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Imperimentis: The RPG. (Again.)
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| Dear Diary; mood: apathetic. |
[Aug. 25th, 2007|06:31 pm] |
I don't fancy having to wait until Wednesday to play chess again. Anybody fancy a match? Brilliant, really, chess.
I don't know about Arts and Crafts on thursday, though. I mean, why can't quidditch be up there again? It is practically every other day, except for Wednesday, because Chess is Wednesday, and I don't want to have to choose between quidditch and chess. I really wouldn't mind choosing between quidditch and arts and crafts, though. Or mud wrestling. I sort of opted for mud-wrestling, you know, sort of as a spectator sport and loads of girls going at each other but I was unfortunately out voted. Somebody said something about respecting... something. Merlin, I've forgotten already.
At least we still have chess. And dueling. I hate Thursdays already anyway. Bugger.
Anyway, some of these unity things aren't all that horrible and as for nature exploration, we can only hope that enough first years get blown from crags by robust gusts of scottish wind, or whatever, for them to cut that out of the curriculum. Unless they replace it with Arts and Crafts. I'm sure we can sacrifice a couple firsties to make sure that doesn't happen. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2007|01:20 am] |
Right, you disgusting little oiks.
It seems that I'm scheduled to give you some sort of 'nature ramble' tomorrow, though whoever decided that a trip into the Forbidden Forest was a good idea has clearly got Thestral swill for brains. I'm not about to risk my neck just so you pestilent little troglodytes can learn the difference between a cowpat and a Niffler.
Instead I want you all down in the dungeons for the two allotted hours, and you will spent the time carrying out worthwhile tasks, making sure the cauldrons are scrubbed ready for September, and that the Potions stocks are all in order.
Any argument will result in immediate detention, and I don't give two flying shovels if this isn't a school term. That won't stop me from making your lives miserable if you don't cooperate. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2007|02:50 pm] |
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If I have to do one more sodding trust fall, I'm going to stab someone in the eye. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2007|02:05 pm] |
This morning I awoke to find a CLOTHES HANGER sticking out of my left nostril.
GEE, I WONDER HOW THAT GOT THERE. TERRY BOOT, I'M LOOKING AT YOU.
(You just can't see it because I'm presently cowering behind Michael. Nyah, try and get me!)
Anyway. Nice try, Bootykins, but your unsuccessful attempt on my life won't deter me from dragging you to Guided Meditation. And now you've got snot all over your precious clothes hanger. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2007|11:17 pm] |
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I've been here two days and my socks have already gone missing.
Welcome back, Boot. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2007|10:25 pm] |
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( MY SCHEDULE! )
Whoever beats me at Gobstones gets a pair of Stebbins' underpants. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2007|01:24 pm] |
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I don't much like physical exertion. It displeases Cecilia if I'm not able to tune her every night. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2007|11:41 pm] |
Mam said I had to get out of the house this summer and I've been banned from the Killarney Toastmasters and the School of Ballet and the Majorettes and the Killarney Bridge Club and the Midnight Theatre Group and the Irish Countrywoman's Association and they refused to let me into the Girl Guides and I was about to join the Kerry Deer Society but now I'm coming to this program instead.
I saw an American movie about summer camp once. It was brilliant. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2007|10:00 pm] |
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Someone please tell me this summer program thing isn't going to be just me and a bunch of third years. |
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