Look what my sister bought me for christmas:


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Want to go get smashed tomorrow? If I don't get away from my family soon, I'm going to kill them all.

I swear on my fucking grandfather's fucking grave, I fucking hate Hogwarts and I fucking hate exams. Why the fuck do I have to cast fucking charts for someone born twelve thousand fucking years ago? Does Professor Sinistra think I'm going to need to know whether or not I'm compatable with a fucking mummy? I can't count how many times I've had to ( Read more... )

My robes, socks, shirts and shoes won't stop playing Raffi songs. I really don't care whether this git likes to oat oat oat opals and ban oh nos or not or if he enjoys watersports with Mr Sun ( Read more... )

Well. That was interesting. We should do this more often. I can't believe I bloody missed whatever happened between Lisa and Ginny, though. And I believe I will die now, as this is bloody hang-over from hell. I do not think there is any justice in this world.

At teh Ghetto. Artuhr relly doesnt hav good rap. This is dsaddening.

But I hve taken sevral bottles of scotch, som brownsie and punch and had a hous elf floo me. Lisa is here, so is realy hot girl whos multicoulord eyse drwa me in leik deep pools ful of sirens or somesuvj.

Muts now aviod apoglizing to Giny. But she ia very wel drssed.

I enjoyed the best gin I've ever had last night, courtesy of one Salvatore Giovanni Zabini. Blaise's father seems like a good guy: he certainly knows his liquor. I still have no idea what his business is. Neither 'a job or career in business' nor 'many opportunities available' explain what exactly is done. As far as I know, his business ( Read more... )

I would have owled this, but I didn't wish to write it all down ( Read more... )

Well, I won. I suppose. Harry broke a nearly full bottle of excellent scotch, a nearly empty bottle of less excellent gin, ruined a tablecloth, bled all over the bread and used up half a bottle of lubricating potion. There is glass on my floor and a groggy hang-over in my head, as well. So it was a rather mixed win. At least my mum's pie is ( Read more... )

Oh bugger.