Interesting to say the least. I havent relly done much since Saturday. I may very well have another poem coming on, one with a completely irrelevant yet cool sounding title, as soon as I decide what it is, exactly.
Mum went shopping, giving me the "now dont look in my closet" speech. I'm just wondering why she mentions it year after year..I already know what I'm getting.
I cleaned my room today, lit candles to make it smell better - It's a horribly stuffy place come winter, and seeing as how I cant open the windows...
So that's it. Nothing really note worthy...
Here, however, is the story of how Professor Snape did Harry Potter:
I was giving my art teacher a present. She thanks me (it was a Legolas book mark and some good smelling scrubby stuff that was blue and had a pretty fairy on it. She tells me she's wearing her Professor Snape dress today, and we go into the art room and she shows me. Since she had her Christmas earings on, she said, "Today, Professor Snape does Christmas." I see the dress, and say, "Whoa, Professor Snape really did do Harry Potter today."
:Instentanious hand to mouth action, starting to turn a lovely shade of lavender:
"Whoa! I'd rather not have THAT discussion!"
:laughter, my unableness to stand up.:
End story.
Alright, show of hands: Who expected slash? I know you did, dont deny it.. whee
View User's Journal
Requiem In Red
 |
