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It's been requested of me that I update my journal, and so I shall.
Except I don't have much to say, as usual. Life goes on for those of us not preparing for exams or saving the world. I still work, still pay rent, still go out every few nights to catch up with friends, and things are still rather pleasant.
And I'm guessing that it was one of you, my dearest friends, that bought me a three year subscription to Quidditch World Weekly without my knowing it. My owl hates you, but I can swoon over Chester Bartlett until his contract expires. Yum.
Except I don't have much to say, as usual. Life goes on for those of us not preparing for exams or saving the world. I still work, still pay rent, still go out every few nights to catch up with friends, and things are still rather pleasant.
And I'm guessing that it was one of you, my dearest friends, that bought me a three year subscription to Quidditch World Weekly without my knowing it. My owl hates you, but I can swoon over Chester Bartlett until his contract expires. Yum.