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Sirius AND Peter here.
I (Sirius) am writing, however, because high and mighty High King Thing over here isn't used to ekeltricity things like boardkeys and such. I, however, am king of the universe, and am quite well versed in muggle...stuff.
So yes. Day thirty-two, and I've decided to wash my hair. Unavoidable. Peter says I'm disgusting, and I told him to shove it. Just because he smells fantastic day in and day out does NOT mean I have to. Because I don't. Nope. I merely decided to wash my hair. I didn't need to. I just felt like it.
Detention again today, but this time it's with James, so that's much better. Although he's been a prat recently because of certain female entity that I've taken to calling PE1. Public Enemy Number 1 for you non-cops fans.
Peter says he has to go post to Ed, so I suppose I ought to let him do that? He's got this wierd sparkle in his eye...So I think it's best for all involved if I just let him.
Toodle pip and all that.
PS. I snuck back on, because I am rather cool like that. McGoogles and I talked. For hours. Or, rather, minutes. Alright, fine, 32 seconds. Just a brief "hello, my love" followed by "I swear, Black, one more time and it's detention". But she said in the way that said, "Meet me in my office in five". So, naturally, I tripped up to her office carrying flowers, chocolate, and singing obnoxious songs the entire way. She's such an actress, my McGooglyface. Acted all surprised to see me, and sent me away straight off. Took the chocolate though. Which, of course, means we're to meet at midnight to steal kisses and feed eachother chocolate and marshmallows and sugar-coated flower petals. Peter says I'm ridiculous.
He's just jealous.
PPS Peter would like me to add that HIS journal posts are going to be "friends only", and that he apologizes, but he's not sure what he'll be putting in his diary, er, journal, and so that's how it's going to be.
I, however, will keep mine public, because terrorizing the vast majority of people is FUN.
...I mean...
What?
I (Sirius) am writing, however, because high and mighty High King Thing over here isn't used to ekeltricity things like boardkeys and such. I, however, am king of the universe, and am quite well versed in muggle...stuff.
So yes. Day thirty-two, and I've decided to wash my hair. Unavoidable. Peter says I'm disgusting, and I told him to shove it. Just because he smells fantastic day in and day out does NOT mean I have to. Because I don't. Nope. I merely decided to wash my hair. I didn't need to. I just felt like it.
Detention again today, but this time it's with James, so that's much better. Although he's been a prat recently because of certain female entity that I've taken to calling PE1. Public Enemy Number 1 for you non-cops fans.
Peter says he has to go post to Ed, so I suppose I ought to let him do that? He's got this wierd sparkle in his eye...So I think it's best for all involved if I just let him.
Toodle pip and all that.
PS. I snuck back on, because I am rather cool like that. McGoogles and I talked. For hours. Or, rather, minutes. Alright, fine, 32 seconds. Just a brief "hello, my love" followed by "I swear, Black, one more time and it's detention". But she said in the way that said, "Meet me in my office in five". So, naturally, I tripped up to her office carrying flowers, chocolate, and singing obnoxious songs the entire way. She's such an actress, my McGooglyface. Acted all surprised to see me, and sent me away straight off. Took the chocolate though. Which, of course, means we're to meet at midnight to steal kisses and feed eachother chocolate and marshmallows and sugar-coated flower petals. Peter says I'm ridiculous.
He's just jealous.
PPS Peter would like me to add that HIS journal posts are going to be "friends only", and that he apologizes, but he's not sure what he'll be putting in his diary, er, journal, and so that's how it's going to be.
I, however, will keep mine public, because terrorizing the vast majority of people is FUN.
...I mean...
What?