April 2011
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Remember that time when Fred and George repeatedly hit Voldemort in the face with snowballs?
“Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.” - SS/PS, CH. 12
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
1:26am, Monday night/Tuesday morning. Drunk for Aaron's birthday. curling up in bed with the laptop. freezing. but not crying.
wondering where my dog is…. i’m sure he’s upstairs with the guests. hopefully he’ll come back to me eventually. i’m too cold to resurface from beneath my covers.
i’m drunk. my brain is in “rebound mode” (aka unhealthy mode), and i’m not crying, or drunk texting. or drunk dialing. or being inappropriate in any way.
growth? yes.
Oh, Tyson Baker, how I want to do dirty things with you.
Rehearsals are tricky when you want to shtoop your director. Ungh. Him and his trucker hat and hoodie…..
