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Soooo, unlike many of you, I regret nothing. I still love most of you just as much as I did over the weekend. ♥ |
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[Jan. 20th, 2011|11:15 pm] |
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I wrote a love poem. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2010|07:03 pm] |
IMPORTANT THINGS:
1. In an attempt to accio my homework, I turned it into a small bunny. I've named him Gerald. He's adorable. What do you suppose Flitwick's stance on 'adorable-creatures-in-place-of-homework' is?
2. I'm glad the school is well-lit once more. I'm all for adventures, but not for near-death experiences.
3. On a scale from "sexy" to "holy hot damn," how beautiful will my baby with Dorcas be?
4. Paulie, did I leave my school tie in Ravenclaw? |
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[Nov. 11th, 2010|06:27 pm] |
I have been saved! And will be spending much of the day in Ravenclaw, as per a promise made to keep a young fellow from attempting to rescue me and breaking his neck in the process.
Also, since it seems to be a point of interest, matches are pretty easy to work. Just put the match (the coloured end, it's usually red) against the rough surface on the side of the box and pull it quickly across. It should ignite.
YAY THEO! I'M HELPFUL! |
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[Nov. 10th, 2010|09:24 pm] |
I thiiiiiink I might be lost. Again.
Well, not really. I know where I am. I just don't want to move. Because I might fall and die.
It's really fucking dark, though. Except when the lightning flashes. And it's just light enough to see, but I'm trying not to sit too close to the window.
What the fuck is going on? |
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[Nov. 10th, 2010|12:06 am] |
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Gryffindor sixth year lover-kittens: I vote we build a blanket fort in the common room and have a sleepover. |
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[Oct. 29th, 2010|01:01 am] |
As an homage to my weekend spent floating through the air, I think I'm going to be a bird for the ball. I'm not sure which sort, though.
Who wants Theo-dances? |
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[Oct. 27th, 2010|10:50 pm] |
Friends.
Professor Kent just beat the fuck out of me with a hairbrush. And then hugged me and told me he -- she? -- loved me. All while in a pink dress.
I don't know what to think. :( I have bruises forming.
This got unfunny really fast. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2010|12:52 am] |
Soooo... the benefits of spending hours and hours meowing alone in the castle? I didn’t sex up any Slytherins or shame my family (any more than I have already) or... really do much of anything that was truly out of character for me! That said –
I REGRET NOTHING, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Except not spending every waking second with my woman. Or getting to eat the cupcakes that were apparently available.
Thanks to everyone who tried to find me. I feel very loved. ♥ Sorry for being so shit with directions, but I was in motherfucking Narnia.
I need to figure out what I’m wearing to the ball. Somehow, I doubt that any of my first thoughts would be appropriate or allowed. And that may not actually stop me. WHO KNOWS.
Whoever writes me the most beautiful poem will get a reward! |
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[Oct. 25th, 2010|01:10 am] |
HEY! GOOD NEWS! I HAVE RETURNED FROM NARNIAAAAAA.
My arm is better now, but still bruisy, and I'm not floooatiiiiiing. Paulie and Chasey and Mary are my heroessss
DORCAS, I MISS THE WAY YOU TASTE.
( private to lazasaurus ) |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2010|11:58 pm] |
narnia is starting to get cold and im really lonely and hungry and i want someone to cuddle with me but no one has found the wardrobe yet and im still flyinggggg like i have been for years
i miss ground
my arm kinda tingles now and it is purple and blue
i dont know where i am
i need more stinger sting kisses because they made me feel better |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2010|04:41 pm] |
THE STINGER STINGS LOOOOOOVE MEEEEEEEEEE THEY KEEP GIVING ME KISSESSSSSSSSSS!
I WAS FLYING AND FLYING AND I HIT THE WALL OR THE CEILING OR SOMETHING HARD AND I THINK I BROKE MY ARM.
BUT GET THIS. IT DOESN'T EVEN HURT.
IT'S LIKE A NOoooodleeee. I HAVE a SPaghETTI-ARM.
Doooorcas, I picked you flowersssss. But they fell when I hit the wall and I couldn't find them because I was still flyiiiiiiiiing and they were on the ground and my nooooooodle arm doesn't streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch. But I love you more than dinosaurs and I missed you last night sosssooso much and I cried all night because I don't like when we fight and I'm sorry for being an awful person. :( Can we be not broken up anymore? And be best friends and soulmates and lovers again because I miss you and your beautiful face and your kisses and I don't evereverever want to fight again because it's saaaaad. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2010|02:02 am] |
I'm going to go be a fairy with Grover O'Connell. Stupid Gryffindors and their stupid lies |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2010|03:03 am] |
Molly
I need your help. It's an emergency. |
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[Oct. 20th, 2010|09:37 pm] |
Dooooooorcas. Why aren't you here with me right now? I have cookies! And plans! FOR HALLOWEEN! COME HERE.
Lilykitten.
Baby Dorcas has been kinda sad lately, hasn't she? I don't know. And she was mean to Paulie. Have you noticed anything strange? |
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[Oct. 16th, 2010|09:35 pm] |
I'd like my patronus to be a dinosaur. I don't plan on writing an essay, though.
Why are half of my knickers missing? Is that invisible hunk of a man from earlier in the semester at it again? |
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[Oct. 11th, 2010|10:03 pm] |
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Dorcas, love of my life. I think it's time for our yearly uniform alteration session. |
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[Oct. 8th, 2010|03:16 am] |
Every motherfucker in this school needs to back off Lily Evans and James Potter and Relevant Prewett Boy, I don't remember which one.
Lilykitten.
I'll come see you, baby girl. I don't hate you.
James.
Tomorrow. Or in the future, once you can think through the blinding anger. We need to sit down and discuss this thing. I'm sorry, I should've mentioned it, but I honestly thought that dating silly, boring Gideon would draw her to you and that he'd be a fun distraction for her in the meantime. You know I'm Team James. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2010|05:34 pm] |
Apparently, Stepmother Dearest has convinced my dad to move to Sweden. Brilliant.
I want to go live on an island with beautiful exotic people who don't speak English or wear clothes and who won't hurt my feelings with bad secrets and break my heart.
Elizabeth/Amelia/Echo... and the rest of her Ravenclaw lovers.
Can I come infiltrate your house please? |
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