I have five more days til the end of school. Also, the switch to AP chem might be a success Today, I received an awesome new monitor and a new pair of great speakers. Tomorrow, THE WORLD.
You get more holiday than me Choco. I leave mid/late July and get back at the beginning of September. Consider yourself lucky.
Para: Ah, well. We're in different countries x3 Stora: No, no. It can't be! See, I'll post the proof - AGAIN! See.
Exciting news. Yesterday I had some dedication and wrote some FTLoC. I hope to have it done by the end of this week. Not tonight and I doubt tomorrow due to exams but soon. But here's a short preview from the new chapter 'You keep using that word.' "Is it safe now?" Bob gingerly whispered between shut eyes. "Yes." Fred gasped between short pained breaths. "Ah. Real." Bob cheerfully exclaimed with a smile on his face. Fred stood up from the rickety chair he was strapped. Ropes that once restrained him slid off his grimy pirate outfit. Fred calmly walked over to the lead pellet to inspect it. "Wha… wh… ho… h-h-HOW? INCONCEIVABLE!" Bob stumbled over his words as he stared in awe at how Fred just walked over to the bullet. "He's a pirate." Jim spoke with no such admiration that Bob showered Fred in. "Precisely, Scott was no master of knots. Depressing since he was a pirate however that's how it is. Me, that's a different matter." Fred spoke with pride swelling inside of him, his tiredness and pain tucked away under a blanket of accomplishment. "Plus, every pirate should keep a spare knife with them." Fred said, winking at Bob as he flicked a knife out of his back pocket. As it flipped in the air Fred gripped the handle and stabbed it down into one of the musket balls that rolled out of Scott's guns. Hope that wets the tongue.
Tsk, cheese. You MUST have been aware that once your birthday comes up, you are baked and then there is cake. Several cakes.