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[mr_bzabini]

[Private]How can life be so utterly, pathetically, confusing? How can one small thought, create another thousand thoughts, and stem into a web of confusion? I feel impotent. Impotent is actually, the complete opposite of my physical reaction to the situation I have been unceremoniously thrust into. But it definitely describes my mental stability at

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[deantheartist]

Well if you stick your head in a toilet, I doubt anybody will want to find you.

[mr_bzabini]

The desired affect will have been achieved then. WHOOO!

[deantheartist]

Oh. I can't believe I'm saying that, but poor Slytherins.

[greenwithpride]

You missed an interesting party, Blaise.
How were your holidays? Your cryptic entry says nothing of how you spent them.

[mr_bzabini]

Holidays = My shity rat infested house.

(Note: Rat infested does not really mean rats are in my house.)

[greenwithpride]

I'm sorry to hear that, it sounds worse then where I spent the majority of my holidays.

[mr_bzabini]

It wasn’t all bad.

Some of it was a lot better than bad. But then that dissolved into confusion. I don’t like being confused.

[mr_dmalfoy]

I'm dying and you decided to shove your head in a toilet.

Good friend you are.

[mr_bzabini]

Malfoy, you are not dying. You have the sniffles. And from what I hear it’s your own fault. Prancing around in your boxer shorts indeed.

I can’t come back to the dormitory now anyway.

[mr_dmalfoy]

Mind who you are talking to peasant. I am Sir Malfoy, Knight of Greengrass kingdom. And I am dying I’ll have you know. Death is soon to be.

My impending death and you can not come to back to the dormitory. WHY?

[mr_bzabini]

Watch who -you- are talking to Malfoy. Sir fucking Malfoy right.

I can’t come back because I made a fool of myself and I am embarrassed I can’t.