| I do not have a hangover. I do not get hangovers. Which makes it very, very funny to watch Jamie get over his.
Quickenings get rid of those things pretty quickly anyway. Cuts right through the barely there buzz.
This is my second challenge in a week. The other one disappeared by Dominic Fontaine er. Didn't.
I miss Percy, but I'm glad he's not here if there are challenges going around. Idiot. He can't really talk his way out of everything.
...Probably.
Besides, he's not a one place person. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| I miss him. I miss him a lot.
Also, who's in Paris that I don't know. I keep getting something on the edge and it's wearing my nerves. And making poor Jamie twitchy. And there's nothing worse than a twitchy red head. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I really, really hate trains. I really, really hate crowded trains.
I do like trains where Percy has to sleep with his head on my lap and I can put his hair in little pony tails and get Jamie to take pictures for me.
Really, that makes it all worthwhile. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Beware wily immortals who drag you into Germany, thump Jamie down at a table with milk (milk!) and then tell you "Richie, my lad? I'm going to teach you to drink."
This will never end well. Actually, most of the time when Percy says "Richie my lad" I know it won't end well. But still. It was horrible. Horrible, delicious stuff that he still won't tell me what it was. And he wouldn't let Jamie kill me either. I actually. Had. A goddamn. hangover. I've not had one of those since I was seventeen. Don't laugh, Mac. The memory of you laughing then is enough.
Gah. So. Five days in Germany and we're coming back to Paris. Percy too he thinks, which is good for Jamie because if we seperate he'll be all confused. (I probably shouldn't know this much about my Watcher)
But right. Back to Paris. Everything weird happens in Paris. | | comments: 38 comments or Leave a comment |
| Ooooooow. Broke. So broken. It's okay. Obviously I'll get better. But my brain. Broken.
Thanks. Charity bike ride. OW. So much. Too much cold French rain. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| Must do something very, very manly. Drink a lot. Oogle cars. Something. I can't believe we did that. Even for the expression on Jamie's face. And don't believe him, we strip searched him for a camera before we went anywhere. But yeah. So much drinking. And motorcycles.
I need a new one. Must go find one this weekend. And Phillip, find Percy a cause. You can find anything. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| I'd like to observe the irony (Shut up, I do too know what that means) of Jamie's passport holding us up. Jamie's passport which happens to be real. As opposed to mine and Percy's.
So we're in, we're sleeping off a truly craptacular trip and then we're going to look people up. Joe? Amanda?
...Anyone seen Adam? | | comments: 33 comments or Leave a comment |
| I'm so bloody (god, I've been with him for too long) glad that I finished school. I know Percy was going to spank me or something if I didn't, but in hindsight it was something I needed. Something I'll do again. But for now, I'm happy to be with Percy, traveling, helping people. Even when he gets cross when I fight. But. Swords are necessary and he needs someone to protect his skinny ass.
Nine years. Just seems...insane. Which, since I was with Percy for all of them, it kind of is. We went to more countries in Africa than I can spell. Spent some time in South America, in Southern Asia. And sometimes we relaxed and took breaks. In England, in Greece, in Paris. I strapped his sword on. Not a conversation piece in Paris.
I think Percy made me grow up. Which is strange because he's such a big kid in a lot of ways himself. But. I love him. Which is strange and I don't think he knows it. We've both got a lot of reasons not to love immortals (we all do) but with him, I think it's worth it. Because he's the brightest person I've ever known. He glows with goodness and I love that about him.
Now just to keep him from putting locusts in Jamie's sleeping bag. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| What the hell is going on? How come I keep getting all confused? School? Books? Work? Confusing.
Also, someone needs to teach my Watcher how to shave when he's old enough. | | comments: 16 comments or Leave a comment |
| So I finished the Plato book for class- which I didn't get. And The Divine Comedy- which was very weird. Also picked up my physics book today so I could read ahead a little and it's not strange- it's actually very cool. Which is great because I want to pass at least one class this coming semester.
I need to practice more, but...well, it's been a while since I've been challenged. I like not fighting. Though I kind of miss the adrenlin.
I need to take Jon out for dinner and we need to start riding practices again soon? Other than missing that, I'm....really happy. | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| Connor, you know I'm 110% behind whatever the plan is.
I want my cousin back.
And then I want to skin the guy who took him. | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| Oh man. Oh man, oh man, oh man. so beautiful. So fucking perfect. Mint. Mint. Gorgeous. I mean. I was drooling.
Freaked the guy right out when I came over and started touching, but christ. The chrome. It was like a wet dream or something. 1951 Harley. And she came into the shop. Because the owner wants to sell her. I have no idea what that fucker was thinking but christ...The only thing messing her up is that there's something in the engine. And man. I can fix that. I can fix it. Because she's fucking gorgeous. I've never seen anything so...wow.
I was helping Lee with the books right, but he let me go when he saw me lusting after her. Old bastard said I was drooling on his ledgers. But man. So entitled. She's mine. I'll fix her little splutter than she'll be like...perfect. I mean, the 51s are works of art. Not like...Michelageo or something but like that weird ass sculputure Tessa did of me that looked...well, like a Richie-blob, but...wow.
I had a dream about her the other night. It's weird. I've not thought so much about her in a long time. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| So there was a date. A real, life date with food and flirting and very strange stufff. I need to read more. I don't understand half the stuff that comes out of his mouth. But he's funny and he's nice and...very very strange.and sort of naive. So...I had a good time.
( A weird time, but a good one. ) | | comments: 18 comments or Leave a comment |
| I was challenged tonight. Yeah. Not so cool. I won of course, but...I was trying to not fight. I'm not picking them anymore. So I won, and I went to get throughly drunk. Because...well, yeah. I met this guy, a friend of yours Adam, name's Percy Shelley. He's...different.
( Weird. Just fucking Weird ) | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| I got the job on Clenent. Excellent.
I'm settled into it now so I'll be more here and less...unreachable.
I don't really have a lot to say. I like my job. I'm really fucking glad that exams are over. Economics nearly killed me. And I have to take 18th century british literature next semester because it's the only open class in that division and I have to have it and...damn. I can't imagine why that particular class is open.
I can't really die from boredom, right? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Peace was reached all Clan MacDuncan members can chill now. No more eggshells when the dreaded D-word is spoken around me. It's cool now.
( The Peace Treaty ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I've quit the garage. Couldn't handle it. I've got enough saved until I get a new job to cover food and stuff. Tution's paid for the year and Amanda paid my rent for a while (Thanks again, Amanda) so it's only food and gas for my bike. I can handle that.
Had a great time with Jon the other night. Played some games, ate some pizza. It was really cool.
I emailed Mac. I don't know how good of an idea that was. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| Okay, so I've found where everything is in my apartment now and I'm getting back on my feet. You know, figuring out where I stand, sit, cringe whatever.
Jon, I'm really sorry about your last practice okay? I fucked up bad but I'll fix it next time okay?
Right. I'm going to just watch some tv, veg, then get some sleep. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
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