I'm moving.

After about a million generations of Smiths living in the run-down house I am occupying now (okay, not a millon--whatever, choose some odd number, go ahead), my father has decided that in lieu of my mother leaving us behind (and no, I don't want to talk about it--not like anyone will want to talk to me about sensitive subjects anyway), ( Read more... )

I swear to God I've never been so pissed (in the sloshed sence) in my entire life. Where in the hell did you get all that alcohol, Gryffindors?

And I'll never look people in the eye the same. Especially after seeing what they can do drunk. The Slytherins come to mind first. Not that I ever really looked them in the eye, but we seemed to be on okay ( Read more... )

Do I have to give a dramatic, wonderful, heart-stopping story about how I got one of these journal things? Because the extent of my dramatic tragedy is that my Muggle cousin gave me a laptop for Christmas and was all, 'Check this one site out, yo, forizzle,' and he brought me to this place called MySpace, or YourSpace, or Someone'sSpace. I don't ( Read more... )