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[Sep. 15th, 2013|02:49 am] |
( Ann )
So apparently muggles have invented this amazing device called a komputor, where you can write things down, , play games, learn and even make designs using - get this - electricity.
Mind = blown. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2013|09:08 pm] |
Well, I know one thing for sure - even if this celebrity match turns out to be awful, at least the commentary will be entertaining!
As for the all-star event, I'll be consoling my sore loser brother for not having been selected to play this year. Kid's ego seems to have been bruised.
And then while I'm not doing that, I'll be trying to decide who the hell I'm actually going to be rooting for. |
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[May. 17th, 2012|08:41 pm] |
Someone thought it would be amusing to take up all the space on the Animagus registration form by claiming to take on the form of the most ridiculous animals they could think of with false names. For example, 'Betty Bangzer' turns herself into a sloth and 'Chris P. Bacon' turns into a dodo bird.
I found it hilarious, but my boss wasn't amused.
I wonder if that says anything about my maturity level... |
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[Dec. 21st, 2011|09:55 pm] |
Holdays are supposed to be a joyous time, full of laughter and cheer and all that other crap.
Holidays for me are a time when I'm panicking over whether or not I remembered all of my friends while shopping for gifts, and trying to convince my mother to not send me another sweater with a reindeer and a snowman skating together in front of a gingerbread house.
With blinking gumdrop lights.
It's also a time where the goblins at Gingotts laugh at me for how depleted my funds are. Snobby little bastards, goblins are. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2011|02:10 am] |
[Vinny]
Dude.
Dude.
I don't hear from you in Merlin knows how long, and now you're Tattlers #1 schmuck?
I'm paraphrasing, of course.
[/Vinny]
[Hufflepuff men]
Hufflepuffs!
I'm lighting the Badger Beacon. You're to join Vinny, Derek and I for drinks. Time and location will follow shortly.
ONE CAN NOT IGNORE THE BADGER BEACON, IT IS A SACRED THING.
[/Hufflepuff men] |
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[Aug. 11th, 2011|08:29 pm] |
The only thing I have in my flat that's edible is ketchup, crackers, and something that I'm pretty sure used to be edible, but is now a product of Darwinism.
I either need to go shopping, or have a gourmet feast of Ketchup on crackers. Not so bad, right? It's like a poor man's version of dipping bread in tomato sauce.
Okay, it's nothing like that at all, but making these comparisons makes me feel less pathetic. It's not really working, though.
I NEED FOOD. SOMEONE FEED ME. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2011|12:02 am] |
So, when a snot-nosed little brother is a professional Quidditch player, it's an unwritten law that the older, far more superior brother is supposed to reap the benefits and share them with his mates, right?
Right.
I hear Cancun is gorgeous this time of year. Who's with me? |
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[Oct. 5th, 2009|03:02 pm] |
When I'm late for work, and digging around my flat to find my wand...I find my journal.
Yet when I was digging around my flat to find my journal...I found nothing.
It's a crazy mixed up world we live in, folks. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2008|05:04 pm] |
Huh.
For some reason, I feel a little bit dirty whenever I step inside the Ministry to do my low paying job.
Perhaps it's because it's run by a giant asshole? I don't know, it's a possibility. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2008|03:53 am] |
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( Marissa ) |
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[May. 9th, 2008|11:05 am] |
So.
Who's going to keep me entertained next week?
I don't know why, but I'm off of work. Which means I will have a crap load of free time.
Seriously, who's going to keep me entertained? |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|02:06 pm] |
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( Ludo ) |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|07:34 pm] |
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( Marissa ) |
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