In other news, Fleur and I are RPing the most disturbing random RP ever. Just sayin'.
Melle: Have you read the one where we ripped apart the most horrid M/O EVER?
Fleur: Yes. <g>
Melle: I'm willing to suffer a lot in the name of M/O, but when Marcus grows BREASTS, I draw the line.
Fleur: *pets Marcus* *gropes his breasts*
Melle: *covers eyes* Okay, I like "wake up girl" fics, but ...
Fleur: I like them, too, but no.
Fleur: !!! "Marcus woke up as a girl and decided his first order of business would be to seduce Oliver Wood."
Melle: Marcus: *wake up, sees self in mirror, realises is girl* *SPROING*
Terence: *rubs eyes* "Marcus? Why are you on the ceiling?
Melle: lt;lt;-- once had a girl!Larry Mullen bunny
Melle: I'm sorry, but girl!Marcus DOES NOT COMPUTE
Fleur: GOD DAMMIT I WANT TO WRITE IT JUST TO SHOW IT CAN BE DONE.
Fleur: GOD HE WOULD BE AN UGLY WOMAN.
Melle: As opposed to the georgeous bloke he actually is?
Melle: And oooh, *encourage*
Fleur: *dies laughing*
Melle: (Ahaha! Terence: "Wow. You have ... tits." *pokes at them*)
Fleur: (Marcus: *smacks Terence's hand* Sod the fuck off!)
Melle: Hm. girl!HP stories. Jordan was writing this girl!Seamus story once.
Fleur: I want girl!Marcus, man, and Adrian and Ter being perverts.
Fleur: *dies laughing*
Melle: And Marcus stomping over to the Gryffindor table because that's the only place he'll be safe from Ade and Ter's groping!
Fleur: And Oliver and Percy are just going "...?!?!"
Melle: And the twins ogling his cleavage.
Fleur: Yes. And he's just SULKING and Oliver's sort of leering and Percy kicks him under the table.
Melle: (Dear self: the word "Boobies" is not as funny as you seem to think.)
Fleur: And then Marcus opens his mouth and, well, teeth, and the dorks are just going "... okay, who are you?"
Fleur: (Oh, but it is.)
Melle: Marcus: *snarl*
Twins: "... FLINT?" *die laughing, do not recover for the next few days*
Fleur: And Oliver's just glaring and going "It can't be Flint, idiots, Flint is male."
And then Fleur had to leave, saving me from losing my het virginity to this insanity. Oi. (And yet, it was ... strangely hot. Then again, I need professional help, so what do I know?)
Birthday Countdown: 10 days
Christmas Countdown: 14 days
I may be on lateish tonight. Going to see a movie, possibly XXX, with my BRAND NEW MOVIE CARD! Woo! I'm far too excited about this.
Stupid people may fucking bite me. </random irritation> (Why yes, I am a veritable ray of fucking sunshine today!) And um, right. If the searing headache I'mn suffering right now could please identify itself as either a migraine(ish) headache or a sinus infection headache, I'd be most grateful. And oh, look, LJ is down. Crap.
I would also be most grateful if lee_jordan_ would stop mocking
secretseeker's non-existing dancing skills.
Note to self: STOP BREAKING SHIT! In the last 24 hours, I've broken my Garfield mug (after seven years, including two years of lugging the thing around on the train, sniff), a plate, and now I managed to make a button sproing off my blouse just by stretching my arms behind my back. NICE ONE, SELF!
And will someone please convince me I shouldn't go to the midnight showing of TTT when I have WORK the next day?
In other news, why can I not yet reserve tickets for the double showing of FotR and TTT on the 17th/18th? Bitcheeees!
In other news, I am currently telling my baby brother what RPing is all about. (He now knows that I = Harry, and about the H/D. Oh, hell.)