| 7 December 1942. |
[07 Dec 2011|05:22pm] |
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Two punches and some words about propriety? Is that really what everyone is so fussed over today? Darlings, that's not a fight. That's Irish breakfast. I've seen better brawls down at Madam Malkin's during a flash sale.
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| 03 December 1942. |
[02 Dec 2011|03:53pm] |
Is it me or has the pace of life around here gone from zero to sixty here since Ballsgate? It's been two days and already I've committed to more clubs, events, and side projects than I have at any point in the past five years. Imagine if we could all be this productive every time someone let their balls loose. We would most certainly outpace the Germans and the Americans. So, bludgers. Iron death, or sweet orbs of motivation? Think about it.
I also want to take this opportunity to bring everyone's attention to the startling lack of Hanukkah decorations in the castle. I have been all over this school today petitioning and I didn't see a single menorah. What am I going to do with this mezuzah cover? I feel like you're trying to make a fool out of me.
GRACIENE PREWETT
Here is your chance to ask me to the Christmas dance before I start hearing other offers. Go. And make it good. I want to feel pretty.
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[24 Nov 2011|01:21pm] |
 julian, it's a hungry world. they're gonna eat you alive, son, yeah. oh julian, when their fangs sink in, i'll spit you but then i have to throw you back in. |
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