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corey’s birthday

happy 5th, bro

derp.

I don’t even know if I mean it

let’s assume I do

I hurt on the inside right now and I’m not quite sure why.

It might be that fic I read.

It might be those Coldplay songs I’ve had on replay for the past few hours.

It might be the lack of interaction and communication from this weekend (even though I had a healthy dosage on Friday).

It might be from the fact that I had planned to study but never got around to it.

It might be physical but that’s just too much info right there.

But anyways, this isn’t a feeling of miserable, it’s just… ugh. There’s a distinct lack of comfort and I can’t feel right anymore. I’m missing something entirely on a scale too large for me to comprehend. And it hurts.

The frick am I saying.

I just kinda want to recite lyrics from different songs here right now.

But that wouldn’t make any sense either, so I’ll refrain from boring you with that.

Howdy y’all. Rachel’s in da buildin’. 🙂 Shandy graciously allowed me to type on her blog. ‘Cept, I have nothing to say. Again. Just like my blog.

Today is a sad, sad day my friends. I don’t even know why. Don’t ask me, Fandi. Shandy had a sad today. I mean, she hased a sad today. Fandi doesn’t like Corey’s scribbles on the WHITE LEATHER sofas. 😦 😦 😦 BAWWWWWW.

I LYKE DAT BOOM BOOM POW. yea.

Shandy is catching SHINIES. FRICKING SHINIES. D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D:

Okay, maybe that’s a bit of a face overload. Er. Whatever.

Wroewrwerewrwerwerew. That’s the best way I can describe it. xD

Rachel’s last words: D-D-D-DIABASE D-D-DIABASE (muh muh muh muhhh)

Handing over to Fandi.

Yesh, it is Fangz. *Woah-oh-oh-oh. *I am sorry, Diabase is playing in the background. Oh I mean Pokerface. Yeah…what else should I say? I tis spamming Shandy’s blog. *Cant deny, can’t deny, this rock is really diabase.* Okay, I should stop that now. Hm… the time is 6:47. I hear the doorbell. It tis be Sarah’s dad. Gotta go. Bye niao.

And QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ is back. xD Well, that concludes (almost) the end of our night here. LOLZING. Rachii is still here.

Rachel says: this rock is ACTUALLY diabase. Parents here. Ciaooo y’all. 🙂

Q: And thus it ends for real. It was fun, damnit, even though the walk here took HOURS and it was FREEZING COLD. And to think we actually could have taken the bus, but this was a better ADVENTURE!

I got readdicted to blue rescue team.

Both boys cannot come to the partay…

Eww, I don’t want to move the date.

Click Mattie!

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Random Twinness

He held up the cube, a dusty white and slightly shiny little box about the size of a die. "It's a Sugar Bomb. It was supposed to give someone a sugar high and any spell performed Conjured white sugar, after they ate it." Said Fred.

"Instead, our lab rat exploded, and it took us a few weeks to get the blood and fur off the walls." Continued George, with a grimace on his face. "Never mind the huge mound of white sugar we found ourselves standing in. We tried for a while to recover our clothing, but it ended up being easier to Vanish, the sugar was so thin. But you know how dangerous it is to Vanish clothing from a live body."

"It was one of those things we invented and then wondered why about. We have plenty of other sweets that would have done the same."

The two younger blonds that sat at the table with the red heads nodded in agreement. Lorcan spoke first.

"We made a spell that we wondered why about, even though it is useful now."

"Yeah, I mean, when do you need a spell that removes all your clothing safely, except for your undergarments?" Lysander snorted, reminiscing when the Scamander twins tried it on each other.

"But obviously you two could have used it then." Lorcan concluded, a smile on his face, but then he frowned. "Or maybe you could use the one that removes all the clothing? We adjusted the spell after...well." A light pink blush began to spread, and the older blond twin matched him.

The Weasley twins, men now, laughed aloud. They didn't need to know what happened, imagination was enough.