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After listening to a Pottercast, I felt the urge to do what I love to do.

Write parodies.

Of songs.


Like Weird Al, only not a Jew and not Star Wars Obsessed.Collapse )
I just read Zombie!Sirius/Remus.


And I thought it was cool.


Raarrgrggh brains

Would he become a Zombie!Wherewolf if Remus bit him? ooh, trippy.

It's too hot. It's too hot.

Just rocking back and forth on my bed, coughing my lungs out. It's too hot. It's too hot.

Note to self: RLLE re: full moon, bicycles and fish, smells and frothing, SB possibility.

And yes I do know what that means

too hot too hot too hot

Jan. 14th, 2006

You scored as Severus Snape. Well you're a tricky one aren't you? Nobody quite has you figured out and you'd probably prefer it stayed that way. That said you are a formidable force by anyone's reckoning, but there is certainly more to you than a frosty exterior and a bitter temper.

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Severus Snape

80%

Sirius Black

70%

Albus Dumbledore

70%

Draco Malfoy

65%

Lord Voldemort

65%

Harry Potter

65%

Hermione Granger

60%

Remus Lupin

60%

Ginny Weasley

60%

Ron Weasley

50%

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Wh...what the fuck? It shouldn'tr be possib;e for me to have scored that high on Snape, SIRIUS and DUMBLEDORE. just... what the fuck?Confused.


Quit my job by the way. Go me!

Dec. 29th, 2005

People, do me a favor. Pay your fucking bills. And if you dont' pay your bills, especially your Sprint Wireless cell phone bill, do not bitch at the people who have to try and take money from you in order to help your cell phone be turned back on.


Dig it?

These people who call in make me hate the human race all over agian. Like Mister Reverend Lawyer. Dumb fuckdidn't ask about how much it is and how the system works in order to start an account. Therefore, because Mr. Reverend Laywer FUCKACE didn't ask these questions, it is my fault that his cell phone bill went too high and his service was disconnected. Thus, the esteemed Mr. Reverend Lawyer Fuckface Douchebag Scumbucket feels he has the right to talk down to me like I am a stupid person. I am not a stupid person. I am not doing the wrong thing. I am trying to explain to Mr. Reverend Lawyer twatwaffle that he has used $50 worth of time on the phone and that is added onto his activation fees and has put him over his spending limit. Mr. Reverend Lawyer Twatwaffle SIR then blames me and explains things as if he believes that I have all the mental capacity of a tiny bit of excrement mixed in with Taco Bell beans. Mr. Reverend Lawyer Dirtbag Deadbeat then reminds me that, not only is he a man of God, he is a man of the Law. Therefore, what he says is nothing but the truth. Cuntsucking faggot! No, I'm sure he wasn't a fagasexual, he just needs to be called dirty names every fucking dirty name there is. This call made me cry. Why? Humiliation, mostly. He had me on the phone for a half hour, making me feel stupid and worthless. Or at least trying to. Everyone would come over eery five minutes and ask if I was okay. I tried to joke. I did. But then we finally hung up--Reverend Lawyer cocksucker had taken my id down in order to reference me in a lawsuit, or so it seemed (Hey, can I be extradited for this? God, yes, different country AMEN CANADA) after insulting Indians, Pakistanis, blacks (Hey, mister, guess what? You don' SOUND WHITE, your NAME isn't very caucasion either, Mr. Reveerend fuckface Lawywer pigfucker) and basically everyone outside the (God Blessed!) United States who is not white and has a job in customer service, as they have been 'trained to lie'. Wonder if I should have told him I was frm (God Blessed It!) Texas. He was wrong. I tried to tell him he was misinformed, he corrected me--like you would a fucking stupid CHILD and told me that he was not "misinformed, ma'am, what I was was LIED to. There IS A DIFFERENCE." Hallelujiah Amen you fat fuck. I could hear the fat in his voice. TO which I replied: "I'm sorry that you feel that you were--" "No no, ma'am (patronise patronise) I do not FEEL I was lied to, because FEELING something has to do with AY-MOTIONS (Gimme an aaay-man brotha') I THINK, which is something you do with your MIND (praise jesus) and I also KNOW that I was LIED to." Silence on my end. Compulsive squeezing and unsqueezin of coke can. Sharp edges. "Sir, if you like, I can trans---" "Do you UNDERSTAND what I m sayin'?" (praise god.)

Ugh. That just made me cry. |That fucking humiliation, because this man was LOUD and everyone could HEAR him trying to tear me down. Everyone could HEAR my stuttered attempts at ebuttal. Everyone could hear the man over the loudspeaker announcing that I had been on 25 minutes. That and the fac tthat I couldn't just let loose and call Reverend Shitbag Lawye dickhead what I wanted to. Which was a lot. I also couldn't tell the fat prick to go to hell and BURN THERE FOR MAKING MY LIFE MISERABLE.

And y'know what?

After threatening to sue me and the company, after putting me through half an hour of humilation in front of my co-workers and supervisors...

That cock grabbing motherfucking shiteating bastard had the gall to tell me to "Be Blessed."

I think that's what turned on the waterworks.

The moral of this story?

PAY YOUR FUCKING BILLS RIGHT FUCKING NOW BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU YOU ARE GONNA FUCKING REGRET IT BECAUSE I KNOW YOU PEOPLE.

Hello, pplz

Goddamn, I been busy. School is like >(!!! And then first job is like "PHYSICAL ABOUR FOR YOU!" And then real job is like "LEARN. NOW."

Tired SeeMe got sick and has stayed home from shcool and first job these past few days. Yay for her!!

Bye now.
homigod this is seeeme's first post on her new laptop LIKE HOMIGOD.

Yes, I did get the job, and my mum bought the computer for me Yay, mommy!11one

The goddamned mouse is kinda hard to use, though. My dad sent us money. And Star Wars Episode III. Why? I dunno.

I start my job tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Haha.

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Friday I gave crimson_stained a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In May I pushed tulleighmohre in the mud (-17 points). Last Saturday I pulled over and changed potion_devotion's flat tire (15 points). In November I ruled Asscrackistan as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). In April omgthatsgay and I donated clothes to the needy (11 points).

Overall, I've been nice (759 points). For Christmas I deserve a new dolly!

Sincerely,
traitorousrat

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I changed Potion's tire and got Tully all muddy. Santa: I want a pretty Pettigrew Dolly.

So.

I'm at school right now. yay me.

school has been kicking my ass and frightening me beyond belief. Now, okay, it's not school itself that's frightening. I rather like it, actually. Shh. don't tell nobody, dear L-J. But as I get closer to graduation, I realise that, fucking hell, I'm gonna have to get a life soon.

And it's all crashing down on me at once. It's kinda pathetic, but God, it scares me. What do I want to do with my life? If I was talented enough (not saying that I'm not talented, just not talented enough), I'd become a novelist. However, I know that I'm not that talented.

So then what? Well, I've been watching a lot of CSI, and I think that's what I want to do. Work with Gary Sinse! No, kidding. Sort of. I want to be a CSI. But there are two paths I can follow: Forensic Investigator (CSI) or Forensic Pathologist (like Crossing Jordan, or Bones). One I could probably have a job in three years. The other? I'd have to go through Med School, and then the training to be a forensic pathology specialist. Plus a five year residency. I don't know what I want to do. The Investigator bit sounds like fun. But what if I suddenly decide I wanted to be a pathologist?

I don't think I even could get into med school, if I wanted to. It's expensive, and for people with better grades than I. Plus, the MCATs frighten me. Just the thought of them. Anyways...

I also need a job. There's a current job, doing (basically) customer service for American MCI customers. it pays well, 9.50 an hour, plus it's not that strenous, I hope. I think I might do that.

If I do get that job, I'll need to move to Brantford. I will be working and going to school in Brantford. So I'll have to find an apartment and move out here.

If I move to Brantford, I'll probably end up going to the local University. And so on, so forth. I just want to hide under my bed, or magically transport myself back in time so that I don't have to deal with this. That would be nice.

*sighs* But anyways, about school.

It is rather nice. It's much more relaxed than a normal school. Basically everyone here is 19+, and the teachers here are very nice. They don't treat us like we're 'stupid' or like we're kids. And the work is so... do it yourself. Like the math. Basically, they hand you a disk with 7 units of math on it, and tell ya to go for it. So far, I've finished five out of seven. Everything here is easy, even the college level English. I'm in the grade 11 English class (we share with the grade 12s) and I'm actually doing the grade 12 English. And as for the computer thing... I'm way caught up. I'm caught up with the people who've been here a year. I thin I can bloody well chat with my friends and update my LJ if I fuckingwell please.

Plus, yeah, there's a superhot nice girl who sits next to me. She's in the bathroom right now, so I'll talk about her when I get home.

Bye.