Apr 10, 1997 15:53
My Natter attacked my cat. And not with an intent to maul, it seems.
...I think I may be scarred for life. It's an image I sincerely hope to NEVER see again. Err.
I've brought loads of stuff with me from home. Dad gave me books, Mum gave me candy, Anna gave me something shiny that doesn't appear to have a purpose other than being shiny, and Nadia gave me...
Nevermind. But lads, I will be betting on the match. A lot. Yes.
In four days, Amanda will have been my radiant relic of inevitable doom for two months. I have something planned, Amanda, so keep your schedule clear, will you? Justin, help me make icing please. I am inept. And stirring icing with your wand is NOT a good idea, apparently, because now my potions textbook smells strongly of vanilla and muskrat. Which is not a pleasant combination at all, I'll have you know.
My fingernail grew back, to a degree. Mum force fed me jelly bears, because apparently gelatin makes your fingernails and hair grow. So I have a nail, but I'm also looking quite shaggy, and I don't trust my charm work that close to my head. Miss Luna? Perhaps you would be so kind as to aid me in my hair-related quest?
And happy birthday to Ferdinando.