Apparently most of us are free but we might need to arrange at what hours we’ll be here. It’s just and idea though.
Aye that’s an idea. I’m pretty much free from about 10am GMT each day…
I’m free all day every day after this week.
Right! Movie night! Don’t worry Mycroft, there will be cake.
Cake, little brother, I could give or take. But if you were to offer me a Scotch I would assure my presence.
Cake and Scotch then.
Scotch Cake.
Does such a thing genuinely exist or did you, in your infinite wisdom, produce it yourself after an experiment went wrong? I dread to think, little brother; I dread to think!
I made it, actually. John says it tastes lovely. Like rum cake only with Scotch
Right! Movie night! Don’t worry Mycroft, there will be cake.
Cake, little brother, I could give or take. But if you were to offer me a Scotch I would assure my presence.
Cake and Scotch then.
Scotch Cake.
Right! Movie night! Don’t worry Mycroft, there will be cake.
*walks in the door of 221B looking fresh as a Daisy*
Evening, John.
*mouth wide open*
Where…? What…? *blinks* Hmm
Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?
If it ends in a blow-job, yes. If it ends in a kiss and a cuddle, yes. If it ends in us chasing somebody around London, then no.
Well, two out of three isn’t bad?
*walks in the door of 221B looking fresh as a Daisy*
Evening, John.
*mouth wide open*
Where…? What…? *blinks* Hmm
Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?
*walks in the door of 221B looking fresh as a Daisy*
Evening, John.
Okay so basically today I burst out in tears in front of my Drama teacher because there was a rape scene (off stage) in one of my friend’s Drama performances
And she refused to leave me alone until I told her why
And I had to explain some stuff that I really didn’t want to explain.
And then Lianne (the girl I’ve liked for YEARS) came and sat next to us, on the floor against a wall, and she put her arms around me and I just sort of leant into her neck and sobbed for a little while and played with the zipper of her jacket and she kissed my head while I was crying and rubbed my shoulder.
And even though she never heard anything I’d said to our teacher about why I was crying, I think she understood. She knew that Bradley’s lot was up next and she’d heard me ask Bradley if we ever actually heard or saw the rape or if we just heard about it from the characters
And she heard me tell him that if I leave the studio at that point it’s nothing against their performance.
So I think she figured it out. And then about an hour or so later, before our group rehearsed some scenes, she just came straight up to me and hugged me really tight and she said it was because I looked like I was about to break again.
I just
I really like her and just her holding me made things better.
And it sucks that she’s not only straight but has a boyfriend, you know?
PS OUR PERFORMANCE IS TOMORROW IM SHITTING MYSELF
Oh god you guys
I spent all day doing Drama rehearsals. That’s five hours with only around an hours break spread through.
The exact same thing will happen tomorrow (Thursday)
And then on Friday
Oh God
My Drama exam is at 9:00am Friday morning
And
I
Am
Shitting
Myself
The only good thing about it is that it’s first thing in the morning so we will be getting over and done with and I don’t have to worry about it for the whole day.
And then as soon as second lesson starts at 9:45 I have to head over to Design and I’m doing four hours of art with only a 55 minute break spread out (15 for afternoon registration and 40 for lunch) and then I’m staying behind two hours.
SO BASICALLY
I have my Drama examination performance first thing in the morning, and then as soon as I leave those school grounds Friday evening, MY ENTIRE THREE ART PROJECTS HAVE TO BE COMPLETELY FINISHED AND I’M NOT NEARLY DONE
