Tuesday, July 29, 2003
why thank you.
i am now sleepy because of the sleep-inducing potion, when i wasnt even really itchy this morn to begin with.
and now, 'a summer place' has begun to play. ahhhhh. a song which truly tells of lovers and butterflies prancing around in fields and lovely afternoon teacup picnics.
why merry christmas.
band will be almost officially over in 3 days.
POP is in 9 days.
the o levels will be over in about 100 days.
the glorious days of single-sex schooling will be over in a little more than that. not quite a cause for celebration, this one.
why, leaving already?
why, yes madame. i have to catch the train on platform 9 and 3/4s right now, otherwise indulge in some chocolat watching, since i just wrote in my diary with a weak hand. tonks is apparently the most popular new kid on the block. nymphadora nymphdora. give me a red gummy you old nora.
oh, fizzy whizz bangs!
moled at 7/29/2003 10:01:00 PM
THE WITCH WITH AN ITCH
an unfortunate telling of my tale and an adaptation of a speech and drama poem
THE WITCH HAD AN ITCH
SHE FELT LIKE JUMPING INTO THE DITCH
THE ITCH ATTACKED THE WITCH
IT WOULD GO AWAY
THRU THE MANY MANY MANY DAYS
THE WITCH ITCHED
AND ITCHED
THE ITCHY WITCH ..
AND I FORGOT THE DARN POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT IS ITCHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
UTTER AGONY.
BREATHE.
CLOSE MY EYES.
MUTTER INSANELY.
HAPPY HEALING DESIREE OL PAL!!!!!
STUPID PRAWN. I'LL SQUEEZE YER GUTS OUT TILL YOUR PANTIES EXPLODE.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
moled at 7/29/2003 05:42:00 AM
