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Fucko is back. GO AWAY! It's not even five AM! WHY are you buzzing my doorbell?

Oh, look, a bandwagon. *humps*

Ask me a question. Any question. I'mm answer it, because I have NO SHAME!

for never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo

I love Elfie.

So yesterday, I was convinced by certain people that for NaNoWriMo, I will write an f/f SF/fantasy/cyberpunk novel. Ho hum.

And of course, the Mini!Euro!HPCon (current number of attendants: a tentative three) is on during NaNoWriMo, so that takes away a weekend from my writing time, and that's not counting the fact that hi, I'm supposed to concentrate on non-fanfic after seeing CoS?

Having the strange urge to knit myself a Ravenclaw scarf. Will pinch needles and wool from parents tomorrow. Because dude, ther scarf I have now, I've had since my first year in high school, and is therefore ten years old. I'm just saying, much as I've loved that scarf, it's time for a new one, and if I hurry, I may get it finished before Mini!Euro!HPCon and go to see CoS in Ravenclaw colours. (Although I was planning to maybe wear my corset and stuff, and go in Hogwarts Style, and my cape is black and purple, but whatever. Purple and blue don't clash.)

Have stuff to do. Don't want to do stuff. Why is neither my email nor my FTP working? What is the meaning of life? Anyobody want a ( survey? )

Well. That was fun. I'm going to get food and contemplate writing now.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

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JavaScript is a fucking bitch to tweak when you have no clue as to what you're actually doing. I mean, I learned HTML by c&p'ing code and then tweaking and seeig what that did. No such luck with JavaScript. Argh.

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Ter/Oli drabble for my darling Kym. ^_____^

Pity

It wasn't that he actually liked Higgs, Oliver reasoned, just that he felt sorry for the guy for being kicked out of the team in favour of seven state-of-the-art brooms. Getting kicked would be bad enough; getting kicked because your father isn't lucius Malfoy would be even worse.

Pity was what made him offer the bloke a drink, and pity was why he listened to him bitch for the first hour. The rest, though -- the getting drunk, the stumbling back to Hogwarts leaning on each other, and especially the snogging in the hall outside the Slytherin dorm -- that wasn't pity.