| |
[ |
August 9th,
2008 11:55 am
| ] |
Bloody shame everything was green. I felt like a fucking Slytherin. I mean, no offense. Seriously though, I'm surrounded by the accent when I go home. A break please? 'Oh ho, let's make Cammyboy talk like his dad. What a great bloody fucking idea!'
I ran into a window this morning and the thing sliced my arm open before fixing itself. There's like...green haze. Is anyone else haze-y?
( Gia )
( Samantha & Shane )
Quit it with the pranks already. Or whoever you are, you droning fly-bitten coxcomb, I'll murder you. In a very non-loving way.
|
|
|
[ |
July 5th,
2008 1:31 pm
| ] |
Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Fractured hand does not make strumming easy.
Fred's in the Hospital Wing and they pushed me out because I blatantly refused to leave. And my cuts were minor enough that they pushed me out without healing either. So I tried to do it myself and I gave myself large welts instead. Stupid fucking healing spells.
Close game, fucking lost though.
I don't know. Today sucked. I'm going to bed.
|
|
|
[ |
June 11th,
2008 8:50 pm
| ] |
Brilliant. I've a date for this ball thing. You wish you were me.
I know you're curious, so I'll fill you in.
She's a 6th year.
She's in Gryffindor.
She's got red-brown hair.
She has beautifully blue eyes.
She also has the most amazing smile I've ever seen.
And she'll be kidnapped by gypsies if she refuses.
Figure it out yet?
Practice hasn't been too brutal. But then again, I was born with more skill than any two Slytherins put together. So I really don't have to work too hard. What comes easy, stays easy. Right, Wood?
( Fred and Nate )
|
|
|
[ |
June 4th,
2008 9:44 pm
| ] |
I refuse to take no for an answer, Gianna Pritchard.
So suck it up and go with me to Hogsmeade already.
1. You cannot say no.
2. You have to pretend you're having fun.
3. You have to let me buy you things.
4. You have to allow me to compliment you more than once.
5. You have to sit and enjoy a mug of warm cider, a loaf of cinnamon bread, and the song I've written for you.
If you say no, you'll be abducted by house elves. So don't say no.
|
|
|
[ |
May 12th,
2008 4:46 pm
| ] |
It's kind of sad that this highly inspirational week has yielded nothing worth writing about. There's seriously nothing to write about.
Maybe I'm using the wrong inspiration...What're you up to, Darcy? What about you, Alice? I could use a muse right about now.
[NATE]
A muse or toast. I really wouldn't mind either.
|
|
