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[September the 18th] |
Well....fuck.
If they wanted to kill someone they could've killed my dad. I wouldn't have minded.
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| 010. |
[September the 13th] |
Just in case you all were wondering...
Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode
Tracey Davis and Charis Burke
Vicky Frobisher and her right hand
Blythe Hancock and a krup
Bianca Spinks and Sun Hee Moon
Mona Quirke and Padma Patil
Sasha Roper and Polly Sands
Megan Jones and Eloise Midgen
Morag Macdougal and Portia Montgomery
Abagail Runcorn and Lisa Turpin
Ruby Savage and Ginny Weasley
Lavender Brown and Sebastian Munch
Oh yeah, and being poisoned sucks.
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| 009. |
[August the 22nd] |
I'M FREE! I'm not going to jail! Sure I have to go to a shiteload of Drugs & Alcohol are bad courses. Sure I have to do "community service" but what the hell does that mean? I have to help some old farts eat oatmeal? I'VE GOT THAT IN THE BAG.
How the fuck am I not in jail right now?
Anyway, this is cause to celebrate. Sun Hee Moon! You were my last dying wish, but since I'm not dying anytime soon, will you go on a date with me? I promise I won't make fun of your name.
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| 008. |
[August the 22nd] |
[Warded to Will]
Blythe and her Babbling Bitches are pissed at you for testifying against them.
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| 007. |
[August the 20th] |
I don't really know what to say.
We're taking a small lunch break. I'm eating this really bland turkey sandwich. Gross, man.
I wore black robes today. Me mum's pretty fucking hysterical
Anyways, just wanted to say good-bye to you lot. It's been ace. Well, most of it's been ace. Some of you are right annoying still. Heh.
I'm pretty fucking profound on my last day, aren't I? Christ. I hope this shite doesn't take all day.
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| 006. |
[August the 2nd] |
My ma's going out of town next weekend.
She never goes out of town.
You know what that means.
PARTY AT IRWIN HARPER'S HUMBLE ABODE
Fuck themes, but if you're a woman and you need a reason to be scantily clad, the theme is FAIRY TALES. I don't fucking know. Tinker my bell, baby, oh yeah.
I obviously have a well-stocked liquor cabinet. BYOB anyway. Oh, and the more the merrier, I don't discriminate.
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| 005. |
[July the 14th] |
What the fuck is going on people???? I've missed so much because I lost my journal. I kinda wish it was still lost so I didn't have to read everyone's vain bibble babble.
This Hogwarts clean-up committee thing is shite. No, seriously, it really REALLY is. My back hurts and I'm STILL YOUNG. I'm not even balding yet. My sperm count is in the trillions!!! I totally shouldn't be hurting anywhere, but I hurt like a Cruciatus Curse every time I go home and it totally sucks. I need a woman to massage me and make me better and no it's not going to be my mother because that's fucking gross, dudes.
So what's going on huh? What have I missed? I probably haven't missed you, that's for damn certain! Maybe you, a little bit. Yes, you over there. The cute blonde one.
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