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happy birthday, rachel

love, your sis,

shandershon

I don’t know what to call myself how to refer to myself

I’ll just be Shandy to you, eh?

-hums-

ah-woo~ ahhh-woooo-oooo~

you don’t know how lovely you are

cache-cache, me retrouver, s’il te plaît

ahhhnnnn, oooooh, ahhhhhhnn, wooahhhhhh

’cause you shine like the universe, with so many stars

think of all the potential

think of all the unexplored

c’mon, get higher, there’s further we can go

beyond solid ground and earth

past the atmosphere, and hey, look, past the moon and Mars

its better than you think it is

up here and down there but oh

the world still goes ’round and there’s still breath in your lungs so

just keep on living it out now

live with me now

hmmmmm

hmmmhmmmm, hmmmmm~

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.

Soo….I was at Crosby volunteering again. GS said that we get 5.5 hours for every whole school day we spend volunteering. So, I’m at …9.5 now? xDDD I have 2 more days I’m going, so yay.

I’m assigned to Wongie on Tuesday, and murals on Thursday. There approximately 12+14+18=44 people going to volunteer on Thursday. I was writing the list and I freaked out after 26. xDD

I watched “The Outsiders” the movie today. Erased Bean of Wong from Wongie’s room. Ate leftover b-day cake for snack, bought and ate Lunch Lady for the first time in my life (and out of school, too! xDD), ate “You Survived Survival” cake and did the recycling for Sen’s (Jain’s, actually) and Huismans’ classrooms. I got home at like, 5, because I took 86 north from Crosby-Newkirk to RHHS stop (after going to Centennial Pool CC to washroom and buy a snack, Hickory Sticks), phoned my dad from the Guidance office (talked to Sharon and Imelda before that – apparently 12 AP bio is hard), ran to Bernard Terminal in 15 minutes, ate Hickory Sticks, used my first transfer ticket, collapsed into my compy chair at home. xDD And I didn’t even have my camera! xDDDD

That was long.

Ugh.

NEXT! The continuation of RH. Supposed I should ask them if I’m allowed to use them as characters, but whatever. xDD

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Randomosity: Hogwarts I continued

“Hey, wait up!”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re only looking at a tire track, after all. How could it possibly be magical? Sometimes I think I should send you to the asylum.”

“The asylum is for crazy people.”

“That’s what I mean.”

“Hunh? Oh. HEY!” The first friend scrambled to catch up with the other.

“We’re still going to the bookstore, right?”

“Yeah…but damn, it’s cold out today.”

“Well duh, it’s January, and therefore its winter. Even if we live in California.”

“Sure. Hey, what’s that?” Again the first friend scrambled, but this time to a pattern in the ground. “I think I found a real portal!”

“Oh, good grief. I thought we went over this. Maybe I should really send you to the asy- Hey, what are you doing!”

The girl was reaching for the dirty pattern on the ground. Thinking of hygiene and Swine flu, her friend shot out an arm to stop her, but the first girl had already touched the raised, bumpy pattern.

Time seemed to have frozen for a second, but there was a bright flash of light, and then they were gone.

An eerie winter breeze swept down the street, empty and still.

And so, the fun begins.

I GOTSA HAIRCUT.

LOL PHOTO TIME!!

I dun like this pic.

I dun like this pic.

In fact, I dun like it to the fact I’m startling myself by putting it on here. But it’s better than the pics that my mom took of me in a dress. O_O;;

Photo Taken: August 23rd, 2009.

Miss you guys…

August 22: Happy Birthday, Amy!

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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.