My name would be Angel, and hers would be.... Hussy
Because I have done NOTHING AT ALL today that was even a little bit academically productive, I have accomplished SO MUCH in the world of things I am not graded in! I haunted Live Journal (btw flist, you let me down. Post more often so I can justify checking my friends page every five minutes), flitted in and out of Facebook (this is the only way I do it now, since Facebook chat annoys me when it's not trompelolor mifey), and ransacked YouTube. I have pretty well stalked Bradley James' career, from one episode of a murder show (I think he did it, but the show wasn't completely up and was out of order, so really I feel like I was the detective there) to being a slutty slut in a BBC Three pilot. Yes, I have even been so productive that I now know what the phrase "BBC Three pilot" means.
I even spent some time in Pixie Hollow, which if you aren't totally in the know, is one of the offshoots of the Tinkerbell movie mostrosity. I have an account now. My fairy's name is Emerald Carrotmuddle, and I have dressed her in yellow high tops. It's basically Toontown, but full of sparkles and prettyness. I can feel the judgement even now, but let me tell you that the enjoyment was intense. I have no regrets.
Here is Emerald herself, chilling in her awesome pad:
Well, okay, I regret a little that my essays still aren't written, and that I'm not home yet. But how could I regret visiting Pixie Hollow? I will only be coaxed back into religiosity if I am promised that I can go somewhere like Pixie Hollow when I die. That is my only requirement.
Anyway, here is MORE of the Merlin cast misbehaving, and it is excellent. The trip to the amusement park, it turns out, is bookended by hilarity. So here you go.
I even spent some time in Pixie Hollow, which if you aren't totally in the know, is one of the offshoots of the Tinkerbell movie mostrosity. I have an account now. My fairy's name is Emerald Carrotmuddle, and I have dressed her in yellow high tops. It's basically Toontown, but full of sparkles and prettyness. I can feel the judgement even now, but let me tell you that the enjoyment was intense. I have no regrets.
Here is Emerald herself, chilling in her awesome pad:
Well, okay, I regret a little that my essays still aren't written, and that I'm not home yet. But how could I regret visiting Pixie Hollow? I will only be coaxed back into religiosity if I am promised that I can go somewhere like Pixie Hollow when I die. That is my only requirement.
Anyway, here is MORE of the Merlin cast misbehaving, and it is excellent. The trip to the amusement park, it turns out, is bookended by hilarity. So here you go.
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