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tabular_rasaI don't like parental controls. I really don't. They won't let me read your story, Christina. They also won't let me take the Rose Quiz everyone and their dog is taking.
I am making myself a Halloween and a Remus-themed-ish CD-- basically it's a bunch of songs that are either from the Harry Potter soundtrack, have been used profusely as aura music for the Marauder Journal, or are good, brooding dark songs for listening to on full moon ^_^
Speaking of which, it's Full Harvest Moon tonight.
Tiffany is like Scarlett O'Hara.
She also wrote a poem:
Me: Yo.
Tiffany: So. There once was a duck,
Me: Was its name Sam?
Tiffany: And he always went quack,
Then hit a wall
Me: Ouch. Poor Sam.
Tiffany: Until he went smack.
Genius, eh?
Tory saved me from the army, apparently. I am grateful.
So are we NOT reading Hamlet? We can't NOT read Hamlet. Macbeth without Hamlet may inspire me to go after Mrs. Kasa Macbeth-style . . . ooh . . .
I want a big part. I also want to double as a witch so I can sing the Double Trouble song from the Harry Potter soundtrack.
I need to finish my Fiddler on the Roof parody before the site is updated. I also need to write my story and that interview. I think I will interview Kristina, too, just to add to it, since everyone's just like, "It's not interesting. Go away." Lol . . .
Mr. Ong is going to mad that Mom just RANDOMLY signed me up for a big overnight thingy at Earlham that will have me out for a Monday.
Did I have something more important to write? I thought I did. I guess not.
I am making myself a Halloween and a Remus-themed-ish CD-- basically it's a bunch of songs that are either from the Harry Potter soundtrack, have been used profusely as aura music for the Marauder Journal, or are good, brooding dark songs for listening to on full moon ^_^
Speaking of which, it's Full Harvest Moon tonight.
Tiffany is like Scarlett O'Hara.
She also wrote a poem:
Me: Yo.
Tiffany: So. There once was a duck,
Me: Was its name Sam?
Tiffany: And he always went quack,
Then hit a wall
Me: Ouch. Poor Sam.
Tiffany: Until he went smack.
Genius, eh?
Tory saved me from the army, apparently. I am grateful.
So are we NOT reading Hamlet? We can't NOT read Hamlet. Macbeth without Hamlet may inspire me to go after Mrs. Kasa Macbeth-style . . . ooh . . .
I want a big part. I also want to double as a witch so I can sing the Double Trouble song from the Harry Potter soundtrack.
I need to finish my Fiddler on the Roof parody before the site is updated. I also need to write my story and that interview. I think I will interview Kristina, too, just to add to it, since everyone's just like, "It's not interesting. Go away." Lol . . .
Mr. Ong is going to mad that Mom just RANDOMLY signed me up for a big overnight thingy at Earlham that will have me out for a Monday.
Did I have something more important to write? I thought I did. I guess not.
