| 009. So Professional. |
[Dec 14, 2009 ; 12:00am] |
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Professors are so mean. Even though they know we're breaking out for the Christmas holidays in only five more days, I've still managed to acquire an Ancient Runes essay, a Charms essay and a really pointless Divination project all due on FRIDAY THE EIGHTEENTH. Can't I just enjoy being excited about Christmas for the rest of the term? Or do our teachers really have no lives that they'd rather be marking than downing more eggnog?
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| 008. Dresses and Lipgloss. |
[Dec 8, 2009 ; 4:05pm] |
Christmas at Hogwarts, Dad's or Mum's. I can't pick! David! Where are you going?? I have finally finished writing out my Christmas gift list, and now I'm working on finishing off my Christmas cards although, there's a few I have to post by Muggle mail. So much more entertaining than writing my essay!
Last Christmas, one of my cousins gave me a lump of coal as a "joke". I'm not that mean, so he can have a stick of lipgloss instead.
By the way? Prewett. You have to attend the dress rehearsal. And if you don't know your lines, I will kill you.
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| 007. I don't like Mondays. |
[Nov 23, 2009 ; 9:01pm] |
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Do you think we could just erase Monday mornings from the calendar week? It's not like anyone likes them anyway.
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| 006. Dorothy Esyld Robins is |
[Nov 11, 2009 ; 10:58am] |
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So unamused.
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| 005. All the world's a stage. |
[Oct 25, 2009 ; 2:40pm] |
OPEN AUDITIONS FOR AS YOU LIKE IT BEGIN NEXT SUNDAY. Be there. It will be worth it. I'll even give you chocolate if you come along and love you forever and ever. Well. Maybe. It depends on who you are.
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| 004. have a break. |
[Oct 18, 2009 ; 5:38pm] |
Am I the only one who has the sudden urge to make paper airplanes out of my History of Magic essay? I feel like it would be more constructive than my sitting here staring at it endlessly. If anyone wants to volunteer to sit for me, I can work on my portfolio.
Alternatively, what about an epic game of pictionary?
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| 003. reason #903 why ghosts should not haunt this castle. |
[Oct 14, 2009 ; 2:10pm] |
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I accidentally set off Moaning Myrtle. Unfortunately, turning her off is proving to be difficult work. My shoes and socks are flooded with toilet water. EW. EW. EW. EWWWW.
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| 002. skylarks and nightingales. |
[Oct 1, 2009 ; 3:15pm] |
When people ask me if I am a morning person or an evening person, I have no idea how to respond. It completely depends on the season and the weather and how I'm personally feeling, or even what's on for the day. I don't think I'm specifically an any 'time of the day' person.
I love early mornings and pale skies and the sanctity of solitude. I love watching sunrises and witnessing the earth both simultaneously wake up and crawl back into caves and under rocks and unusual hiding places to lull themselves asleep before the brightness of day. I anticipate daytime and what various entertainments come from the buzzing society around me. I love the adventures of the night, the coolness of the air, winding down, sugar-fueled insanity, overtiredness and the ridiculousness born of those moments, breaking curfew with visits to the kitchen...
Sometimes I wish it were physically possible to be awake for every hour of the day. The only way I can choose between them is if I were given enough days to dedicate all my favourite times and savour them.
I only started thinking about this because the two main characters in this novel I'm reading are supposed to be completely incompatible because HE'S a morning person and SHE'S a night person. On the one hand, I understand how it would be difficult because if one person is always their best at one point of the day, and the other 'functions' better at another point, it would be hard to do things together. BUT! I am not entirely convinced that the inability to sync your body clocks would be such a drastic obstacle to a relationship.
I should really find better reading material. And my sketchbook. More importantly my sketchbook.
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| 001. of socks and sketchbooks. |
[Sep 26, 2009 ; 4:36pm] |
I see your diabolical plan, Mystery Sketchbook Misplacer, and I ask you unfrazzle your brain and return it to me, pretty please. Maybe I'll reward you with free Sugar Quills, depending on who you reveal yourself to be. Thank fuck I can restock myself next weekend.
I really need it before I go to Hogsmeade next weekend so I can do my autumn colour studies whilst I'm there!
Also, there appears to be a rotting sock beneath the sofa in the common room. Explanations, anyone? Because I'm not touching it until it's confirmed to not give me... rabies or something equally unpleasant.
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