I think that Harry Potter is a stupid git who is too prideful and jumps to conclusions too quickly.

    Sounds awfully familiar…..

    I wonder why….

    ………Oh yeah!! I’m like that, too.

    Funny how it’s so easy to see everyone else’s faults, but I miss them in myself. I’d like to think that I know every stupid thing that I do, so I can work on not being so dumb… But sadly, I’m sure this is not the case…

    GAR! I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish reading Order of the Phoenix a second time. It’s so frustrating! I know what happens, I know who dies (I really know how to pick favourite characters, don’t I? They all die), and I know how it ALL COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED: if only that stupid git would listen to me, everything would be FINE by the end of book five!

    “……..Chill out, dude. They’re characters. You know, like in a fictional book?”  YES, I KNOW, I’m just experiencing the book! “Experiencing it a little too much…” Yes, yes…. But why does he have to be so… aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh…. I’m gonna go cry about Snuffles, and wish that I could’ve stopped Harry from messing up… I just had to rant a bit. Now you know all about how I feel. Wait, not yet.

    I HATE UMBRIDGE!!!! She’s stupid, stupid, stupid!!! *calm, serene breath* There. Now you know how I feel. At least she gets carried off by human-despising centaurs….

    And I hate summer, too. Hrmph. Another pointless entry. 


This song has been running through my head, I not sure why… But there you have it.

Hazy Shade Of Winter Simon & Garfunkel

Time, time, time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away
It’s simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it’s the springtime of my life

Ah, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime

I look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground… (x3)

2 Responses to “”

  1. sarahgrin Says:

    No, it’s summertime, and even in the wintertime there’s no snow on our ground.  And the leaves are greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen.
    Cold from far away.
    I didn’t know you then.

  2. Crabbattle Says:

    Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore”The fowl I shot from my soft cotwithout a second thought for sure I laughed a bit in my tent candlelitfor he did hit the dusty floorYes he hit that dusty floor And he spoke nevermore…

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