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[12 Dec 2009|02:21am]
On to more important matters...

Please.

Look! Here is a cat ! )

Portia, I hope to Merlin I don't have to give you the talk about the birds and the bees.
Because I don't know it. In fact, I find birds annoying, and I swear bees seek me out to sting me.
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[08 Dec 2009|08:37pm]
I've heard, apart from all the other switches being made, that Rose is now Headmaster and my Potions book has been appointed Master of the Universe.

I'm the new Head of Hufflepuff for some reason, too.
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[10 Nov 2009|09:13pm]
How nice, I'm allowed to step near my sister again. I had become used to scribbling off my profanities and now I'm having trouble reading what anyone else has to say because filtering through fucks, shites, and arses is harder than you'd think. But I think I got the point.

And you know, prefects (and pretty much anyone else) can tell you're not brother and sister if you're caught snogging in the corridors, look nothing alike, and are only two months apart in age. Just saying.

By the way - two pleasant surprises: I'm not a bad dancer and I'm getting a pony for Christmas.

Oh, and is this hunter green )?
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[03 Nov 2009|11:43pm]
Now when a Ball is formal, how formal does that mean? Like, seven comb swipes through the hair or only five? Like lather rinse repeat or just lather and rinse? Why have no guidelines on what the hell to do been posted somewhere? I'm just the only one who doesn't know, aren't I? Damnit.

PRIVATE TO JAMES
Does the colour of a date's dress mean I get that colour flower? Or... do I even get a flower? What about a nice refrigerator magnet instead? Fuck.
/PRIVATE

Speaking of which, I nearly died and threw up today after slipping on a puddle, well multiple puddles of hand soap on the floor in the loo. Stop doing that, whoever it is. I might hit my head harder next time.
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[01 Nov 2009|07:49pm]
you forget all the roses, don’t come around on sunday. she’s not gonna choose you for standing so tall. go on and take a swig of that poison and like it and don’t ask for silverware, don’t ask for nothing. go on and put your ear to the ground, you know you will be hearing that sound.  )
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