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So, today in art I had my portfolio out cause I was working on a watercolor painting (my usual project filler) and a girl in my class named Mandy walked by and looked at my protfolio. Then she asked me if I spoke Portuegese (sp). I'm like, wow, that's random. And she's like "You have a sticker on your portfolio that says 'I speak Portuegese'". What she was really seeing was my Harry Potter sticker that says "I speak Parsletongue". I didn't even bother trying to explain it.
So, if you read my last post, you know about Matt. I am falling for him SO bad. I wrote him a sonnet I'm going to give him for Valentine's Day to tell him how I feel. I hope he likes it. If he rejects me, I think I might die.
So, first of February. Yikes. Can we say panic attack? I don't foresee any new fics, chaps, or art anytime soon. This weekend I'm going out of town, the next weekend will be term paper city, and the next after that will hopefull be a date with Matt. I've got loads of projects and homework to work on every single night, and I have to file my housing app for college. Today. Kill me now? I'm so Harry Potter deprived, I see and hear it everywhere. Every song I hear, I relate to Harry Potter. Everything just goes right back to it. I'm dieing to finish the smutlet for peach_gurl, and Chapter 21 is just itching under my skin, dieing to be written. I technically shouldn't even be wasting time sitting here bitching about how I have no time! Ack! I'm off to work my butt off. School is evil and needs to die a slow and painful death!
PS... I have a slurpee. It is keeping me alive. Yum.
So, if you read my last post, you know about Matt. I am falling for him SO bad. I wrote him a sonnet I'm going to give him for Valentine's Day to tell him how I feel. I hope he likes it. If he rejects me, I think I might die.
So, first of February. Yikes. Can we say panic attack? I don't foresee any new fics, chaps, or art anytime soon. This weekend I'm going out of town, the next weekend will be term paper city, and the next after that will hopefull be a date with Matt. I've got loads of projects and homework to work on every single night, and I have to file my housing app for college. Today. Kill me now? I'm so Harry Potter deprived, I see and hear it everywhere. Every song I hear, I relate to Harry Potter. Everything just goes right back to it. I'm dieing to finish the smutlet for peach_gurl, and Chapter 21 is just itching under my skin, dieing to be written. I technically shouldn't even be wasting time sitting here bitching about how I have no time! Ack! I'm off to work my butt off. School is evil and needs to die a slow and painful death!
PS... I have a slurpee. It is keeping me alive. Yum.