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[Mar 3, 2008 * 10:24am]
HOLY CHRIST, I think my brain is about to implode from all the sodding studying and exam-preparation.

CALGON! TAKE ME AWAY!
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[Feb 12, 2008 * 8:22am]
VICTORY still tastes sweet days later. THANK YOU FOR NOT HITTING ME IN THE NOSE.

I think I'm going to celebrate with a MOONWALK in the corridors today.
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[Feb 6, 2008 * 1:37pm]
At least the swellings gone down a bit -- enough that I can SEE how bad a break it was. ERGH. You're so busted, JIMMY PEAKES. I'm going to eat you for breakfast on the DODGEBALL field, you know.

Also, has anyone seen my Nikon camera? The FM10, not the other one.
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1 June [Feb 1, 2008 * 3:53pm]
I would LOVE to join dodgeball with you all, but unfortunately, my doctor told me that I have to refrain from any activity in which balls fly at my nose.
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29 May [Jan 29, 2008 * 11:27am]
Don't look at me. Seriously. I'll be hiding in my dorm room, and if anyone wants to smack the shite out of Jimmy Peakes, I would love to take photographs of it. I'd pay good money if I had it to anyone who'd take up the charge.

That fucker HE HIT ME IN THE NOSE WITH HIS CRICKET BAT. I HAVE A BROKEN NOSE. IT'S BLEEDING. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE A HOT WITCH WHEN I'VE GOT A BROKE NOSE?
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[Dec 27, 2007 * 9:21pm]
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

I've been practising reading my lines which is why no one's seen me in a while. I'd forgotten how much I love memorising useless things! I used to have all of Braveheart memorised, but I've forgotten some of it. I bet if I watched it again, I'd remember it all.

But seriously, how great is THIS?

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.


It's the hardest of all of them, and yet the funnest!
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17 APRIL [Dec 17, 2007 * 6:35pm]
Just once, I'd like to be at the centre of gossip. No, scratch that.

Been reading lines for the play. Thank GOD, I don't have as many as some. Though I really wanted Lady Macbeth. I can't wait to stir that bloody cauldron. I really do want a great bit wart. I think it should go on my chin. Who's doing make-up? I want to be wrinkled and grey.
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7th APRIL [Dec 7, 2007 * 1:09pm]
Okay.

Twist my arm.

My parents out of town? CHECK.

Big house to my lonesome? CHECK.

Allegedly haunted? CHECK.

Alcohol? CHECK!

PARTY? YOU BET!

BE THERE TONIGHT.
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7th April [Dec 7, 2007 * 8:18am]
There has GOT to be a party tonight.

Anyone? Bueller?
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5th April [Dec 5, 2007 * 8:30am]
OH MY GOD.

It's so incredibly DULL DULL DULL here. I hate when I have to stay in the manor. No one does ANYTHING interesting here.
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