I could sit here and ramble on about my self but that would bore even the most forbearing of us. But allow me to bring you up to speed. I'm just starting to figure out this business most call family -In doing so I've met some pretty amazing people along the way. Come join me as I awkwardly navigate through this conundrum known as life finding family, friends, and a home while trying not to be arrested, lost, or killed in Deutschland. Still learning deutsch alongside my man Ludwig. Let's watch and see what happens -Wir wollen gehen!
Besides just the sheer fact that I’ll be IN Scotland, Falconing with Roderick, Simon, and Iakov is proooobably gonna be the one thing I’m most excited about going.
(Trying not to think about meeting the parents and all of course)
A close tie would be meeting Jennet
Lord in heaven, if there is one thing that could go completely belter on this trip, let us chance upon Jennet. ALL THE WISHES!!
Wow, we have parking lots and a swamp around ours…
GAH can’t wait to friggin’ go!!
Trying to keep from screaming
1) because the guys are hungover on the couch
2) I just… OMFG
So, for Christmas Simon said he had me something but couldn’t give it to me. He waited until midnight to hand me round-trip tickets to Scotland!!!
I literally broke into tears! I’m going to Scotland! I’m going to Scotland with a Scot and I get to see Skye! (Jennet is another story that I’m not gonna let ruin this moment) I’m so excited I just -I can’t! I can’t put into words!
ALL MY TEARS
- (Three of us in living room. Charm and I on couch, Snapper on chase. Halfway through movie Snapper gets bored)
- Iakov (Whispering): Oj, Charm...
- Simon: Hmm?
- Me (internally): Please lord, let something decent come outta his mouth.
- Iakov (referring to TV): Not last so long, da?
- Simon: Ah'm gonnae slit yer geggy.
- Me: Guy's I'm trying to watch-
- Iakov: England get all in end. Such waste.
- Simon (tearing from the couch): Ye poxy communist bastard!
Just sitting here wondering why it is Simon’s still here
I just don’t get it. The way he talks, the way the pure excitement lights up his eyes when he describes Skye and Raasay, the way he goes on and on about Portee and Edinburgh to try and map out every street, it just… it confuses me.
If you love Alba so much, if you talk about it so much, if you love it so much, why are you still hanging around the slums of the hick state? Look at what you left!
WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
THAT’S FUCKIN’ IT! SIX MONTH TOUR OF SCOTLAND -WHO’S WITH ME?!
Such a deep meaning for such simple ink
In the Summer of 2004, just after signing his name away to the RAF, he stepped into a small tattoo parlor in the sleepy eyed town of Portee. Plopping down onto the stool he handed the older man the money he had been saving for the deed, tilting his head to point to the smooth skin just behind the right hinge of his jaw, on the firm muscle beneath his ear with a smile on his face, “Make it a roman four.”