<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 fails )

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>