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Well, hello all. My idea of posting meaningless crap on my blog just to have more updates than my friends has been shot to hell. I blame school. DAMN YOU SCHOOL!! Yeah.

So, I'll just say a belated Happy Birthday to my old buddy, Jen. Her birthday was on Monday, or the 27th, I really can't remember which. I'm horrible, I know. And here's the sitch with this birthday... (god, I'm a horrible, horrible friend).

I did not, technicaly, forget and miss her birthday because she phoned me up on Friday night and said 'Hey, wanna get together for my birthday tonight?' Now, I probably would have forgotten about it if she hadn't phoned me. However, due to the short-noticedness of her call, I did not have time to get her a present. I did, however, dash to the store on my way to her place and pick her up a chocolate cake. Then I remembered about halfway down St. Mary's that my friend lives, like, two steps away from a Baked Expectations (a wicked awesome bakery/cake store). I spend the rest of the trip to Jen's house marveling at my own stupidity. So did she, when I showed up at the door with a cake in my hands. Gah.

So we decided to go to a movie, and she dragged me to the chick-flick that her boyfriend wouldn't go see with her... Win a date with Tad Hamilton. Allow me to say... "Fluff fluff fluff, predictable ending, few chuckles, FLUFF!!" I guess it was okay. Not the worst movie I've ever been dragged to... Lynnsey's still the champ for that.

Jen's birthday is now a few days past, and I have yet to get her a card and a present. I'll do that eventually... I think. *sigh* I'm a horrible friend.

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Current mood: Relieved and guilty and stressed and hungry. I'm a plethora of moods! Plus, I prolly just used a big word in a context that doesn't make sense. Ah, well.
Currently watching: Computer screen.
Currently Reading: The case-book of Sherlock Holmes. CURSE YOU, CARLA!!!
Current Quote: "GAURD YOUR CARNAL TREASURE!!" (keep in mind, the guy's yelling this to the girl he loves in the middle of a crowded airport.) - Win a date with Tad Hamilton

Well, I haven't been posting as much as I've planned. Some of you may ask "What's up?" To which I will infallibly reply "The Ceiling." So there.

So, what has been going on in my life? Got together with Carla and Lynnsey on Friday to go see a "best commercials of 2003" type dealie thing. Of course, we got our butts in gear a bit too late (my fault, I think), and the tickets were sold out. So we went to see The Last Samuri instead. Was better than I expected. Tom Cruise swingin a sword around... mmm. Fun for all!!

So, we went to try and see this commercial thing again (minus Lynnsey, because she smells. Well, in all fairness, it was her evil car's fault.) on Sunday. Went for sushi first... was very yummy. Carla seems to like wasabi. Very strange girl. Then we finally got to see the commercial thing, mainly because Carla (smart girl) bought the tickets ahead of time online. The thing I kinda don't get is... we could see (some of) these commercials for free on television... but we always bitch and complain when they interrupt our shows. Or we get up to go to the bathroom or to go to the fridge or something. Point is, we went and shelled out eight bucks to see things that we can see FOR FREE but just ignore anyways. We're kinda strange that way.

Well, commercial thing was funny for the most part. Some of the commercials I just really did not get (must be a european thing). Others were really, really funny. Some funny in a way that I'm gonna go to hell for laughing at them. Oh... wait... I'm an athiest! w00t!! Yes, I w00ted. Deal with it. I'm 5o l33t. Or something.

Now I miss my friends all over again... especially Chrissy. Poor girl with her majorly screwed up schedual. *sigh* Well, I guess I'll end this post. No, still no HP story. Deal with it.

Today's topic (huh... she actually has topics??): I don't post often, but I post lots of useless crap.

The whole purpose of today's post is just to have more posts on my blog. Carla and Lynnsey seem to have this unofficial contest to see who is posting the most and then shake their fists at non-posters. I am, quite truthfully, a horrible non-poster. And then anything I do post ends up being really long and annoying. So, today's post will be slightly shorter. I think... unless I find something to rant about in the next few seconds.

And for those of you who are wondering where the next installment of Smack-upside-the-head-woman's adventures in the HP univers is coming out... KEEP YOUR PANTS ON!! Unless you happen to be Carla, Lynnsey, Chrissy, Jen, Tannis or James Marsters. In which case... please feel free to take your pants off. >;) I basically know who I want to smack and why... but there's that annoying little thing called PLOT. Now, granted, PLOT is generally inconspicusously missing from these little stories of mine, kinda like spell checking is. However, stupid people usually want to know things like why I went where I went, when I chose to appear in the HP univers, where I end up and of course, they want explations for my actions. To all of those types of people out there... **SMACK!!** So there. I have writer's block. I basically decided that I end up somewhere in Hogwarts at some point in time... but that's all I got. So lemme alone.

That is all.

HAPPY BELATED ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!! I would have posted yesterday, but I was too drunk. Heh... don't I wish. Actually, the truth is, I was occupied most of the day with chem class, helping M. Soufi with the little kiddies in his school (Theresa... work with little kiddies?? Is this the Twilight Zone? Yes... hehehe), driving my brother to work and watching The Passion of the Christ with my religion class. Yeppers... we get to go to movies for class. The flick was all in Aramaic, and perhaps another language amongst the roman soldiers. But yeah... didn't understand a word of it. GOOOOOOOOOOO SUBTITLES!! I wonder how my teacher managed... he's francophone, knows very little english and I don't think he knows much Aramaic either. Huh. Oh, plus... movie was really bloody. *shudders*

So, what else did I do for St. Paddy's Day? Well, I did have a beer to celebrate the day of Irish drinking and wearing of green. I'm sure there's a whole other reason behind that particular holiday... but I don't know what it really is and I'm too hung over to care. Once again, wishful thinking. Not that I want to be hung over, but I did want to get really, really drunk last night. *sigh* My plans all ruined.

Anything else important to add?? Not really. Like I ever have anything important in my blog. Pfft.

Later all!!

Well, you're prolly all waiting for me to update. I hadn't realised that it's been so long since my last post. Life'll do that to you.

I was hoping to continue my Harry Potter adventure, where I smack more people upside the head. I currently have writer's block. Sucks to be me. I kinda know the general idea of what I wanna do, but I can't get it written down. Yeah, that happens to me alot... like for my blog contest submission. Man... that was fun to try and write. People wanted to kill me for not getting it done. So... anyways....

What is new in the life of me? Went to see LotR with my daddy on Thursday... daddy is funny. And by funny, I mean a typical man. He phones me up Wed night and says that he might not make it into town tomorrow because there's supposed to be a storm. He then says he'll phone me after my class (around 9:45 ish) to let me know if he's coming into town or not. So thursday after logic I'm waiting around in the Club de Sciences (I gave him the number so he can phone me there) and was worrying about whether or not daddy would come to pick me up. I finally got ahold of him... he didn't even bother phoning to let me know what was going on. Silly man. It all turned out okay, though.

Friday... out for sushi with my sister. Sushi = yummy!!! *g* Then I had to try and prepare for my french written test the next day... you know, the one you have to pass to get into edumacation. Yeah. Don't know how I did on that yet.

Saturday... write test... go home... nap.

Sunday: my drama teacher decided that he wanted to get everyone together on Sunday to go over the play. He'd asked me earlier in the week if I could be there for noon on Sunday... I told him that I really didn't know if I could manage getting up before 1pm on a Sunday. He laughed at me as if I was joking. I never joke about sleeping in!!! So, I got my butt outta bed at 9 am on Sunday, got to the school for 11, realised that I was a whole hour early. DAMMIT!! Was not impressed. Finished re-reading HP OotP on Sunday. Got my mom hooked on Harry Potter books. YAY ME!!

Monday: Stupid school... stupid alarm clock. I decided to take my TEO (teste d'expression orale) today... the other test I have to take to get into edumacation. Students need to get 16/30 to pass, 26/30 to be exempt and never have to take it again... I got 27.5/30. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ME!!

And now I must go... for to drive Tannis... wild with PASSION!! Or home... whichever floats your boat. BYEZ!!

Sunday night, and a vague, irritating thought lingers at the back of my mind. It's called homework, and the fact that I really should be doing it. The thought refuses to leave, so I kill it... drown it in alchol like that Tequila worm. That's right, homework-thought... you die now!!

Having slain the cursed thought, I sit down on my bed, pick up my book and continue to read. Engrossed in the story, my brow creases in a mixture of anger and annoyance. The reading continues, as does my agitated state of mind. Finally, I yell out loud "Curse you, Umbridge!! How I hate you so!! And Harry... really, kid, how many hissy fits do you really need to have during this book?? The truth is, all of you, in your own special way, is annoying and stupid and rightly deserves to be BITCHED SLAPPED and have some sense knocked into you!! Man... I so wish I could just leap into the story, track you all down and smack you upside the head. If only I had the power..." Then it hit me. I really do have the power. I could so totally go into the world of Harry Potter and smack them all!!

My look of rage slowly melts away, only to be replaced by a look of evil cunning. My eyes narrow evilly, an evil smile slowly spreads across my evil face. A small voice inside of me protests that I should go and find a thesaurus, but I kill it because I'm evil.

Next moment I find my evil self inside Grimuwald place standing on a staircase. I only have a few seconds to take in the surroundings, creaky and dusty wooden floor, mouldy wall hangings, dark depressing interior, before someone trips in the hallway and a cataphony of noise breaks out.

"INGRATEFUL TRAITOR SON!!" screeches an ugly voice. "TRAITORS AND MUDBLOODS AND FILTH IN MY HOUSE!!" I shut my eyes and clap my hands over my ears to block out the noise. I open my eyes in time to see several harried people rush up the stairs, stop dead in their tracks, and then look at me in confusion.

"Why don't you just take a bloody Bic to the bitch?!?" I yell.

"What the... who the...?" demandes a frazzled Mrs Weasley.

"A Bic!!" I explain. "A lighter! Just set the wench on fire, dammit!!"

"SET ME ON FIRE?!?! YOU MUGGLE FILTH!! HOW DARE YOU..."

"SHUT UP WOMAN!!" I roar, stalking up to the screeching painting. I hit the thing where the woman's face is and, miracle of miracles, she stopped yelling, a stunned look on her face. "Huh," I mutter in amazement as two men (Black and Lupin, I assume) rush up to close the hangings over the portrait. "I can slap paintings. How cool is that?"

"Who are you??" Black demanded, turning on me with an angry look on his face. "How did you get into my home??"

"Long story... too long to explain. Let's just say that I dropped in because I have something important to do. Not part of the Order, 'cause I don't think Muggles can join. Not supporting Voldemort (everyone suddered) because, frankly, I think he sucks and I'm rooting for him to die. Prefferably suffocating in a pile of Hippogriff excrements..."

"Say... that's not a bad idea," Black commented.

"... yeah... you guys should try to arrange that. But anyways... it's November, right? Kids are off at school?"

"Yes, though I don't see why that matters," Mrs Weasely repplied, still perplexed.

"It matters for continuety's sake. Now, sorry you guys have to see this, but..." I walked up to Black while talking.

**SMACK!!**

"OW!!" roared Black. He held the back of his head and glared at me with a murderous look in his eyes. If I hadn't known that he was wrongly accused for all those deaths, I'da been scared. Heck, I'd have been scared anyways if I didn't have the magical powers of Cheerios brand Immortality tm to keep me safe.

"You deserved that," I stated coolly as Lupin and Mrs Weasley gawked at me. "Getting all pissy at Harry after he told you he didn't want you meeting him in Hogsmead. I don't know if you realise this, Sirius, but the boy cares about you. You mean a lot to him... and not as a 'mate'. He already has a handful of great friends at school. He likes you a lot, but he looks up to you as a sort of parental figure, someone to guide him and help to make the world make sense. I know he'd love for you to have a normal life, to be able to be seen in public without having every witch and wizard rush to phone the Dementor Hotline (I saw them exchange some confused looks at this). He's like nothing more than to be able to hang out with you in Hogsmead, practice Quidditch with you in the summers, go walking down the street and, hell, just write to you without having to worry every second that you're going to be caught and dragged off to Azkaban... or worse, end up in a snogging session with a Dementor. Do you even realise exactly how much you mean to Harry and what it would do to him if he had to lose you too?"

At the beginning of my little barrage, Sirius had looked defiante, had even opened his mouth a few times to interrupt. I didn't let him though... just kept on talking. Meaningful glares from both Lupin and Mrs Weasley helped in making Black hold his tounge. As I kept talking, he looked more and more abashed.

"I know you miss James," I continued gently, lifting his chin and forcing him to look me in the eyes. "I'll never understand how much you miss him or how much it killed you to be accused for his death... but I know that you did miss him and that you want your friend back. Harry isn't just a continuation of James, he's not a younger version of your old friend. Harry Potter is a young boy who has lost so much during his life, and has gained a godfather who has brought so much hope and joy to his life. James is gone forever, and you can't treat Harry like his father. You can't only care about the boy because of who you want him to be... you have to care about him because of who he is. If you don't, Harry will realise this, and he'll be resentful of the fact that you want him to be James."

Sirius jerked his head away from me, refusing to look at me. Mrs Weasley stood in the background with tears in her eyes, Lupin shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting from the ceiling to the floor to the walls, anywhere but at myself and his friend. Black stared resolutely at the floor.

"I know," he croaked softly. He cleared his throat. "I know all of this... but it's so hard. I look at Harry and... he really looks so much like James. Even acts so much like him at times. I know he's not his father... but I wish I could have with Harry what I had with James. I wish he could replace his father. You don't understand what I went through... seeing my best friend in the world lying lifeless in the rubble of what used to be his home, and knowing it was my fault."

"No, I don't", I whispered. I put my hand on his shoulder. "But you have to understand that what I'm saying is true. You're the answer to so many of Harry's prayers... someone like him that he can confide in, that he can trust, a link to his past. It's not fair for you to want him to be someone he's not... someone who's gone." Sirius sniffed, his face hidden behind his long, black hair. "Aw... honey," I drew him into a hug. "I know you're hurt, and I'm sorry I had to smack you and tell you everything you didn't want to hear, but you have to understand."

"I know," he whispered. "Well... I should..." he headed down the corridor, not looking at anyone as he passed.

"Wow," I said, looking at him leave. "That was tougher than I thought." At that moment, as tears stared burning behind my eyes, I hated how sensitive I was to other people's pain.

"So," Mrs Weasley said awkwardly, "you just came here to hit at him and yell at him?"

I turned around, pasting a lopsided grin on my face. "I perfer to think of my job as 'enlightenment with physical reinforcement'." Lupin snorted slightly in amusement. Or disgust. Hm... I'll go with amusement. "I mean, people really need to see the truth about how stupid or irritating or, in this case, blind they're being. And sometimes, well, okay, always, they need a smack upside the head to get their attention. But I've never had anything like..." I trailed off, glancing at where Black had left. "Well... I'm kinda new at this."

Lupin smiled kindly and ran a hand through his greying hair. "Well, you had Sirius dead-on. He's been kind of... confused... about his relationship with Harry."

"Yeah... I'd noticed. And so has Harry, I think."

"So, is he the only one you had to smack?" Mrs Weasley asked in a strained joking voice.

"Well..." I thought for a moment. "Mrs Weasley, I really like you, but I think you sorta deserved a smack. Fred and George," the witch looked pale and turned away. "you can't keep getting after them to be more like their older brothers. You can't keep comparing them to the others, because they're just nothing like Bill or Charlie or... the other one," I finished evasively, well aware of how painful it was for her whenever Percy was brought up. "I know you love them, but I think they may be a bit resentful at times because they think that, in your eyes, they just don't measure up to their brothers. But they still love you, and you love them, I know..." I paused, deep in thought. "No, you really didn't deserve a smack. Just a warning. You're still a wicked-awesome person, and I think you rock." At this, I got another confused look from the witch and wizard before me. "I think you're a great person, and I like you," I clarified.

"Thanks dear," she said in a kindly voice.

"As for you," I turned to Lupin and, I swear to God, he flinched. "No, no... I'm not going to hit you. I actually can't think of an honest reason to smack you upside the head." He gave a relieved sigh at this. "I was just going to say that I think you're a neat person too... my friend Lynnsey actually thinks you're the greatest... and I hope things go better for you."

"Er... thank you."

"Also, on behalf of me and Lynnsey... you need a hug." I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and pressed against him briefly. He stiffened in my arms at first, then, chuckling softly, relaxed, pressed his cheek against the top of my head and squeezed his arms around me lightly.

"You know, I think I really did need a hug," he remarked as we drew apart. "Thank you very much. And say thank you to Lynnsey for me, as well."

"Will do," I chirpped.

"So, you really don't just hit people, you hug as well," remarked Mrs Weasley with a grin.

"Yeah, when the occasion calls for it, I guess. Or when Spike's around." More strange looks. "Long story. So, Mrs Weasley... do you need a hug?" I asked half-jokingly.

"Every one does, dearie," she remarked with a tinge of sadness in her voice. Poor woman, worrying about her husband, nine children, Harry and Hermionie. You had to hand it to her, she was one tough cookie, putting on a brave face for all those people. I hugged her briefly, noticing that she smelled like home-made bread, and ignored her wiping tears from her eyes. She struck me as being too proud to break down in front of a stranger.

"So, wow, my visit here has been a bit longer, and I must admit, a bit sappier than I had intended. I mean, usually I just show up, smack people upside the head, tell them why they deserved it, and then leave."

Mrs Weasley had put her hanky away and was looking more composed, though still a bit red around the eyes. "Well," she said, "you don't have to leave right away. We were just about to have lunch."

"Thanks for the offer, but I really do have to go. I should go home, contemplate doing homework, then not do it. It's really a busy schedual."

"Well," said Lupin, grinning, "feel free to drop by sometime and not smack us around."

"I'll think about it. By the way, tell Sirius I said good-bye, sorry, and hope he's feeling better soon."

"Will do."

"Well, bye all." In an instant I was gone, back in my world and time. My room was still messy, my homework still undone, but I was satisfied with my day's work. I hadn't done much, certainly not as much as I had planned to do in the Harry Potter universe, but I was still happy with myself.

"Ooooh... I totally forgot!!" I slapped myself on the forehead...

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Professor Delores Jane Umbridge sat in her flower-and-kitten-infested office, grinning broadly to herself. Soon, the Potter boy would be here for another night. Tonight, she decided, placing her stubby fingers together, tonight will be the night the boy breaks. He'll realise how futile it is to stand up against me and against the Ministry, how foolish he is to spread such lies. Tonight, I will break him.

"Um... Professor Umbridge?" stated a tentative voice from right outside her office door. The toad-woman looked up, surprised to be hearing a voice that wasn't Potter's.

"What do you want?" she snapped, according only the briefest of glances to the black-clad figure outside her door. "Why aren't you wearing your robes?"

"Long story," said the person. "May I have a quick word with you?" they inquired.

"Make it quick," barked Umbridge, busying herself needlessly with a pile of parchements. "I have work to do." The person strode into the room and halted right before the flower-covered desk.

"Who are you?" Umbridge demanded of the intruder? "What house are you from?"

"Who I am doesn't matter, and I don't have a house. I don't go to this school."

"What...?"

**SMACK**

"You horrible, sick, twisted fucking sadistic bitch!!" I yelled, smacking the back of this woman's head and each side of her face. "You will never understand exactly how much I loath you."

"JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING IN HERE LIKE THIS AND..."

"HOW THE HELL COULD YOU SEND DEMENTORS OUT AFTER POTTER, YOU ARE ONE DEMENTED BLOODY PSYCHOTIC MOMMA AND I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE!!" I shouted over her indignate screeches. The witch's face had gone from fish belly pale to brick red, and I could tell from the burning, prickling sensation in my face that I was, likewise, lit up like a stop light. I gave the woman a few more slaps for good measure before flipping her the bird and disappearing once more.

"Hmm," I mused, looking down at my hands. "That didn't even sting a bit. I love this invincebility thing. Thank you, Cheerios. And by thank you I mean, I LOATH YOU!" I narrowed my eyes, shaking my fist to the ceiling. I mean, I was never crazy about Cheerios in the first place, but after having gone through two million boxes of the shit just to get my super powers... well, that would be enough to drive anyone fucking feral.

* * *

"I assure you," Dumbledore stated calmly, "it is impossible for anyone to Apparate or Dispparate inside this building."

"Someone did," Umbridge huffed, her face still red, hair messed up, pink bow pratically falling out of her hair. "Someone came into my office, assaulted me, said the most dreadful things to me and then just disappeared."

"Perhaps a student with an Invisibility Cloak," suggested Snape softly.

"However, there is no student in Hogwarts who matches the description you gave us," counterd Professor McGonnagle coolly, "and you yourself were unable to point out the perperatror in the Great Hall during dinner this evening."

"Perhaps a spirit of some sort?" squeaked Professor Flitwick. "A poltergeist or some other such thing?"

"It was too solid to be a poltergeist," Umbridge grinded out, just barely keeping from ranting and raging. "She was an actual person, and she Dispparated from my office."

"Well," replied Dumbledore soothingly, raising his hands in a calming gesture. "we do, indeed, have your description of the perpetrator, and we will be keeping an eye out for her. In the mean time, I suggest everyone remain calm and exercise caution as to avoid falling victim to another horrific 'slapping and yelling' attack. That is all we can do for now, until we can find whoever is behind this attack."

Umbridge made a noise of annoyance and frustration and stormed out of the staff room. The Headmaster gracefully swept out behind her.

"Well," stated McGonnagle, straightening out her robes. "I sincerely hope we do find this person."

"So we can thank them," pipped up Flitwick with a grin on his face.

"I personally would like to shake their hand," drawled Snape, smirking.

McGonnagle allowed herself a small smile. "I think that a great many of us would," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

"Anonymous smacking person," said Flitwick solemnly, "I salute thee!!"

"Here here!!" echoed Snape and McGonnagle.

Whoops... forgot about my shameless publicity plug I was gonna post today.

As some of you may know and yet still can't believe, I am currently taking a theater class. In french. I'm also going to be acting in a play. In french. Scary, né? So, yes, this play that I will be in... I need people to attend it. Our teacher basically implied that if we did not get at least 10 people to attend the play, he would feed us to his pet dogs... the hounds of hell. Actually, he said nothing of the sort. I just wanted to make him sound evil.

I can kinda understand his reasoning for wanting us to force people to com... I mean, invite people to come. That's it. You see, all funds raised from this year's play will be put in the budget for next year's play. That way, next year people will be able to buy nifty stuff like props and costumes. Without this money, they'd have to do a play full of mimes. And we really don't want that.

The play is happening from April 5th to April 10th, starts at 8 pm and should maybe be about 2 hours 2 1/2 hours long. Something like that. Tickets for adults are 8$ and tickets for students (I'm not sure if it's just for Collège students or any university student) will be $5. Or something like that. So, please come peoples, you'll get the chance to laugh at me. In public. And yeah.

Anything else?? Guess not. It's not like I have anything interesting to post.

Today's topic: I am a spaz

Well, it's true. I forgot to mention on my blog that it was Carla's birthday earlier this week (maybe Tuesday?) At any rate, it was on the second of March. And I forgot to announce it to the world. Thing is, most anyone who reads my blog already KNOWS that Carla recently had a b-day. She's old. Well, older than me... and isn't that all that really matters. Almost all of my friends are older than me. Except Shannon and Joy... but I don't call them my friends. I despise them for being non-older than me.

So, yes, Carla had a birthday and I decided to post about it. Now, before everyone starts accusing me of forgetting all my friends' birthday's, let me get one thing straight. I DID NOT FORGET!! It's not like I did the same thing as with Chrissy, where one day I'm reading a her blog post that says "Everyone forgot about my birthday". And then I pratically yelled "Oh F**K!!" in the middle of the school computer lab. And then I got a bad case of the guilties. This time 'round, it wasn't like that at all.

I phoned Carla up on Tuesday and sang her "Happy Birthday" à la Marilyn Munroe style. Yeppers. She really enjoyed that. And so did I!! Only wish I was there to do it in person. >; ) Evil me. I just forgot to POST about her b-day until now. So sue me. And no, I didn't go and make a neat birthday card or post for her. Lack of time and talent. Bad me. And now... I have better things to do than to post for you people. For you are insignificant. So there.

Just had to add this... it's sooooooooooo cute.

Quote: (re: LotR, Return of the King)
Marcel: Yeah, it was cool what that warrior chick was doing. I don't think the King even knew it was her. He just kept calling her 'heroine'.
Me: You mean, 'Eowyen??"
Marcel: Huh??
Me: Eowyen. That's her name.
Marcel: Oh. I thought he was saying 'heroine'.

tee hee. I laugh at my brother!!

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo.... you're wanting updates, are you? WELL YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY!! How do you like THEM apples?? HAHAHAHAHA!! I defy you! DEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

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Current mood: Defy-y
Currently listening to: Nothing, but I have "I believe in a thing called love" stuck in my head. Damn you Chrissy. *shakes fist at ceiling*
Currently watching: Nothing.
Currently reading: Narcissus in chains, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Mortal Fear (BtVS book) and logic notes. pffft... logic.
Current quote: .... I got nothing.