.hearts voluntary.
6:05 p.m. || 2004-07-25
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"Who cares!" Ron practically shimmies into Flitwick's classroom with glee. "It's porn, Harry! I don't care if it's Malfoy's porn, just as long as he's not in it."
"Did you say porn, Mr Weasley?" asks Professor Flitwick. He looks vaguely delighted at the idea, but then, Flitwick looks vaguely delighted about everything.
"Uh, no?" Ron's ears turn red. "I said horn. Malfoy has this really cool horn but he always covers it up, you should ask him about it."
"Oh dear!" Flitwick hops from his stack of books and clutches his hands together. "You mustn't bother anyone about their magical afflictions! If Mr Malfoy has given himself a horn he must be very embarrassed about it! Shame on you, Mr Weasley."
I'm sorry, I just had to put that in. It was too funny to pass up.
Go Ron! *grins sheepishly*
Anyway, I signed up for a play-acting thing my church set up called 'Hearts'. For dear crazed instances I rose and jumped at the chance. Surprisingly, Sheryl was reluctant in joining, but I was going all dingdong about the decision. Oh well. Who cares that it's during august? I don't care. I want to do this. This will definitely take my mind off these things. Although, I haven't told my mom a single thing about it. I bet she's going to FREAK if she finds out (which will be inevitably, soon).
Anyway, I guess I'll be making an icon page soon. I don't know. I think this site is turning multi-purposey. I really have kind of put it to use, haven't I? Yay, then. I hope I won't get fined or anything for having too much stuff in it. That would be horrific.
My mother tells me about listening to all this alternate rock music. But I'm super alternate-rock girl. she says the bass is so heavy that it'll make your heat beat in sync to itm until you get a heart a attack. Thing is, she said it in dead seriousness, I think I believe her. Also, while staring uselessly into my chem notes, I started tapping my fingers on the table to the sound of Creed's 'My Sacrifice'. My mother thought it was the NDP (National Day Parade) fireworks. Sigh.
I realise that I've got a shitload of art to do. I did get some satisfaction from doing that first piece, although, I was miffed and disappointed that I had another two pieces to do.
I'm not touching any of my English homework. Nevermind if I'll get noosed by Miss Chua, I seriously did not know what she wanted for that essay. 600 words suddenly seems like five long non-fandom paragraphless pages. I really, really wish that there was some sort of way I could squeeze my fangirly self into all these English essay things. Unfortunately, if I did, I'd say that I'd probably get sent into counselling. Yes. I wrote something vampire slayerish for my Finals essay last year, and got a 19/25. To me, that's pretty good, because I figured that it was utterly ridiculous and EMBARRASSING to write. I'm sorry, I had no muse, and the first thing that invaded my mind was of Buffy-esque thoughts. I'm glad I didn't score crap results anyway.
Speaking of crap results, I find that there's alot of rubbish with the Photoshop 7.0 I installed. The new fonts have disappeared. I am officially sad that there are no proper traditional fonts like Georgia, or bitmap fonts like 04b and backto1982. They are not appearing. Rrr.
Anyway, I'm off. Jas' deadline for the co-write is almost up. Hmm.
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No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody! ~Buffy, "I Only Have Eyes For You"
