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[bubosquared]

Things that amuse me:

1. "Coach Hangover"
2. "License to annoy Marcus Flint"
3. "There's a worldwide conspiracy to make my life sparkly, I swear."
4. "I am so blocked. I have a piece of writing due tomorrow morning, and I can't think of a single thing to write. lalala. I hate writer's block, except my writing teacher says that it's just, you know, a fancy way of saying "procrastination", and I'm like, probably, yes, but still! I just want to write about broody world leaders trotting through the woods and holding hands and maybe sneaking kisses behind the trees and not, like, actual thought-provoking stories like my teacher wants me to write. Thought is so overrated, man. All I want is to emasculate Tony Blair and Vladimir Putin, is that too much to ask?! Real stories, my ass."
5. Penny's present to Lee.
6. Lee's presents to Penny and Ron.
7. Thinking about Harry's gift to Draco, and the fact that Harry is sulking because I can't stop giggling hysterically about it.
8. The bout of "Aaaaa!!!! Need to buy people Christmas presents!!!!!" panic I had, before realising that in this world, Christmas is still two months away.
9. Bantering with Linz, who was in town and came over for breakfast, and to whom I loudly and publically declared I wasn't going to celebrate my brithday anymore, because I'm staying twenty-one forever.

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[katari.livejournal.com]

My grandma insisted for years that she was forty-four instead of sixty-something, and her philosophy was that as long as it was a year you could reasonably pull off looking the way you do now, you can go back and relive any year you don't actually remember being.

My memory's so screwed up right now (I can remember japanese song lyrics but I can't tell you what I ate for dinner yesterday) I really don't remember being nineteen most of the time, so yeah. I'm nineteen, and I will turn nineteen in January. You could be nineteen again, too. Xþ