Time to mark my own triumphant return to this hallowed network. Yes, you've heard correctly, one Terrence Christopher Boot has returned to grace you all with his presence. And advice, good looks, and natural charisma, of course. Some of you I've kept in touch with, of course, and you all know how wonderfully I'm doing (and look, of course) but ( Read more... )

Why can't breakfast be at the reasonable hour of ten? I hate getting up early. I almost fell asleep in my cereal this morning.

I finally managed to get all of my holiday gifts out, so the last of you should receive them in a day or so. Mum scolded me for being so late on them, but she's been finding something to scold me about every day; it's her way of being worried. And she wonders why I ignore her ( Read more... )

We leave tomorrow. And this is going to be the worst bloody Christmas ever. Those of you I haven't gotten gifts to, which is most of you, expect them by owl. Probably not by Christmas, but before school starts back.

I can't believe it turned out that way... The party was going so well; we were getting that fight broken up, anyway, and then Mandy bolts into the center crying about how the twins and Millicent were all hurt, and everything went to hell.. And we still don't know what happened ( Read more... )

I swear, if I ever get ahold of that snot-nosed little prat, he's going to get a lot worse than just turning purple. He's lucky someone yelled and distracted me, or he'd be missing limbs right about now.

So. It's almost birthday party time. I picked out some astounding gifts; I'm sure you'll all be amazed by my taste and thoughtfulness. Or at least the two receivers will, which is the important part. I amaze myself sometimes.

Luna, you are coming, right? You promised me.

I've finally made it out of the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey decided after my relapse I'd better stay until I could do jumping jacks and cartwheels without any adverse side effects. Really, that's what I had to do to convince her to finally let me go.

I know you all missed me terribly.

So I ended up escorting Eleanor down to the infirmary and started sneezing in front of Madame Pomfrey. I am now drugged up on one of her concoctions with firm orders to report back in the morning for a check-up. Ugh. I still don't know how I managed to escape back to my own dorm before collapsing, but I am stuck here in bed now ( Read more... )

Who else thinks that allergies are the worst bane to human existence ever? I'm sneezing constantly, talking like I have a broken nose, and in general am perfectly miserable.

Not to mention the fact that I was pranked by a girl and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Why couldn't it have been a guy so I could punch him for it, feel better ( Read more... )