The weather!

With freaking Gerard Butler! Who have no idea what he's doing.

In Scotland

"In Scotland, there is no such thing as bad weather - only the wrong clothes." - Billy Connolly

Sounds familiar? Damn, he stole our proverb! Talking of weather, it's gloriously raining here, while further up (both north and higher mountain-like) it's snowing. Much as I detest winter, it might as well come properly, it's not that much fun with autumn.

Another thing that struck me, would you call a young Scotsman a Scotlad? A Scotlad from Scotland? XD

Well, the reason for my sudden interest in Mr. Connolly:

To be born and raised in Glasgow, Connolly sure sounds like a Sassenach. But then again, Gerry's accent is a thick as week-old parritch here. I'd marry that man, if there was a chance. Yes, I know he's almost as old as my mother, but I don't fucking care! (I'm talking about Gerry here, but given the chance I probably would take a night with Billy too, he's got more than charm enough.)

More strange dreams

First, I was at my Grandmother's. Second, I was playing music... On a spinning bike! Yup, that's the new instrument of the year! I have no idea how I did it, but I somehow read some notes and played Christmas carols by stepping on the pedals in a particular way.

Then, again, a sex dream... Now in my old house, my parents' bed and with a guy I have no idea who was. He was there while I played on the bike, too. Basically, he was pale, not particulary blessed about the hair and not fit, but not exactly fat either. Bugged me who he was until I entered the glorious world of Facebook before my breakfast and discovered that "bloody hell, it's him!" My (not-so-)secret Irish admirer which I have added as a friend for fun's sake. Creepy? He calls me pretty and I start having dreams about him? Not in a romantic way, though, sex is just sex for me.

Anyway, I've been having a lot of strange dreams lately and it probably answers to having a very full head, as of the last weeks. Won't get to empty it before school starts again, though, ironically enough... Tell you more about that when it is something to tell.

I dreamt

It was in my old room, me and some guy, getting intimate in one way and another. That's fine, I have nothing against that, what troubles me is that I have no idea if it was Axel, Brody, Fergus, or bloody Voldemort in the for of Joe Walker... Most likely a combination... All I really remember is that he was fair-skinned, slim and dark-haired. It's starting to get on my nerves.

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So simple, so sexy! Maybe I haven't mentioned I love red bikes too? And the knife (sorry, forgot what it's called, sgigh something?) is the finite touch of perfectness! *drool*

Found at the Kilt Blog! Love that site at the moment.

And some more from Google:

I could complain, but I don't think I'll bother... Okay then, the picture is taken a second to early and from the wrong angle, but I guess porn doesn't show up on Google X3

Beam me up, Scotty!

Monty Python continues to be the kings of comedy!

Okay, my bad, go to fotoflingscotland.com for more kilts! XD

A bit of win, a bit of fail

The WIN part (which I have nothing to do with):

The FAIL part, which I had everything to do with:

*Walking to the bus stop*

Me *stops dead*: Shit, I forgot my book! I forgot my Jamie-book, in the locker! NO! *Slides down in a heap on the sidewalk before getting a bit of a grip on myself* Well, okay, then... No, I have to go back and get it, okay? If it was just a weekend it would be okay, but it'll be a week 'til school again, I can't go a week without Jamie! 

E: Okay....

Me: Okay, so I'll just go and get it and you can take the bus now and I'll come with the next and--

E: I'll be at the library in the meantime.

Me: Libra--? Oh, yeah, I'll just go and get it! *Runs back to school* I'm not addicted or anything!

Obsessed? No, not the slightest... It would just suck major donkey balls to go nine days without even the possibility of reading. And I must say I was pretty stupid to leave my bag in the locker, thinking there was nothing there I needed and not remembering it before we were almost at the bus stop. At least I remembered it before we got on the bus!

I also "stormed" into a class I'm not supposed to have just because they were going to watch The Last King of Scotland and I needed to hear some Scottish. Can never get enough Scottish, you know. XD

My blankie!

Well, duvet, then. Anyway, we decided to just take the guest-room and the one doublebed last night. Two pillows, two duvets, one madrass.
But did I get to keep my cover? No... She decided to kick her own down on the floor and take mine. Worked fine for a while when we both curled up under it, but then she decided she wanted it all by herself and yanked hard! I yanked back, because it was my goddamn duvet!
Yank here, yank there, yank back again... After a while she realised it wasn't hers, and began looking for the other and luckily found it again on the floor so we could sleep some more. How long we've been sharing that one duvet we still have no idea, but it had to be a while.

We also had some fun before falling asleep, which left me writhling against the wall. No, all she did was a rather poor imitation of Gerard Butler, but it was hilarious at the time. And I was tired enough to have a very vivid imagination and the thought of being in bed with Gerry-boy was enough to almost make me hyperventilate from laughter. Yep, it's called being pathetic.

Now, some Irish music!

This almost made me cry the first time I listened to it, because after reading Outlander and stuff I've really realised that history, that happened to people! And even though this is Irish history, it have every ounce of the same emotions involved as the happenings on Culloden in Scotland.

And some happy music:

Since I can't say "kiss me, I'm Irish" I can still say "kiss me, you're Irish!" Works even better, if you ask me!

This made me happy!

This made me very, very happy, indeed! Complete stranger on Facebook, but I thought it was very sweet, spelling nothwithstanding.

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Watch us fail big time!

Like anyone was actually interested in seeing that... Well, we found it very funny, at least! Too bad I didn't get to record the whole make up session, I only remembered halfway through and then the cam stopped working. Oh, well...