outsmart Sanzo without having to resort to anything remotely intellectual.

Somewhere, somehow, a lightbulb went on.

Hope everyone's had a good week!
lys :)

PS gwy and tsuki_bug I know we have some serious catching-up to do... sorry for being incredibly lame :(

Last day and erm the end of a fic

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 21:15:38 GMT

Evening all :)

Well, just had my last day at lycée today... sunshine and a blockade, what more can one ask for?! They not only blockaded the lycée but also one road and a roundabout before the police finally shifted them. A lot of them were just sat sunbathing. Honestly, blockades just aren't the same as they used to be :P

It was actually quite sad to leave... am going to miss the place, and the people! One teacher even gave me some flowers which was lovely. I just can't believe the end has come around so fast!

At any rate realised I haven't actually posted a fic since early March, so just to reassure people that I'm a) alive and b) still writing, I thought I'd give you the current ending of my current fic, and let you think about it whilst I go off and finish writing the damned thing! It's another 'problem' fic, so perhaps you can have a go at guessing what the problem is (although I don't think you will :P). Obviously you're also welcome to completely ignore me until I come up with the finished goods! :)

So here we go, especially for befanini:

“Now that,” Sanzo drawled, “is sexy goo.”

Gojyo just pissed himself laughing. He couldn’t remember what the problem had been in the first place…

Hope everyone's having a good week!
lys :)

53 ficlet and computer in a coma

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 21:37:25 GMT

Well hello, here I am with the return of the 53! But first, a minor rant about The Orange Juice Incident, which is the reason my computer is in his technological version of a coma.

Basically what happened was that on Sunday night I had just made a glass of orange squash when I knocked the thing over, and a good quarter of a pint went INTO my laptop. Cue panic and mopping with teatowels. Then the screen began to flash, and I eventually lost control of the mouse. Also lost control of the letter 'l', which typed itself into every text box on the screen, and the letter 'o', which just disappeared.

Fast forward a couple of days, and I can no longer use the exclamation point (I'm copying and pasting). Carriage return and backspace feel like they're sat on a bed of treacle. The letters 'l' and 'o' still have minds of their own; the 'o' isn't as aggressive as before, but it's still sulking. Plus, my CD port is on that side of the laptop, and now it won't play DVDs. Damn.

Did I mention I've also buggered up my virus protection?

Hence me going in search of a reputable computer shop in this technologically-retarded town. No idea what will happen, but I may be offline / without laptop for a few days, which is why I forced myself to bear with the keyboard and get this fic written as a gift for everyone :)

Hope you all enjoy it- I set out to write one of my usual bizarre humour ones, but as usual it went in its own direction, and ended up rather angsty. A bit longer than usual. Please let me know what you think, and hope you're all having a good week!

53 ficlet: The Problem With Smiles
Angst

The problem with smiles

The problem with smiles, Sanzo had decided long ago, was that they never really symbolised what you thought they might. They could also be controlled, and thus deceive. In the priest’s humble experience, a smile more often that not portended disaster.

Take Hakkai, for example. When Hakkai smiled at him, Sanzo did not feel warm or safe. Perhaps it was because he knew that Hakkai did neither. The dark-haired man was compensating for those missing feelings, and he was arranging his face just so in order to reflect them. Sanzo, whose whole life had been based on missing feelings, let the illusion pass by.

Then there was the monkey. When Goku smiled at him, Sanzo did not feel cheerful or benevolent. He was of the opinion that this was because Goku did not expect those attitudes from him, yet despite this awareness sought them all the same. Sanzo therefore let the sad charade play on.

Finally, there was the one whose smile was the most painful. When Gojyo smiled at him, Sanzo did not feel aroused, angry, or any of the other feelings he knew the kappa pretended to elicit from him. Gojyo presented no illusions, which meant that Sanzo was always hit with the full force of the redhead’s actual intent. Scared, Sanzo always ran from this one.

“Finished grousing?” came an amused voice from behind him, and a tall figure slipped onto the balcony, preceded by a cloud of smoke. Sanzo held his hand out for the cigarette, which was placed neatly between his fingers with a little more physical contact than strictly necessary.

“Hmph,” the blond offered, still watching the stars. He ignored Gojyo as the other man leant against the railing beside him, apparently quite willing to let Sanzo hang on to the cigarette.

“Hey Sanzo, quit scowling at the stars,” Gojyo teased. “you can’t hit them with your harisen at this range.”

Glaring, Sanzo hit Gojyo instead. The redhead chuckled, eyes on the other man, his movements slow and graceful as he regained his balance by the railing. When no more words ensued, Sanzo turned away, because he knew too well what Gojyo was doing. But this time the kappa was between him and the door, so there was little space to run away.

“Much as I’d like to see you put that attitude to the test and actually defy gravity, ain’t no way you’re going over the balcony,” Gojyo drawled, and Sanzo could hear the squeak as the kappa slouched against the glass of the door.

“Go away and stop smiling,” Sanzo snapped before he had even realised what he was doing. As soon as the words had left his mouth he found himself frowning at his own reflection in the glass, which seemed to heighten Gojyo’s bemusement.

“A smile’s only a curving of the lips, Sanzo,” he offered quietly, corners of his lips twitching. “It all depends on the reactions of the one you’re smiling at.”

“This is not a happy reaction,” the monk snapped. “This is a damn, the kappa is a pervert and trying to get into my pants AGAIN reaction. Also known as let me through that door or you can test out your own theory of flight.”

A sigh, followed by a minor smirk.

“To be fair, at least you reacted.”

And with a curious facial movement that Sanzo could only have described as a soft smile, the redhead had disappeared back into the bedroom, gently closing the front door as he went back downstairs to the poker game.

Sanzo threw the harisen at the damned stars as hard as he could. It landed in a tree. Sanzo figured he’d send Gojyo to fetch it in the morning.

Stupid kappa. The problem with Gojyo smiling at him was that Sanzo liked it.

lys :)

GW 1x2 ficlet and back in the City!

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 14:19:10 GMT

Well hello again! I'm back from my fortnight in Britain, where I enjoyed gale-force winds, -8C temperatures and a minor earthquake. No place like home, eh? At any rate it was brilliant to be back and to catch up with people, especially my friends at uni (made a flying trip up to check out the new flat). The dissert is now over 2,000 words (woo! mangacat hope yours is going well too!) and even if I only have a couple of months to write the other 3,000, I felt justified in playing with fics instead and thus putting this up for public viewing:

It's a Gundam Wing 1x2 fic I wrote a while back, and randomly posted (and yes, I do mean in an envelope) to gwy who persuaded me to put it up. I travel a lot, get bored in airports a lot, and hence spend far too much time thinking (which I'll admit is fairly dangerous for me!). At any rate, hope you enjoy. Apologies for the strange things that LJ has done to the line spacing. It was in paragraphs once upon a time.

Gundam Wing Fic: Destination

Author: lysander_o
Pairing: 1x2
Rating: Fluff
Notes: my first 1x2 fic in months (and second in total!) after some serious moonlighting over in Saiyuki… hope you like :)

The song that Duo is singing is Supagloo by Magic Dirt.

Destination

“You have reached your destination,” the Tom-Tom announced in a marvellously aristocratic British accent, as Heero gently brought the car to a stop outside the wooden building calling itself Hotel Campanile. Duo had no idea who the actor was that did the voiceover, but Heero, with his obsession with obscure and oddball comedy shows, had insisted on downloading it from the site. Something about circuses and messiahs, apparently. Duo had simply been happy to be able to dispense with a map. After all, as he’d had pointed out to him on many occasions, he could barely find his way out of a paper bag. The Paris Périphérique could have been quite a bloodbath had Duo had any hand in the directions.

He heard a quiet chuckle, and looked up to see Heero regarding him with an amused expression.

“Are you going to get out, then? We need to go in and register.”

“Mmf,” Duo replied, staring suspiciously through the windscreen at the reception area.

“You do know I don’t speak French, don’t you?”

Heero snorted.

“You think I do? Trowa taught me the basics before we left. Come to think of it, where were you at that point?”

Duo grinned, as the prompt brought to mind being chased around their last hotel by an outraged Wufei, who’d had all his clothes stolen whilst he was in the shower. The grin grew. He’d escaped before the Chinese pilot had found out what they’d done with the shampoo...

“Hey!” the American exclaimed, as a gust of cold air rushed into the car. Heero had opened the driver’s door, and was stretching all his joints. Duo paused to enjoy the view, as the other man’s shirt rose a little higher than his jeans, then grumbled and hauled himself out of the car.

“Come on,” Heero reminded him, opening the boot and attempting to haul out the suitcases. Originally, Duo’s had been easily recognisable for being tied together with a garish yellow band, whilst Heero’s had been a more practical Samsonite. However during the long journey Duo’s suitcase had somehow moulded itself to Heero’s, and the hideous yellow band had somehow entangled them both. Heero frowned and kicked the Duo-half of the embracing cases.

“It’s a parasite,” he complained.

Duo peered into the boot.

“I think they’re just being friendly,” he offered, as they attempted to lever the cases out.

Heero rolled his eyes.

“I think yours is molesting mine.”

“I’m offended,” Duo grinned, and with a whoosh! the cases suddenly shifted, causing the two men to fly back from the car. Duo was in his feet in an instant, leaving Heero nursing his backside.

The Japanese man raised an eyebrow.

“And just what are you doing now?”

Duo snorted, grabbed the band, and began to tug. At his friend’s exclamation of protest, he just shrugged his shoulders.

“What? They’re stuck together like glue. And besides, they have wheels!”

Heero stared as Duo dragged the misshapen luggage across the pathway, then threw his hands up in the air and followed. He could hear the song that Duo was singing as he walked along.

And I’ll stick to you- like su-per-glue! Like su-per-glue!

Heero started to smile. Their own yellow band wasn’t quite so garish, quite so tangible, but it held them all the same- even if Duo hadn’t noticed it yet. Heero had known that if he suggested travelling to France that Duo would want to come along, and now that he had the other pilot to himself, he was finally going to be able to set things straight.

“Heero!” came a yell from the reception doorway. "Do we want a double or two singles?"

Heero couldn’t read Duo’s eyes from this distance, but he crossed his fingers all the same.

“How optimistic are you feeling?” he shouted back. He was close enough to see Duo’s jaw drop open, and when he took a few steps more he could see the smile on the American’s face.

“Fairly,” Duo estimated, still looking a little shell-shocked. Heero crossed the remaining few yards between them.

“You have reached your destination” indeed!

I'm also going to post this in 1x2_fans, and it'll be the second ficlet I've ever posted there, so let's hope it works!

PS more Saiyuki 53 is on the way, have no fear! Sexy goo XD

PPS belated happy birthday micaela_a !! Hope you had a brilliant day :)

53 ficlet and the not-essay

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:38:21 GMT

As I am still clearly not making progress on my dissertation, I spent this morning doing the shopping. Little bit of manga, some letter paper (especially for you, gwy!) and the groceries... I had actually run out of all food except pasta, rice and an assortment of teabags.

I also wandered in and out of the shops on the Rue Alsace-Lorraine, and saw something which prompted this:

Once again, please let me know what you think! It just popped into my head and successfully displaced all thoughts of Occitan and any intentions I had of signing up for Italian courses in May. I know I still owe everyone part 2 of The Problem With Kappas (Saying Stupid Things) but have no fear it's on its way! And in the meantime, hope you like :)

Sanzo Takes Out Shares in Disney

...A continuation of The Problem With Kappas (Gojyo's Song)

Hakkai wondered if Gojyo had any idea of what was about to happen to him. Probably not, as the redhead was staring out the window with a daydreamer's expression of his face, idly waving smoke shapes with the cigarette that dangled in his right hand. The left was shoved in his pocket; no need for balance, as Gojyo was propped up by the window frame. Humming absently to himself, he was the picture of calm.

On the other side of the room, however, prowled Hakkai's cause for concern. Looking vaguely demented and clutching a shiny blue and red bag, their very own corrupted priest was doing a good job of terrorising Goku and most of the plants in the vicinity. Hakkai had no idea what was in the bag, or why it was causing Sanzo to look so viciously insane, but took a good few steps back just in case.

Apparently being very much in the possession of a one-track mind, and seeing his target very much in view, Sanzo thus proceeded to stalk across the room. Hakkai had never seen a Sanzo stalk its prey before, but the experience was equally fascinating and disturbing- more so due to the frenzied expression on that normally ice-cool face.

Gojyo still appeared blissfully unawares, smiling as the sun arced through the panes of glass and warmed his skin. Hakkai had absolutely no idea how he remained oblivious to the skulking ball of sutra behind him, but the kappa just leant more comfortably against the sill.

Motionless enough to blend in with the shadows against the back wall, where Goku was also taking refuge, Hakkai tensed as he saw Sanzo poised to attack. Suddenly there was a flurry of robes as the blond zoomed across the carpet, coming to a skidding halt by the window, where he grabbed the astonished Gojyo and slammed him against the wall.

"Look at this!" Sanzo hissed, shoving an orange object in the kappa's face. Hakkai was too far away to see what it was, but it was impossible to miss the smirk that spread across Gojyo's face, or the slight widening of his eyes.

"I see it," came the grinning response. "I saw one the other day, actually. They're new."

"Read it," was the only comment. Sanzo was still looking vaguely psychotic, and hadn't moved his gun from Gojyo's head.

"And?" If Gojyo was desiring to commit suicide, Hakkai mused to himself, then he was certainly going the right way about it.

"It says-"

"I know what it says," the kappa replied in a rather amused voice. "But I'm still rather surprised that you can walk after the last time, o holy pervert. You know, on Monday when-"

"Don't argue," Sanzo growled. "You're wasting time. This is a problem. Do something about it."

"Umm..."

"It's false advertising," the priest snarled. "I demand my extra."

Gojyo licked his lips, and took a sidelong look at the other occupants of the room. One hand slid inside the robes, and a tongue carefully tormented one priestly ear as the kappa leant forward and whispered huskily, "Clear the room. Now. And I'll give you enough extra to give you walking problems for life. Capisci?"

Sanzo was trembling a little, but was still propped up by the windowsill and Gojyo. If it weren't for those supports Hakkai was fairly sure that the blond would have collapsed when the kappa's whispers ran through him. He pushed away a little, flushed, but still firmly clutching the bag. Whirling on Hakkai and Goku, he had barely opened his mouth to make a demand when the pair of them suddenly shot past him and out of the door.

"I remember last time," Goku panted as they legged it down the street. "When Gojyo sang that song..."

"Earplugs," Hakkai chanted as they ran. "Earplugs and sudoku. Earplugs!"

...meanwhile, back in the room, Sanzo had locked the door and was now slinking back across the carpet, waving the orange object as some kind of trophy. Goyjo's grin was wide as he crooked one finger, beckoning.

"Bring it on then, priesty. Come and get your guaranteed-"

A short scuffle and the removal of all clothing later, Sanzo bounced,

Want to see what got Sanzo so excited?

http://disneystore-shopping.disney.co.uk/ProdDetails.aspx?id=31907&catid=0&k=1scatid=0

You can zoom in to read the writing better!

Ooh and btw tsuki_bug my dear, not sure if you got my last e-mail, but I'll be around probably most of today and tomorrow if you're free! I'm not doing anything particularly useful other than watching Entourage and glaring at my Securité Sociale papers, so just let me know! And you know what, I realised the other night I might have some GW drabbles kicking around... perhaps we could discuss?

Hope everyone's having a good week :)

4th 53 fic part 1

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 20:25:18 GMT

Well I'm trying to watch Season 2 of Entourage and it's not loading fast enough for my liking, so instead of planning my lessons, (too productive) putting the clean laundry away (far too productive) or even writing my dissertation (erm... noo) I decided to shove this out onto my LJ to see what people think of it.

I've adapted the first section from a piece I was writing for some original characters of mine, so I hope I've managed to alter all the significant details. The reason it's a part one is because I haven't written the second half yet XD XD

I've had a long day, which included finally going to the Institut d'Occitan, so even if I don't actually write my dissertation tonight, I have the material for if I ever do. Grr why on Earth I chose to write my dissertation on an almost-dead regional language is sometimes beyond me. Ah well, at least I can say that I'm unique! Mainly because no-one else is barmy enough to choose the same subject... *g*

So anyways as usual I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think before I attempt to post it to the comm. I do hope Sanzo's not too OOC :)

The problem with kappas, Sanzo thought dazedly, was that they talked too damn much. And said stupid things like…

“Well?” Hakkai demanded, when his friend finally emerged from the living room. Goku had run off after Gojyo, leaving the two more responsible members of the ikkou alone in the lounge. Sanzo actually looked quite dazed when he turned to the dark-haired man.

“He says he loves me,” the blond offered in a rather bemused voice. Hakkai had to resist the urge to burst out laughing at the sight of their extraordinarily cool and composed priest looking so utterly confused and almost... Outraged?

He edged closer to where Sanzo had propped himself up against the counter and was now fumbling for a cigarette. Quietly, Hakkai placed his own palm down on the worktop and asked,

“And why is that a problem?”

It was not apparently the response the monk had been expecting, for violet eyes widened and he inhaled rapidly, causing him to cough smoke clouds violently across the kitchen.

Hakkai smiled genially as Sanzo made an attempt to recover, grasping the counter as he gratefully sucked in huge breaths of air. He was spluttering and looking indignant, with rather large eyes, reminding Hakkai of Goku when food or the opportunity of food was denied him. However food was not the point here- Sanzo’s black-and-white brain was having something of a struggle with the kappa’s defiant declaration; a declaration that clearly went against all that made sense to Genjyo Sanzo.

For Hakkai, who knew them both well, it was just a matter of pieces fitting into place.

“He was drunk,” Sanzo seemed to be muttering to himself, ticking reasons off on shaky fingers. “He was… drunk. Or he wanted to piss me off.”

“But you’re not pissed off, are you?” came the sly reply. Sanzo glared in Hakkai’s general direction, not wanting to look him in the eyes. He knew Hakkai would be looking smug, because Hakkai always looked smug. Here was Sanzo, suffering from a declaration of love – correction, unrequited love – and all Hakkai could do was… be smug.

“Yes I am,” the monk snapped sulkily. “I am PISSED OFF.”

“Only because he told you first.”

Sanzo hit the floor with a thump, swearing rather ungraciously, and when he managed to haul himself back up again, his clothes were in disarray and his hair sticking up at strange angles.

“Not true,” he snarled, but he looked so undignified that Hakkai hardly felt threatened. Besides, the monk was lying through his teeth.

“Well, you can just tell him that yourself now, can’t you. Look, he’s coming back.”

Sanzo’s head whipped round fast enough to hurt. Wincing, and looking more than a little nervous, he peered around the door. The kappa was indeed returning, tailed by a wide-eyed Goku.

The blond shrank back behind the door, practically inhaling his entire cigarette as his ‘lack of interest’ in Gojyo caused him to hyperventilate and flush like a schoolgirl. Damned kappas, always opening their mouth and saying stupid things like…

“Sanzo… I’m sorry.”

The monk blinked.

“Ch?”

to be continued... muahaha XD
[i.e. when I think of the next bit... *g*]

Gojyo's Song

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 09:07:14 GMT

WARNING: Only read this AFTER the 3rd drabble. Or you'll spoil the fun!

…want to know what Gojyo was singing?!

The wonderful thing about kappas
Is kappas are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!
But the most wonderful thing about kappas
Is that I'm the only one

The wonderful thing about kappas
Is kappas are wonderful chaps
They're loaded with vim and with vigour
They love to leap in your laps
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN
But the most wonderful thing about kappas
Is that I'm the only one.

Taken of course from ‘Tigger’s Song’ by Richard and Robert Sherman, from the film ‘Winnie the Pooh & Tigger Too’
Full lyrics available at http://www.pooh-corner.org/tigger_lyrics.shtml

3rd 53 ficlet and back off to Blighty...

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 09:03:55 GMT

Well, okay, I'm not flying until tonight, but I'm booted out of residence at midday, (and I still haven't packed! ooops) so this may be the last time I'm connected until tomorrow afternoon.

Anyhoo, thanks to a little prodding by anguisel, here is my 3rd 53 'problem' ficlet. A little weirder than the last two, but you probably should have realised that it was going to be a downward spiral... I don't particularly like it, so any suggestions are welcome before I unleash it on the comm!

Btw befaniniI tried to get the sexy goo in somewhere, I really did- it was part of the last line until I substitued 'melted' for 'incoherent'... better luck next time :)

I'll put the the song lyrics in a second post, but kudos to whoever recognises the song :)

The problem with kappas, Sanzo reflected morosely, was their gods-forsaken tendency to be abnormally cheerful in the most inappropriate of circumstances.

Take now, for instance. Sanzo had a splitting headache, which he was blaming on Gojyo anyway, and the kappa was certainly not helping matters. In fact, by singing loudly and out of key at the top of his voice, the idiot was doing a rather good job of further pissing Sanzo off.

“It’s only a song, Sanzo” Goku pointed out as Sanzo’s fingers flexed instinctively around his gun. Beside him, Hakkai nodded sagely.

“I’m sure he’s not doing it on purpose.”

This was the man wearing earplugs.

“It’s the fifty-fifth time,” Sanzo ground out, his other hand reaching for the harisen. Now fully equipped, he was liking the idea of a dual-pronged attack, preferably with maximum pain.

Catching the monk’s psychotic glare, Gojyo made an obscene gesture as he launched into a new verse with increased vigour and volume.

Sanzo dropped both weapons and howled loudly. He was about to stride across the room and thoroughly enjoy the sadistic and mildly perverted pleasure of choking Gojyo to death when a hand snatched at his sleeve. Swirling around he snapped irritably,

“What?”

Goku took a deep breath, and then said carefully,

“Maybe you should ask him to prove it.”

Sanzo gaped, listened to the lyrics, then frowned.

“Do you think it will shut him up?”

The former monkey god shrugged.

“Dunno, but it’ll stop him singing that.”

Sanzo, whose eardrums and patience had both reached their limits, finally strode across the room, gathering his robes and leaving his dignity a long way behind. Gojyo, slightly bemused by the chain of events, paused in his ungodly serenade to give the monk a good, leering once-over. When this failed to produce any effect, and he realised that he was neither going to be lectured or attacked, a frown began to appear. What the heck was Sanzo up to?

The man in question, who had just come to an abrupt halt in front of Gojyo’s nose, didn’t seem to have any particular idea either. He was raising his eyebrows in an angry fashion, but other than that seemed fairly harmless. Gojyo didn’t like harmless-looking monks. They were liable to smirk at any minute.

…So he started singing again.

Sanzo smirked.

Gojyo paled.

Hakkai and Goku made swift exits, thinking it possibly best to be out of earshot before…

“You want me to what?”

Sanzo prodded Gojyo hard in the chest.

“You heard what I said. Prove it.”

Gojyo stuck his tongue out and grinned, showing more teeth than sanely necessary.

“You need to be a little more explicit than that, O illustrious worship-object.”

Sanzo flushed.

“I said, prove it. Prove to me you’re bouncy.”

“And that I’m fun fun fun fun FUN?” Gojyo sang devilishly, hands moving with unnatural speed. Sanzo backed up a little, but those hands were everywhere…

Gojyo resumed the song, his singing accompanied by both the swift removal of all priestly clothing and the further exploration of the kappa’s adventurous and talented hands…

“Want me to leap into your lap?!”

… an incoherent Sanzo had by now forgotten whatever the problem had been.

Here's to a relaxing weekend!

Very quick 53 fic warning

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 20:57:09 GMT

Well, this is just to warn you that another 'problem' 53 drabble is on its way... with weirder humour than ever... it's complete (about 450 words) but I need to tweak it just a little. I was planning on working on it tonight but, um, I'm off to the Irish pub again. But I WILL get it completed before I fly back to Britain tomorrow evening. So watch out!
I'll give you a clue... I've completely misappropriated (is that a word?) a Disney song... *grins*

Melted hot chocolate and the End is in Sight!

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 21:00:18 GMT

Apologies for the random capitalisation. It's clearly time for me to go home!

I'm afraid no ficlet tonight; perhaps I'll have the chance to get one hammered out over the weekend. I'll see what I can do! I came close to buying Saiyuki Reload 4 the other day (it's only just come out here in France) but my bank balance got the better of me. Ugh. Maybe I can fool myself by telling myself I need something to read on the plane. On that really long Toulouse-Gatwick flight. Not that I didn't just buy Tokko, Diabolo and Guardian Dog 3...

However the good news is that dentelle_noirand gwy, I got your post sent off on Wednesday! In jiffy bags nonetheless, so hopefully should arrive intact. tsuki_bugmy dear yours should get in the post tomorrow morning. I tried to post it yesterday but forgot to take your address with me. Stomped my foot on the floor repeatedly in the post office but it didn't particularly help! Once again dentelle_noirm'dear thank you so much for my card... it now has pride of place on the incredibly dusty bureau :)

Not much to report, really- had a serious lycée blockade on Monday -the police literally had to help me in and out- but I think things are finally improving. They were protesting against changes to the Bac rather than the Loi Pécresse. Cheeky sods just don't want to work, that's it! lol they're not too bad really. And at any rate, I've only got a week before I fly!

Right, off to the Irish pub. Hope everyone's had a good week!
lys :)

2nd 53 ficlet and The End of Anarchy?

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 22:16:47 GMT

Hmm, well the anarchy appears to be over. Since Tuesday I haven't seen a single riot! Although there was a bizarre sound the other day that by all accounts sounded like an air-raid siren. And tonight there are loud bangs and bright lights... *pulls the shutters closed* ... I gave up a long time ago anyway! Just bundle me off to the Irish pub for the duration.

At any rate, being pissed off at school (don't get me started on those Seconde pupils) meant that I came home and had a go at a second 53 drabble. I thought I'd post it here first to see what people thought of it before I dared show it in BadFriends! It could probably do with a once-over, so any comments are more than welcome! The first one was a bit of a one-off and therefore a hard act to follow!

The problem with screwing a Sanzo priest, Gojyo reflected pensively as he put his clothes back on, was that he always felt somewhat guilty afterwards. Seeing all the adoring monks fervently worshipping the man that Gojyo typically saw either on his back or shooting youkai to pieces was strange to say the least, and went a significant way to dampening the kappa’s admittedly high libido.

The priest in question, however, had no such qualms.

“Performance problems? Or don’t I get another round these days?”

Gojyo scowled irritably, and coughed when a swirling cloud of smoke slid his way.

“Shut up.”

If he hadn’t known him better, he might have thought the damned monk was laughing. Or smirking, even.

“I’m sure Hakkai or maybe Yaone could find some- ahem- chemical aid-”

Gojyo jumped to his feet.

“I do not need help!” He waggled a finger at the blond idiot, who was sprawled in a delectable fashion across the bed. Gojyo wasn’t entirely sure how he had ever managed to find a Sanzo priest with so few morals. However, he was not about to complain.

“It’s the monks,” the redhead admitted miserably, settling back down. “I feel guilty. I get the idea that they disapprove.”

A snort from the bed.

“Of course they do. I’m their worship-object. I’m getting the living daylights fucked out of me on a daily basis, and I happen to like it. Consequently, they don’t.”

Gojyo frowned at ‘worship object’, gaped at the graphics, then shrugged. Fair point.

“But don’t you find it strange?”

He shouldn’t have looked up then. He knew he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t. Because from a basic grin Sanzo had progressed to possibly the most unnerving smirk known to man. Or youkai. Forget few morals; Gojyo had always liked his priests raw after all…

“On the contrary,” Sanzo murmured, suddenly very close to Gojyo’s ear. “It kind of… turns me… on.”

Gojyo fell off the bed.

“In fact,” continued the thoroughly amoral and not in the slightest bit pious worship-object, “it does a little more than that.

It has,” he snarled, “broken the damned bloody switch.”

Gojyo suddenly found himself lacking both clothing and any flow of blood to the brain. His arms were full of a writhing, hissing, decidedly erotic Sanzo priest, who was definitely turned on, and most definitely in need of attention. Guilt-causing monks or not.

“What are you waiting for?” Sanzo growled. “An audience? It’s not fucking pay-per-view! The monks have their own problems. Now fucking deal with mine! Oh… just like that.”

…Gojyo had by now forgotten whatever the problem had been.

Hope everyone's had a good week- and now onto the weekend!
lys :)

EDIT: Grammar point now smoothed out- thanks anguiseland southpaw_1128!

Kappas, tinsel and being besieged... perfect Christmas!

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 20:46:56 GMT

Well, it's December to-morrow! I caved in this evening actually- I've got the tinsel up, the Christmas tree out of its box (it's 6" tall!) and the Christmas music is playing... if only I had some sherry and mince pies it might be perfect!

As you may have heard on the news, France is currently in chaos. In particular Paris and my darling Toulouse, which even made the BBC news the other night (and for all the wrong reasons!). Alongside all the rioting, blockades, burning cars etc. etc. I even got besieged at school! Which actually made me want to stomp my foot on the floor and throw a tantrum, because ah, just when you think this place can't get any more unbelievable, there it goes! I have 15-year-old blond militants in my classes calling for action against the government! It just wouldn't happen in Britain *grins*
Actually, I have a fabulous quote from the day we got besieged (and later evacuated).

Pupil: C'est la revolution Madame!
Teacher: Mais non, c'est l'anarchie!
(Both said with equal passion).
... I honestly don't know how this country functions on a daily basis!

At any rate, I finally completed my 53 (Saiyuki: GojyoxSanzo) drabble and just posted it in the comm, and I thought I'd put it here too in case anyone else is interested :)

The problem with tossing off clothing without regard as to where it lands, thought Gojyo miserably, was that when he woke up hungry, and actually wanted some breakfast before the monkey consumed every available dish, he simply had no clothing to put on.

“And you can shut your face,” he snarled at the smirking monk lounging across the bed. “This is entirely your fault.”

The smirk grew wider.

“I’m warning you, you shitty excuse for a monk,” the kappa growled as he crouched down on the hard wooden floor to check under the bed for errant clothing. The surface hurt his knees, which had already had a work-out thank you very much, and when he tried to get up he banged his head on the frame.

“Yow-ow-fuck!”

The smirk was looking dangerously like a grin.

“This,” Gojyo declared, “is not funny. How did you manage to throw yours into a neatly folded pile on the chair? Why are mine missing?”

Sanzo yawned languidly, absently re-adjusting the sutra on his shoulders. Not losing the smirk-grin, of course.

“I believe you were in a hurry to prove something to me. Can’t imagine what.”

That was it. Gojyo raised one rather annoyed red eyebrow.

“Oh really?”

The smirk-grin had now become all-out evil.

“Really.”

And with that Sanzo began crawling on all fours across the bed, looking decidedly un-priestly and very much like the reason Gojyo had lost his clothes in such a hurry last night.

“Maybe,” the not-quite-priest purred, “maybe, I like having you without your clothes. Maybe, I threw them out of the window this morning. Maybe.”

The red-head’s jaw hit the ground with a thump. Breathing was relegated to a lesser importance. Gojyo stared. Gojyo liked.

“Oh,” he agreed. “Oh.”

It sounded like quite a good idea.

“Still hungry?” hissed the clothes thief, who had somehow appeared on his knees in front of the poor kappa. Gojyo, who had forgotten how to speak, just nodded.

“Good,” came the whisper, and Sanzo licked.

…Gojyo had by now forgotten whatever the problem had been.

At any rate, I am going Christmas shopping to-morrow, and am well excited! Hot chocolate, hot chesnuts, the Disney store... heheh we even went to see Il Était Une Fois (English title= Enchanted) last night, and when we left the cinema around midnight all the Christmas lights were up in the town; it was amazing! I was actually quite fond of the film, although am really annoyed that I can't limewire the songs in French :(

Right, best head off to the Irish pub. I think they may be missing me.
Have a lovely weekend everyone!
lys :)

Legal alien...

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 21:32:49 GMT

Whose idea was it to live in a foyer run by nuns?? Don't get me wrong, the nuns are lovely, but I could murder a half of cider!

Other than that, things seem to be going quite well ici. All the paperwork seems to be sorted (bank account, travel card, insurance etc.) so am now just acclimatising before starting work as une assistante d'anglais. Understanding the Toulousain accent is also proving to be quite interesting... en fin, quand (it is so easy to slip into French!) lol when I return home I shall undoubtedly be incomprehensible to just about everyone.

Am trying to restrain myself from spending my days shopping; that is, at least until my salary starts to come through! Another disadvantage of living in a big town/city is the availability of manga -I've already bought some Saiyuki Reload in French, and Death Note is always there too! Also a stable internet connection means watching anime too- I really need to get out more! I watched Saiyuki in Japanese with Italian subtitles, trying to pretend it was good Italian practice... the best thing about Toulouse is probably the crêperies mmm... and oh my I even saw a chocolate-covered croissant the other day. As in completely covered. By Christmas I will need to be rolled home!

Came out of the métro the other day on the escalator and it was pouring down... I couldn't even turn around and try to run back down the escalator! The sky was black, we got soaked to the bone, I used my insurance papers as an umbrella and it was brilliant! I think I'm going to like this place!!!

Hope everyone's having a great week :)

Still with my head in the clouds...

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 21:43:59 GMT

I think the summer may actually have arrived... after the floods, the sunshine. And I'm still in such a ridiculously good mood after spending a fortnight in Turkey. Had such a wonderful time there- the people were lovely and the places and culture fascinating. I also got three pashminas, two boxes of apple tea and a rather good tan! Mission accomplished :)

Now I'm back into my two jobs again! I've now taken over doing certificates at work, which takes ages, but I feel pleased at the end! It basically involves producing certificates from the order labels and transport data. Kind of geeky but it's steady. Someone brought in angel cakes so that brightened up the afternoon. It's jazz at the pub on Sunday, so that should be fairly eventful. And I wouldn't mind a half of cider ;)

Quick notes!:

tsuki_bugmy dear I will definitely have to bake you some ginger cake! And I look forward to whatever form of letter you choose, not forgetting the leaves in Autumn! I'll be in France by then... excited!! I never got the chance to ask you how your work was going- everything okay hopefully! Did you get a chance to redo your experiments?

gwyhon did you get my last e-mail? I hope so, because I rambled a little! Lol just let me know if you did. It could be fun looking through the fic together. I'm still over the moon that you liked it, because I have an admittedly odd sense of humour. I think I may have read that you've finished writing your diploma, yes?? If so well done!!! I should post you something exciting!

I do hope everyone is having a lovely summer! Sorry I haven't had the time to check up on everyone's journals but I will endeavour to do so soon! Oh and to anyone in the Saiyuki fandom *prods anguisel* do you know if we're making any progress with arrangements for the 53 festival? Am really looking forward to it :)

Right... now to drink Turkish apple tea. I sooo need to get out more *grins*
lys :)

They call me the wanderer

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 22:48:25 GMT

Woooo... Mauritius was amazing as usual! I do love that island. And I am definitely off back again! Just give me a little time to earn some money... after I've repaid my Mum for this trip's flights... lol I'm now back at work in my office job, working my little socks off- I'm a technical administrator this time around, working on the suppliers database. Tomorrow I get to wander around one of the factories taking notes during the audit. I do lead an exciting life!!!

Unfortunately didn't get much of a tan in Mauritius, as it's Autumn over there at the moment, but I'm sort of a golden caramel colour, so it's not too bad! My hostess said that she wouldn't dare send me back looking like a milk bottle! I did get a fair bit of sunbathing in, but otherwise it was markets, museums, shops and even a school fête! We also had to take a dog to PAWS (the animal rescue centre). Although one of my favourite bits was actually on one of my flights there- I was allowed to sit in the cockpit for takeoff and touchdown! It was really interesting. I got to listen to Air Traffic Control, too! I was well chuffed. I also got some gorgeous pashminas on the markets. And I tried to learn Kreol! The only problem was that I didn't pack my suitcase very well, so the bottle of rum I was taking home for my Dad got smashed. When I arrived home and tried to unpack, 80% of my clothes were soaked in rum!! It was actually quite funny, really :)

At any rate, things are only going to get more chaotic from hereonin- I'm working at the pub as well, so balancing two jobs like last summer. I also have to clean out the flat, attend parties (such a tiresome obligation, I know ;) and a million and one other things... and also prepare for my year abroad in Toulouse! I'm really excited about it! But there is so much paperwork to get through! Aaagh, daft French.

Anyhoo, I should probably get some kip or I may fall asleep in the audit tomorrow.
Hope everyone's enjoying their summer so far!

lys :)

Alcohol, rain and holidays

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 12:58:15 GMT

Because I'm quite obviously not preparing for any of my three essays ;) It's also raining outside, which hardly helps me feel particularly academic. I'd much rather eat chocolate biscuits and GET EXCITED ABOUT GOING BACK TO MAURITIUS IN MAY!!! Wooooooo! Haha it's been two years since I was last there. I am definitely due! I'm going straight after exams finish in May. I hadn't planned on going until next summer, but our friends who live there are leaving in July, so the parents are packing me off asap! Love it! ...right, ahem, should probably do some work. In the meantime, I thought this was amusing- I had to do a tie-breaker question between rum and midori!

You scored as midori. sweet and easily taken, you are midori. you love to have fun with your close friends and although you look pretty harmless, you can cause damage if you want to!

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rum

92%

midori

92%

champagne

88%

absinthe

83%

wine

79%

beer

79%

vodka

71%

daiquaries

63%

bourbon

50%

whiskey

46%

what alcoholic drink are you (pictures)
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Heaven on a Sunday

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 13:27:50 GMT

Well the weather's currently gorgeous up here! Not particularly conducive to writing essays (Machiavelli, linguistics, French army) or presentations (French politics) but I did have a good day yesterday. My friend and I got ice creams, wandered about town in the sunshine and then watched the Outlaw Josey Wales. So quite productive, really, in a non-academic way!!

So I was meant to be working today instead, only I wrote a little ficlet for who has just spent 11 hours on a train. It (i.e. my ficlet) is unbetaed and probably horrendously crap, but it's the thought that counts, right??

The Ficlet!
Fandom: GW
Pairing: 1x2
Genre: fluffy

Not for the first time that morning Duo checked his watch, then the clock in the hallway, and finally the timer on the oven. They all agreed, more or less, with the fact that Heero should have been home two minutes ago. And counting. The American former pilot pressed his nose up against the window. Was that a black car he could see coming down the road?

Biting his lip and running sweaty palms down his jeans, Duo quickly ran through a list in his mind. The laundry had been done, (including the sheets), the post had been sorted and he’d even cleaned the bathroom, which usually impressed Heero when he’d been away. Frowning at a dirty sock which was poking out from underneath the sofa, Duo sighed as he realised that the black car had driven on down the street, its occupant clearly not his Japanese lover. He kicked the sock for good measure, and it slid back underneath the sofa to hide until Heero eventually came looking for it.

“Tea!” Duo suddenly exclaimed. Heero would appreciate that. He’d just spent eleven hours on a train, eleven rather than the usual eight. But rummaging around in the cupboards, increasingly frantic, he realised that they had completely run out of teabags. A quick survey of the clocks informed him that Heero was now five minutes late. Heero was five minutes late and they had no teabags. Duo sniffed. It was not turning out to be a particularly relaxing Sunday.

Just then there was the familiar sound of keys in the door, and Duo leapt to his feet as an extremely tired Heero Yuy entered the room, rumpled jacket on one arm and briefcase trailing behind. A broad smile eased across his lips as he caught sight of the American.

“Hello, Duo.”

“Teabags!” Duo blurted out, then clapped his hands over his mouth, horrified. Heero’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

“Teabags, Duo?” he teased. His lover stood gaping in the middle of the living room, turning an interesting shade of crimson. Heero chuckled.

“I know, we’ve run out. But if you think I just spent eleven god-forsaken hours on a train just to come home to a teabag, then you are thoroughly mistaken.”

Duo’s mouth began to work again, and he flushed, staring at Heero’s somehow immaculate brown leather shoes.

“I just wanted everything to be right when you came home,” he explained quietly. “I know you like a cup of tea to relax after a journey.”

Smiling, Heero stepped across the floor and carefully cupped his best friend’s jaw in his hand.

“Idiot,” he murmured softly. “Everything was right when I walked in the door and saw you. Although I think you are forgetting one thing.”

Duo raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“And that would be?”

Heero smirked. “My welcome-home kiss?”

“Mmm,” Duo grinned. “Well, at least that’s something I can always get right.”

Melting into Heero’s arms, he made small appreciative noises at the back of his throat as the hand that had cupped his cheek slid backwards to unravel his braid, running through the chestnut strands in motions that soon went from soothing to erotic. Heero’s lips were warm against his, warm and familiar, and Duo was just beginning to enjoy the feeling of his lover finally being home when-

“Duo, is that my sock under the sofa?”

Duo grabbed Heero’s face and turned it so that they were nose to nose, gazing impossibly deep into each other’s eyes.

“So?”

The Japanese man just laughed, pulling away before snatching an unresisting Duo’s hand to lead him towards the bedroom. Heero’s blue eyes sparkled.

“It’s good to be home.”

Hope everyone is having good weather wherever you are!

gwy

It's a long, long way to Tipperary...

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 21:09:32 GMT

Wow, can't believe it's the end of Week VII. Tomorrow is the start of the Easter holidays. I'm halfway through second semester of my second year at uni! Scary thought. When we get back we start pre-advising for our honours modules, and for those of us who are going abroad next year (i.e. me!), that means choosing our courses for fourth and fifth year. Erk. 2010 seems soooo far away! So you see, my dear gwy, when you're all sorted and happily running around with your landscaping, I'll still be writing essays the night before the deadline, drinking toxic punch and suffering the next day! Mmm I only had two pints of the stuff... eugh.

So now I'm sat here feeling sorry for myself... heh. But I did get some interesting post this morning. I've been looking into the records for my great-great-uncle Percy, who was killed on in the First World War (on my birthday- how freaky is that), and my aunt just sent me some more info on Ypres to help piece together the background. He's on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing in Belgium, which I fully intend to visit at some point. I was so excited when I found out about him- I mean, I studied First World War lit. at A-level, and I've visited a lot of the French & British cemetries in the North of France (as well as Vimy Ridge and some American trenches) and then found out that an actual relative of mine had been involved. It kind of blew my mind!!

Anyways, I now need to a) pack for going home, and b) watch Roma, città aperta so that I can write about it for our assessment on Italian neorealist cinema. It sounds quite interesting, actually. Right, better pack. Must remember tsuki_bug's hot chocolate! Have a lovely weekend everyone!

lys :)

England 42-20 Scotland wooooooooo!!!

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 18:07:36 GMT

Well that was a very, very nice start to the Six Nations! England won the Calcutta Cup 42-20! Mainly notable, of course, for the phenomenal performance of Jonny Wilkinson after his looong (waaay too long!) absence, as well as the return of Jason Robinson from retirement, and amazing games from Ellis, Lund and Tindall in particular. Considering I'm in Scotland I was a little apprehensive about the results of the match (wasn't brave enough to watch it down the pub!) but this will keep me smiling for a long time!! Mmmm Jonny Wilkinson XD

Ooh a Magnum!

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 21:12:01 GMT

Wow, can't believe my post-exams holiday is nearly at an end! Seven weeks of actual work ahead of me! Fun, fun. Considering I've spent most of the last three sleeping, shopping and watching films perhaps it's somewhat necessary in order to gain a degree! I've actually spent the last four working behind the bar in the pub to earn a bit of cash. Come home smelling of beer and cigarette smoke every evening, but it's paying for my eBay habit!

Also, seeing as how I don't have a television at uni, have been watching a good deal of that- Dirty Harry: Magnum Force, CSI, Shameless and a fair few comedy binges on Blackadder, Monty Python and Dad's Army, I may very well end up with square eyes XD
Why though, when you have free time on your hands, is there never anything decent on??? Aaagh. If I see one more loan or sofa sale advert I may just commit hari kari.

On the plus side, was on the market today and got 6oz apple bonbons, which will keep me amused for days. Yes, I am about 5 years old! Mother had a little trip down memory lane when she saw the cola cubes, which was quite funny.

Hope everyone's having a lovely week!

Shiny wire!

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 14:40:56 GMT

Lol well my almost-week of procrastination following exams is nearly over... catching the train home on Saturday morning (after celebrating the end of exams / my friend's birthday the night before... I have the best organisational skills ever ;).

Have had a really good week meeting people for coffee, getting invited places for tea, and catching up with my favourite films- watched Io non ho paura yesterday and Unforgiven today, both of which I have seen before and will never get tired of seeing again, because they are both simply amazing. I can't recommend either of them highly enough!

Io non ho paura is set in Southern Italy in the 1970s and follows a 10-year-old boy called Michele who discovers a young boy imprisoned in a hole in the ground, and the way his whole life changes when he sees on the television that the boy is a kidnap victim, and he realises that the whole village is involved. Incredibly engrossing and moving.

Unforgiven is a Clint Eastwood western which he directed and produced in 1992, and it's one of my absolute favourite westerns. Eastwood plays a reformed thief and murderer who now tends a poor farm with his young children (he's a widower) and is tempted back into action by the promise of a reward for killing two cowboys who cut up a prostitute. Dark, but amazing. I love this film.

Also, my most exciting news of the day- my coaster arrived!!! Lol a while ago

gwy and I were having a conversation about her wonderful community, 1x2_fansand how to make it grow... I had a vision of her watering it, she drew that vision... and now it's on a coaster!!! Go visit it and tell me you're NOT impressed by the shininess XD

http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r319/Octavian9/IMG_3123.jpg

Argh right, got to run, got another coffee appointment!! Luckily the snow/rain has stopped now. Although I was quite excited about getting my wellies out for the first time this year :)

Un jour parfait

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 18:45:07 GMT

Exams are over!!!!! As of 17h00 this afternoon!! I'm so pleased- now I can mess around and not feel guilty!

I think I deserve a rest- I went to bed at 2 this morning, and then was up again at 07h30 to continue revision. To-day was French you see, and I need 70% to be able to go and study in Toulouse next year. I think it went okay... fingers crossed! So out of the four of them, two went okay, one was bad, and the other was appalling. Ah well, you can't have everything!

I was actually so daft this morning- postman knocked on my door at 09h30 with a package containing Vol. 4 of Naduki Koujima's Our Kingdom. I managed to continue revising linguistics for about 5 minutes before I broke down and read it... lol I could just imagine myself trying to justify to my teacher how it was relevant to the course!!

So yes, sat here overloading my systems with sugar- Galaxy and Ribena in plentiful supply! Ah, it's so nice when you've suddenly got nothing to do. Uni doesn't restart until the 5th February! *sits feeling smug* actually, it's a good chance to catch up on stuff. My Chinese in particular needs learning, never mind revising! Or else I'll get booted down a level. Erk.

...think I'll go and annoy my flatmate, whose exams don't finish until next week. Hah XD