Also, the telling the Doctor about the pregnancy was what the Silence suggested to her in the toilets- ‘what he must know’
And his death ‘what he must never know’.
I forgot about the whole post-hypnotic Silence suggestion thing- hence strange timing for pregnancy news.
- Becket: 6 months.
- Castle: What?
- Becket: We dated for 6 months.
- Castle: Oh. ... I wasn't asking.
- Becket: I know, you weren't asking very loudly.
- Castle: [Like a teenage boy] I know I'm like a jedi like that.
writtenwor-l-d replied to your post: I just love that part in Castle where the armed guy they’re after drops onto the car bonnet… he looks at the sketch, looks at the man, then turns on the windscreen wipers and you see his face pushed across the window. No idea you watched Castle!
I only stated yesterday. I was bored, and remembered you and Jai saying it was funny. That windscreen wiper bit made me giggle aloud though, and I got odd looks being in a room with family with head phones in.
It’s brilliant. I love his attitude sometimes.
Stylish Castle, very smooth.
Man I’m bad at typing on a Blackberry.
I still can’t believe it, I won’t. I’m in denial.
The thing that gets me is that we won’t have lunch times all together anymore. I can’t believe that school I’ve walked round for seven years isn’t mine anymore. I’m in limbo.
It’s about four months before university begins, I will not let myself do what I usually do in the summer and be too shy to get in contact, invite people over, meet up. We’re staying in contact, like it or not.
We must have a few big get togethers, we have birthdays ccoming up and such. But we must all make the effort, because the friends I’ve made over the past few years are too special for me to even comprehend leaving.
Let’s break the trend of losing school friends when uni ones are made. We can stay close despite the distance. After all, what’s the internet for? :)
It’s been amazing and I love you all. You’re all crazy.
But so am I. :)
Do you think you could message me it?
sillywibbleface replied to your post: Right, now I should really go to bed/ read up and write this history essay. I’M SCARED. I’M TOO YOUNG TO LEAVE!
I know, me too- I’m only seventeen. It’s irrational but it kind of feels like as soon as you leave school, you face university and grown up life and everything seems to go a lot faster. And I keep having the urge to write a detailed diary because I keep thinking when I’m eighty I’ll look back on this and not remember it. Irrational, but still scary. I don’t want to be a grown up, I don’t want to leave my friends… real life is scary.