Some more rules
It's that time of year again. Mistletoe season. I've been told you are allowed to hang the damn things around, but there are still some rules:
1) No charming mistletoe to follow other people around
2) No charming mistletoe to follow oneself around
For those of you staying over the Break, remember to submit your names to the Head of House ASAP.
That will be all.
EDIT: And no charming the suits of armour to sing filthy carols, either.
**
Millicent's pregnant. Millicent's pregnant. Millicent's pregnant. I don't think I've quite come to grips with the enormity of the situation yet. And when's the baby coming? Just before NEWTs, if my figures are correct. Well, fuck. Talk about perfect timing. A little studying, a little baby-watching...I think I can kiss sleep goodbye.
Millicent's going home. Millicent's going home. Millicent's going home. Why is she doing this to me herself? And she's going to meet her future spouse.
I hope he's ugly.
On that same vein, I hope he dies, too.
But then again, what good would that do? They'll just find someone else. Plenty of men out there. Plenty of men who aren't me, that is.
Millicent's not with Justin any more. Millicent's not with... etc.
The ramifications of that piece of information are too numerous to contemplate. What if she's really upset? What if he's really upset? It's not exactly tactful to break out the champagne now, is it?
I wonder if Hannah knows. Ever since Thursday morning in class she's been giving me odd looks.
Oh well. I'll mull over it in the morning. Sleep now (while I still can).
1) No charming mistletoe to follow other people around
2) No charming mistletoe to follow oneself around
For those of you staying over the Break, remember to submit your names to the Head of House ASAP.
That will be all.
EDIT: And no charming the suits of armour to sing filthy carols, either.
**
Millicent's pregnant. Millicent's pregnant. Millicent's pregnant. I don't think I've quite come to grips with the enormity of the situation yet. And when's the baby coming? Just before NEWTs, if my figures are correct. Well, fuck. Talk about perfect timing. A little studying, a little baby-watching...I think I can kiss sleep goodbye.
Millicent's going home. Millicent's going home. Millicent's going home. Why is she doing this to me herself? And she's going to meet her future spouse.
I hope he's ugly.
On that same vein, I hope he dies, too.
But then again, what good would that do? They'll just find someone else. Plenty of men out there. Plenty of men who aren't me, that is.
Millicent's not with Justin any more. Millicent's not with... etc.
The ramifications of that piece of information are too numerous to contemplate. What if she's really upset? What if he's really upset? It's not exactly tactful to break out the champagne now, is it?
I wonder if Hannah knows. Ever since Thursday morning in class she's been giving me odd looks.
Oh well. I'll mull over it in the morning. Sleep now (while I still can).