The Icon Faerie

duchessdollydot: Clearly, I'm not meant to work with Croaker.
malecrit: *g*
kaesa: Croaker: I don't think anyone's meant to work with me, really.
kaesa: Croaker: Even I hate working with me.
midhenaer: Stokes: I don't like working with you too well either.
kaesa: Croaker: STOKES GET BACK TO WORK!
midhenaer: Stokes: ::uses his time turner to go back in time and tell his ickle self to not work in the DoM::
midhenaer: Ickle!Stokes: o_O Um. I have exams to take
midhenaer: Stokes: NO DON'T TAKE THE EXAMS
kaesa: Chava: What are you hanging around talking to that strange man for? Mum says I shouldn't talk to strangers. And we'll be late for exams!
midhenaer: Stokes: YOU'LL WORK IN A DEPARTMENT WITH A MADMAN WHO THREATENS TO NOT SIGN YOUR PAYCHECK
midhenaer: Ickle!Stokes: ... ::hides behind Chava:: ::whispers:: Hit him.
kaesa: Croaker: STOKES! YOU ARE BREAKING THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM! GET BACK HERE!
kaesa: Chava: ::kicks Stokes in the shins::
kaesa: Chava: GO AWAY OR I'LL HIT YOU LOTS! GO AWAY STRANGE KIDNAPPER MAN!
midhenaer: Ickle!Stokes: YEAH.
kaesa: Chava: GO AWAY OR I'LL CALL MY MUM! RARR!
midhenaer: Stokes: OW. ::limps away:: ::to Croaker:: They kick.
kaesa: Croaker: ...what?
malecrit: Wouldn't Stokes have known he was going to get kicked? I mean, if he remembered himself going back in time and talking to himself....
midhenaer: Stokes: CHAVA GOLDSTEIN. SHE KICKED ME.
kaesa: Croaker: ..who? The Auror?
kaesa: Croaker: You know you shouldn't bait them, they always get you back later.
midhenaer: Stokes: YES. Her. But she was little. I was little. And I hid behind her.
midhenaer: Stokes: Ha. I've been one up on her... forever.
kaesa: Croaker: ::rolls eyes:: Lay off the Alucinaire, Stokes.
midhenaer: Stokes: I HAVE!
kaesa: Croaker: Not long enough, apparently.
midhenaer: Stokes: :-[ ::goes back to work::

One e-mail since 3:00 this afternoon and I'm sad. I'm such an e-mail whore. ;_;

Today was a busy day, but I'm glad it's almost over.

OH. Today was my first venture into the library--

(i_am_dj: ::mocks::
midhenaer: At least I know where it is.)

--and I made the most wonderful discovery... ever. The AV department downstairs has about every movie I've wanted to see but couldn't rent for one reason another (usually brother or sister) and they're FREE so guess where I'll be visiting a lot. So I got American Beauty, Trainspotting, and Lolita (with Jeremy Irons and Dominique Swain). I am not a h0r for movies with Leviosa PBs in them. Well I have to have something to do this weekend when Leisl and mcdigitalgumby go home.

Actually I think I'm set for the weekend. A psych paper and a creative writing presentation are due on Monday along with up to act three of "Measure for Measure". Mrph. If I had a minute of free time I'd give myself a new LJ layout but as we see that's not happening. Oh well.

More meta that started off from this Leviosa log. God I love this place. ::sporfle::

( Unspeakables really talk more than you think... )

More LNL goodness.

Always Rosalind: ::snorts at Sirius:: 14 February 1960 at 12 Grimmauld Place. I haven't really asked the details, but I think it was a big ordeal--midwives, mediwitches, family, the Pope.
gamma 0rionis: XD
Always Rosalind: It's the Pope that kills me.
gamma 0rionis: The Pope and fifteen Rabbis.
Always Rosalind: Hee
gamma 0rionis: /random nonsense
Always Rosalind: And a shaman thrown in for good measure.
gamma 0rionis: and a Baptist preacher.
gamma 0rionis: One of the really bigoted ones.
Always Rosalind: And, um, a Satanist?
gamma 0rionis: Yes!
gamma 0rionis: Anton LaVey.
Always Rosalind: An Atheist? Sure! Give me one of those!
gamma 0rionis: Probably Hugh Hefner, too.
Always Rosalind: Numerous space aliens and Tibetan men.
gamma 0rionis: The Dalai Lama?

So I didn't make show choir. Story of my life.

One less thing, anyway.

Hugs and kisses to roseanna for talking to an upset!me on the phone and talking me down. <3 you honey.

And PBBT to mystery_coffee for being a bitch to my Bethany. I don't think she's getting paid anything for this either, although I don't know how this works out to be a labor of love.

Bed now. My sentences are beginning to fragment and I'm making a lot of typos. Zzzz...

I just did my first load of laundry all by myself, and I don't have pink socks or anything like that. I feel like I've passed a huge rite of passage for college students.

But thanks to leviosarpg I'll never do laundry with a straight face again.

I said NO NEW CHARACTERS and I meant it.

You know, I can't even count the number of days left of school. It's just difficult to think about. There's only six days until prom (rather, after prom) and I can't wait for anything to be over. That sentence didn't make any sense.

But I'm still happy, because in June I get to go to New York, and in July I get to go see heathersy.

EDIT for Pic!Spam: His lap wants sitting in.

darkestwizard : Lord Voldemort. Evil genius.

I am so amused. :-P

Last night was my last All School Band Concert. I'm sad. But we had AWESOME MUSIC. We played Pirates of the Caribbean. Yes. Therefore, it rocks. My mom took some pictures, but I haven't figured out how to put them on my computer yet. Maybe tomorrow. I'm getting a copy of the concert from a DVD recorder. I'd like to let you guys see it, but I don't know if that's possible or not. :( Oh well. It rocked anyway.

I can't believe there's only about 34 more days before I graduate.