::Erotic Cherries:: (Syddle v. 2 - drops of heaven)
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Sunday July 13th, 2003

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I went to a family reunion today. My cousin Megan like idolizes me. It's scary. I felt really weird around her because she idolizes me. She's 12. O_O Her sister is scary, too, but she's only 7 so it's acceptable.

I talked to chops for a few das, which was good. Because I've mished her. We're gonna do something tomorrow, probably, and it'll be fun.

I look really hot right now, as I'm wearing a purdy dress and a necklace I bought today to match it. It's gorge.

I still feel fat, though. Stupid mood.

My mom's asleep and it's only 9. My dad's taking me to his office tomorrow where I'll sit around and not be allowed on the computer. I'll want to call some of you. (nostrademons, is your cell number the same at college as not at college? Meebles. Did you get my despearate-for-human-contact message, by the way?)

Notes on page 200something of OotP rereadCollapse )</p> <p>I have 10 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Saturday July 12th, 2003

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>9:20 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p></p> <p>I am:
Partially banned from computer
Completely screwed over by parents
Angry at somebody, for doing something that only this certain somebody knows what is. Would certain somebody please step forward and confess before I decide to hate you all?
Going frinds only with damn good reason
Socially barred from Chophouse
Angry as fuck
Def. moving in with dad as all point for mother has ended. Can even eat around the bitch.
Going.</p> <p>I have 10 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Friday July 11th, 2003

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>8:28 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p></p> <p>AHEM:

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAACK.

<3 to Jamie who I wrote something nice about and was going to post the day I left but was running late so couldn't.

Fucking love that girl.

Past two weeks in short have been: head, sweat, and alcohol.

Talk to you people later. I'm sweaty and feel like crap and think my mom was angry at me the minute I got home. She didn't look at all happy to see me. Waiiii.

Uhhhhhhh that's about it I need a shower and am doing runons and is that a bird I see? I need a massage. I've been sleeping on a wooden board. My boytoys are all now hours away. I always get what I want. I love my life. Going now.</p> <p>I have 29 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Friday June 27th, 2003

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Today. Hung around with Ally and scared her by being a whore. Didn't buy a swimming suit. Tried not to itch legs. Failed a lot of the time. Came home to a door which had been bolted by the scary!men, but I didn't notice this, so I spent a lot of time tring to muscle the door into opening (and the idea of me muscling anything into doing something is quite amusing. Bone gurl kikz azz.) before realizing that it wasn't heat expanded, it was locked.

Observe Syd's mother be surprised that she doesn't give a shit where the new door goes. Have I ever given a shit about this house? No, not really. Shouldn't surprise her.

Legs still monstrosities. They're currently yetti-ish because haven't seen point in shaving them when they're not going to be exposed. Ever. Hide in these pants forever.

I leave tomorrow. You won't be able to contact me for two weeks. Tell me you love me before I go because I'm needy like that.

No, really. Do it.

Night night, lohvehd vohns.</p> <p>I have 15 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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I have money. Does the Jamie creature want to tell me what I need to get for Spoonless? I think she does! I think she should email me.

Lovely notes from two absent people (such a descriptive little word) were waiting for me when I woke up. Hoorah, contact has been made with Europe. *waves banners for "least interesting small german town imaginable"* Ropchop sure sounds like she's having fun. Bundles of it. Which is why she spammed my inbox with nice "I'm so bored save me!" mail. Yup. I think I'll do something silly, now, like bleach my hair.

But not, because if Ally comes I'll be in the middle of bleaching my hair and that'll be no good. Though my hair is horribly bored and boring and needs a bit of spicing up...

Note to self: STOP SCRATCHING THE POISON OAK IF YOU WANT TO HAVE ANY FUN IN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS. Nobody likes contageous looking bumpy legs. Oh, and eat something, will you? You nearly passed out yesterday. Don't do it again. Idiot girl.

*flonces off to get more unknownquats from the unknownquat tree*</p> <p>taste one?</p></font>

Thursday June 26th, 2003

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My mum is getting rid of the trampoline. My red and blue trampoline that was my life for, like, seven years. And now she's trying to get rid of the foosball table, which was my life for another three years (hah, Mimi/Rachel, do you guys remember when we had the Big Bad Tournie and Rebecca cheated like fuck with calls like "KICKING THE BALL TOO HARD"?). Wajjj. ot os a sad sad day.

That's about all.

*still not spam king(</p> <p>taste one?</p></font>

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All day I've been trying to access civilitas so that I can write Rita's reply to Crouchy. I haven't managed it yet. I'm so terrible ^^
I crashed really early last night -- around midnight and a quarter -- and didn't get out of bed today until, like, 2. I vacuumed a bit, and that's about all I've done. Other than some laundry. The loitermen came to house around 9 AM today (I know because dog barked like hell and woke me up). I still hate having them around. It bugs me that I'm uncomfortable wlaking around my own house because I'm afraid of the big bad man who's reading in my front yard. (He stopped reading when he saw me come downwstairs and started moving my furniture. O_o I still haven't quite figured out his purpose.) I was pleased to see that it wasn't the old Ukranian guy, though. It was a strapping young hot dude. Mm. Of course, I'm wearing shorts that expose my yettified poison oak legs and look basically like a train wreck, but still. He's cute. Err, don't quite know where I'm going with that. Just sharing. Yup.

I'm very upset with my schedule. I wish I left on Sunday. Can't go see alphariza and give her confidence coffe because I'll be in a car driving somewhere. Blah. For my RP's (leviosarpg and civilitas, mainly), could I get somebody who's willing to take over charas? I'd love non_existent_ or vanillacrystal to hop on for the Leviosans, but I've no idea who to ask to do Rita for me. I'll be gone for two weeks. She'll need to be active in that time.

Argh, I have so much to do. Tomorrow I'll be reading my 50 page volunteer manual. And hopefully doing something random with thinkcanfly that will involve cold drinks. It's far too hot. I've got to go water the roses and wash my grody dishes now. <33.</p> <p>I have 6 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>12:15 AM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p></p> <p>DAMN YOU, LJ.

It just ate my post for riportingrita's reply owl to wartimepolitics. It was long, too. (Will rewrite tomorrow, but am too tired right now)

I need to talk to _deplorable_ about healers_hands and what she can give me on something bad involving mrs_minister. Meeble. And we need to RP The Scene. *uses secretive face* Yup.

GYAH. pogrebin, we need to do something about feet because Rita is lonely.

Excuse me, but I am death. Nobody else. Just me. Just sharing that, because you should know.

Plug of the day: Luna Lovegood. A Nos creation. (Title: Lost Unicorn, Never Again)

I'm done now. Yup. Need more painkillers. *saunters off to get*

Wish that I still knew who squeakspeak is.</p> <p>taste one?</p></font>

Wednesday June 25th, 2003

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Proud of me? <333.

I went to dinner with CC and Dad and Ethan today. Had pretty spacey time. Spent most of the meal staring out a window and checking out people. Am terrible. Waiter glared at most of family, but was a sweetie to me. He was cwute.

Mr. H emailed me my physics final grade. 92%. Not bad, I guess. I probably missed a lot of the multiple choice, because some of it was on a chapter that I was ill for and didn't bother to read (I never read any of the chapters, I guess...) I was a bit disappointed, because I'd found it easier than 92%, but I guess I won't complain. I did, after all, pass.

It's really hot here. I miss Tsuki. I need my baby girl. I've never ever felt more connected to another living creature than I did with her. Actually, I felt pretty connect to Shadow, too. I was one of them, and they trusted me more than they trusted Genie and they came when I called and my god, would they even know my voice anymore? My god, I miss them, I wish...

Anyway, I'm done.</p> <p>I have 3 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>1:48 AM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p></p> <p>This thread is, quite frankly, annoying the shit out of me. These people are all so reactionary, reading too much or too little or just incorrectly into it all, and not understanding eachother's points, and... ghark.

I think I would have been happier with more "Server is Busy" messages. *will avoid OotP forums like the plague as they are filled with nearly pure idiocy*

I'm really tired. I've been tired for about three hours. Exhaustion=ficwriting time.

You know, I really thought I'd be less fandemonic when OotP came out, that it would completely kick me into pure Matrix-mode, but it's revived the HP part of my brain and now I just keep writing shtuff. Might as well post some of it. So, err, Percy.

Percy fic: Right and WrongCollapse )</p> <p>I have 12 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Tuesday June 24th, 2003

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Can you guys all just assume that I actually wrote it and, if mention is needed, just mention that stuff? That's all it is. I just can't get it out skeeter-alarmist-y. It's just not going today. >.< Sorry, y'all.

I gotted my period today. It was kinda annoying to see, because I'd been walking around in nonexistent shorts and then poof, there it was. Stupid period. >.<

((Insert something worth saying here))

Spammity spam spam spam spam...</p> <p>I have 13 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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Then, she stomped off to do the vacuuming by herself. Hah. I win.

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Birth analysis

Sensibility
Very strong
a bit self-willed
independent
does not allow contradiction or arguments
loves life
its family
children and animals
a bit of a butterfly
good sense of humor
likes idleness and laziness
of practical talent and intelligence.

Aherm. I'd like to disagree on all counts. "Loves its family" my ass. Family=valued least of everything. I think I value my stuffed animal collection more than I value my family.

Oh my lord. I'm totally not going to get jealous. Totally.

Maybe just a little bit. *wibble*</p> <p>taste one?</p></font>

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I'm so not an LJ slutCollapse )

I was raking like a madwoman today. I got a rate of about a bag o' weeds every 15 minutes... did six bags. <33 manual labor. I rawk. Sadly, I haven't succeeded in ridding myself of the wicked poison oak rash. It doesn't itch much anymore; just hurts and is repulsive. That's good, I suppose, because I won't have it icky and gross and scratched when I go to campything, so I'll actually consider baring legs. I go to m'dad's tomorrow, where I'll make good use of his scanner (yay!).

*flounces off to FA* I actually got through once. But on my second click it gave me a server busy. ;-;</p> <p>I have 6 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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If you've said anything in a comment that you particularly want me to see, especially one to a reply of mine on your own journal, send me an email. Because my LJ-email-reception's really weird. I just got a comment from muffytaj that went two days ago about five minutes ago, and it directly followed something danceupontheair said about three hours ago, and that had been proceeded by various kind-of-on-time comments and an immediate response from occultebelta. I don't think I've gotten any comments in my LJ that I haven't noticed today, though. Lalalalala.

All this means is that if I'm not saying anything back, 's not because I hate you. It's because I don't know you've said it.

*clings to Jamie* Need you to talk to right now for no apparent reason. I'm so dependent. Mwah.

That's all, really, and I truly am going to sleep now. *really loves this icon*

Oh. Err, kanato, we need to talk... (no, not about That Not Having worked.)</p> <p>I have 7 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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!!!!!!!!.

*searches for pictures of the zoloft bouncing blob* The zoloft commercial with the happy music that has the bouncing white not-a-ferret makes me happier tnan anything else in the world.

This fic is rocking me right now.

I spent an hour throwing fruit off my porchbalcony today. Those little ___quat things that have yet to be named after 13 years of wondering. And then I ate some even though I already knew they taste like shit, but I didn't give an ass because I was just kinda hungry.

Dear cars that I hit with ugly small yellow frut -

Ha, ha, you deserved it for being in my way on my street when I was in a bad mood. It's not as if they broke your windows. I would have heard that. Byebye.

Love always
Moody bitch with the fruit tree

I really really really wish Mimi were here. I'm seriously exploding without her. I need to just go somewhere with somebody and yell rude things at people with ugly shoes. Particularly floaties. bloodbathlatte? MY MOTHER FUCKING BOUGHT a pair of them. Serious action is in order, would not you agree?

I'm really angry at non_existent_'s schedule because I'm gone when she's semi-around. Damnit. NeedmyJamiewahhhh.

Does anybody have pictures of that cute zoloft babypuff? Pwease?

Oh, and I think that people have told me to take my pills more in these past seven days too much. When my dad dropped me off today he was like, "Take your pills!" and I froze up until I realized he meant my let's-get-syd-high-so-that-she-won't-have-a-rash pills rather than the other ones (which, by the way, I did take. Like I needed a reminded. >.<)

Y'know that lovely trip the doctor warned me about? Having it now. It's not bad at all.

Err, night night.

Oh, and I'm really going to miss squeakspeak, who was really the only RP character of mine that I liked. Post OotP personality lift, I... meh. He was really my only joy in RPing.

I don't know whether I'll drop out of RP's or not. >.</p> <p>I have 8 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Monday June 23rd, 2003

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I know that I'm not one of those people who can work well with somebody else's characters. I've never written anything in the fandom that I'm proud of, persay, (well, maybe some of the things that stiletto and I have done with P/SS) but I've written things I'm not ashamed of. That's the way I am in all fandoms. I can do passable work, but not good work. I don't mind that. I enjoy doing the passable stuff. It's fun to just sit down and crank it out and read it over... I enjoy it. It's for me.

So, um, yes. That's Syddle's fandom world.

But I really do think I'll need to sit down and crank out more often, because it's so much fun. *thinks Matrixwise*

I really realy need to not scratch my oakie legs. It'll only make it worse. I should know that by now. It'll only make them more swollen.

My mum's decided to put me back on druggies. I love that. Daughter has a rash? Let's drug her. It's poisonfuckingoak. I don't need to be out of it because of poisonfuckingoak.

Doctor: "Um, you do know that she may think she isn't in her body because of these?"
Mom: "Well, we wouldn't want her to keep that rash for her swimsuit, would we?"
Me: "Eh, heh," *stares at stomach* "I don't think the rash will by my swimming problem."
Mom: "So, can we get the prescription?"
Doctor: *O_o's* "Uh, okay..."</p> <p>I have 3 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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Oh well.

A Firenze-centric story was born out of my boredom.

I've had a relapse in my poison oak, because I wore the pants that I'd caught the poison oak in and am oversensitive, so even though the things had been washed about five times in hot water and poison-oak evicting soap, I've got more ugly swollen pussing bumps covering my legs. Just thought I'd share that nice mental image with you.

In other words, I am once again positively repulsive. Yurgh.

*refreshes ff.net obsessively* C'mon, you know you wanna write OotP fic, you know you do...</p> <p>I have 2 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>1:17 AM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - nervous}</p> <p>Good fic linked by darkeyedwolf originally.

Post Snape's Worst Memory drabble - IE Syddle tries to fix what JK broke and failsCollapse )

Lord, Leviosa will so be no more fun. *wibbles and clings* I really need to find another way. Suggestions?

It feels really weird to have new canon to work with.

I've got to do more work around the house tomorrow than I'd expected. I won't be able to RP after all. This may not be a bad thing, considering the revamping I'm trying to do. I don't know. I hate housework. I mean, I enjoy doing it for other people's houses, when I'm not being forced to, just not mine. I hate doing it for my mother.

I also hate it when people help me. On all the "seeks help when needed" sections of my report cards, I get below satisfactories. I suck at it. It makes me want to put my head out of its stupidity and misery.

I have no swimsuit for campyplace. I'm spamming a lot.

I'm really really tired. It's only 1 AM, I shouldn't be.

My mother is now going to check my suitcase for campyplace, so I won't be able to smuggle in any bottles, so I'll just have to rely on other people to have brought some form of liquid entertainment. Bah. And it all stems from my lack-of-swimsuit. Somebody had better indulge me there, damnit.

I got my report card a while ago. As I expected, it was filled with A's and B's and a big disappointed mother looking at me and telling me that if I want to get into college, I'd better switch languages because I certainly wasn't gettint there with that sort of Latin grade, and I didn't really bother to tell her once more that I don't really give a flying bat's ass about getting into any particular college, and that didn't she know there are fewer people my year in general, the peak of the huge childeren boom happened this, last, or next year, so it would be easier for little me to get in, and that it's not like my GPA's low, it just isn't high, there's a difference, and that she'd promised she wouldn't rag on me if I didn't let my grades slip below B's, which I think was very well done by me seeing as my homework percentages are all lower than should be physically (hah) possible.

Surprisingly, I came out of this lovely interaction feeling pretty good, because I was sure that I was close to falling down on Physics and really packing the C in because my homework average had, impossibly, dropped a bit from what I'd last seen. And my grade in general was a borderline B-. I think that I did well on my final, though, because I didn't get that C(+). This makes me happy, because after hearing everybody else say that it was brutal (I didn't really think so, but I've been wrong about stuff like that before), I was sure that I'd just glossed over it and completely forgotten some huge difficult concept and was flunking it for sure.

Speaking of the physics final, I really should email Mr. Harper about that. I want to see my grade (surprise!). I'd be disgustingly amused if it were a repeat performance of my most recent test, but I'm sure I would have heard from him if I'd been that stupid again. And anyway, I checked many times to make sure I'd filled it all out.

I can't wait to start work on Spoonless with Jamie, but we'll probably need some help, and I'm hoping that I can pester Nos into giving us some advice, if nothing more. Because, as most of you will note, I know jack shit about computerly shtuff. ;)

Still wibbling, see icon.</p> <p>I have 6 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Sunday June 22nd, 2003

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>11:15 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p></p> <p>This deserves an entry of its own. <33 stiletto

Snarkastic: Hey, check the MSN name:
Snarkastic: *growls at canon* OMGWTF I WANT SYD'S PETER BACK.</p> <p>taste one?</p></font>

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>11:00 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - bouncy}</p> <p>Currently, my life is very boring and generally consumed by fandom things. I have day to day struggles with the insert key, seem to be living with a constant soar throat -- owed, I'm sure, to my allergies -- and I'm getting by on disappointingly too much food and too little chocolate. (I am indeed eating a lot. Surprised? Don't be. Dr0ks.)

My mother is threatening to take away my door because I keep closing it. No offense to her intended, but what else am I to do with it? It's there for a reason. To be closed. It would be mean and cruel to deprive it of its purpose.

Fic that Wolfie linked to: It would be good if it could learn to finish its sentences.

I'm speaking to Charlie again. This bothers me, because I don't particularly want to, but won't bother being rude and telling him to kindly bugger off, because he won't. He never seems to.

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I need a few more icons, because I'm bored. Think shall make some.</p> <p>I have 3 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>2:57 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - bouncy}</p> <p>Here follows my plan for the day:

Catch up on RP's, things like that... then reread OotP. Around 6 in the morning, go to sleep. Wake up, write article for civilitas, make RP posts, make RP plots.

I didn't sleep at all on the night of the 20thleadingto21, but yesterday I hit it at about 8:30. I woke up only when my CD changed, at which point I called somebody, left a message, and went back to sleep. I slept under my loft, with a thick blanket, rather than in my bed, and slept rather well. I didnt wake up until 11, which was when crschmidt called me.</p> <p>taste one?</p></font>

Saturday June 21st, 2003

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>More OotP - 4:48 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - ecstatic}</p> <p>I showed up at Borders armed with my wallet, some pants, socks, shoes... a shirt which said "Potter FOR President" accross the front and "Qui Legit Regit - RAVENCLAW" on the back, covered by a t00b sweatshirt. Sometime near midnight, I wandered into Murray, who I stopped and talked with for a while, but then I got my book and I left. Apparently Daniela was also there but I don't know her at all so I was prettymuch indifferent to this news.

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11. I think I'm up to RPing for tomorrow.

*sings* And I wonder if he ever has cried because he couldn't get a date to the prom... he's got his arm around every man's dream, crumbs in his beard from the seafood special... oh, can't you see my world is falling apart... baby please! Leave the biker, leave the biker, break his heart -- baby please! Leave the biker. Leave the biker. Break his heart!</p> <p>I have 13 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>OotP - 5:01 AM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - bouncy}</p> <p>WARNING: SPOILERS. REPEAT: SPOILERS.Collapse )

I fucking love this book. I am reminded of why I'm in this fandom.

Heehee birds are chirping I'm not sleeping tonight.</p> <p>I have 5 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Friday June 20th, 2003

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>4:30 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - excited}</p> <p>Oh, and I don't mean to spam, but somebody rec me some good fic. Slash, preferably, but hell, anything will do. It's my last day before everthing changes. In fact, it's my last 7.5 hours.

(Wibble.)

Uhm, I want a pet penguin

The only reason I haven't touched anything drunkworthy is that I'm re-reading GoF. Mmm. <3333333 the slashy Cedric.

I've convinced my mom to come pick it up at B&N w/ me at midnight. w00 w00.

For the record, that was not inane squeeing you just saw. It was not squeeing of any sort.

My room is now sparkly-clean, and nice garbage man have come, so there is no evidence that the past week has happened. Yayoo.</p> <p>I have 6 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Thursday June 19th, 2003

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>10:59 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - ecstatic}</p> <p>I will, under no circumstances, take part in the inane squeeing over OotP. (Yeah, I've been reading too many Sev fics lately, and the consequences are dire. I just used the word inane. Do clean up those looks on your faces; the suspicion is both unflattering and nauseating. Oh, wait that could be something else I took today.) I will, under no circumstances, take part in the inane squeeing over OotP. I will, however, admit that I am quite excited and also quite regretful that I have not thought to preorder it. Fear the consequences, fear them greatly.

I have a great deal that I wish to say to a lot of you -- unfortunately, I'm neither energetic enough nor involved enough to bother taking the time to say it to any of you directly. I wish to speak to pogrebin. I wish I'd have been more forthcoming with non_existent_, but was just too exhausted and hormonal -- not in the usual manner -- to act as I'd wished. I wish to send big <3's in the direction of many of you who are having difficulties; you know who you are, I won't go to the trouble of embarrassing you here. I wish to thank all of you who have been sympathetic, hugsy, et cetera, about my situation, which, I assure you all, I'm a bit more upset about than I'm letting on to most of you (all, really, except for one). I wish to apologize to all those I RP with; I'm just not quite in gear for it right now. I'm sure you'll understand.

Oh, aklright, I guess I must indulge myself in a bit of excitement.

Squee.

Goodnight, my preciousssssssss.

And one more thing: Do call me sometime. It's quite true that we do need to have a Long Talk.</p> <p>I have 1 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

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I will now proceed to feel sick to my stomach and not throw up. I will now proceed to glare at the lovely bottle and not drink any of it. I will now proceed...

But I got it. :)

Yesterday was pretty boring. Well, mostly. Ethan got a haircut. It's cute.

I'll let you know when the first wave of nausea hits. In great detail. *reads AWS and stares at evil_erato* So... good...</p> <p>I have 13 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Wednesday June 18th, 2003

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<font size=1; color="black"><p><div style="position: justify; center :0px; width: 665; height: 15px; overflow: no; border: 1px red solid; background: red; align="center"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: white;"></b><center>9:27 PM</center></font></div></p> <bgcolor="white"> <font style="font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 9;"><p>{Mood - horny}</p> <p>Following sporkmistress's logic, I'd just like to remind you all that I AM GOD.

Um, I love like four of you right now. (nos, chris, hana, jamie, bee... okay that's five)

The rest of you I'm apathetic to. Yup.

I'm going to go finish AWS now. It's good. <333.

Um, I wanna hump something, but am thinking that wouldn't be a good idea.</p> <p>I have 53 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>

Tuesday June 17th, 2003

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Go me, I think. I'm now going to crash and sleep and probably scare the hell out of my mom by being asleep when she comes home.</p> <p>I have 6 lickable little fruits, please oh please won't you taste one?</p></font>