Summer was...good. Not great. Not bad. Just good. Would've been better if it wasn't for that rotten summer job I got. And I probably would've ranted more about if it didn't make me look less-then-desirable and I hadn't lost my journal in the pile of books under my bed
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Right. Gettin rather desperate here. Alice and Mobblestone keep on telling me I can't go alone. But Alice refuses to go with me, apparently Mobblestone already has a date. So, er.
Anyone want to go with me to the party? Just as friends if that, I mean.
Hope you've heard about the party Alice, Julie, and I are throwing next Saturday. If you haven't it's probably because Julie hasn't gotten off her lazy arse to post around all the information
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I didn't really do anything for Valentine's. I still agree with Mum when she says it's made by Muggle card companies to scrap a few pounds (er, in this case galleons) out of the working class citizen
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Got one of these odd journals. I guess it couldn’t hurt to try it out, could it? It’s not like it’s one of those books that burn out your eyeballs as soon as you open the cover. Wait; let me try scribbling something on the front and see if it goes bonkers
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