If only I could marry chocolate.

Marabou Sensation Cookies & Cream could just be the most delicious thing I have ever tasted in my entire life. I shall continue devouring it while watching Star Wars ep. I and II. YEAH.

Day 07 – Your best friend

I don't have a best friend. I have best friends. Of course there are those whom I can depend on more than others, but overall they are all my best friends and I trust them with almost everything, the same way that I hope they trust me. I quote my all time favourite Facebook group: "I'd take a bullet for you. Not in the head, but like, in the leg or something".

Day 06 – Your day

I spent most of my day in a car trying to get the DVD player in my Mac to work because I wanted to continue with my SAW marathon. I failed miserably and spent the rest of the ride listening to The Burnside Project. Once I arrived at home I cleaned my room and I am now sitting here drinking vanilla rhubarb tea out of my king size tea cup watching said SAW movie. Life is good.

Cue the pulse to begin II

This is what I do while watching Queer as Folk (I desperately want to go on the Liberty Ride).

Happy Birthday to me, nananana.

Standing before you is a woman perfectly permitted to practice magic outside Hogwarts. Yes indeed; Wednesday was my seventeenth birthday, and I am happy to say that it was one of the best birthdays ever.

• Tea (blueberry/vanilla and peach)
• Criminal Minds season 1.
  
• A great deal of money.
• Office for Mac (which included a Mac version of MSN, and here I was thinking I would have to live with Adium my whole life).

One year left until I can get the Dark Mark tattooed on my arm. How awesome is that?

Day 5 - Your definition of love.

So, this is hard, because love is different depending on who it is meant for. I love my friends, but not in the way I love my girlfriend or my dog. I tell my friends everything, I laugh with them and I spend countless hours on the phone with them whenever they're sad. That's love. I feed my dog every day and I walk her and I pet her (and I let her sleep in my bed), and that's love. As for the special someone, I kiss her and I hold her if she needs it, just the way she hold me if I need it. And that's love too. It all depends on who it is meant for, and I don't think my love is anything like yours.

You'll grow up someday.

I just realized that I do not care anymore.

Wow.
That was awkward.

Day 4 - What you ate today.

In chronological order:

• Toast with strawberry jam and tea (no kidding?) with sugar and milk.
  
  
• Fish and potatoes.
  
  
• A croque-monsieur.
  
  
• Fish (yes, again) and mashed potatoes (my parents really should start checking what they serve in school before they decide what we should eat for dinner).
  
  
• A chocolate bar.
  
  
• Tea.

Day 3 - Your parents.

I've decided to cheat and skip this one. Not because I don't know what to say, I know very well what I think about my parents, but I find it hard to put it in words and if anyone I know were to ever read this I'm not sure it would be very appreciated. So I'm skipping this one.

(Emily ♥)

"Don't listen to him, Garcia. He's all talk."

The idiot who put TBBT links under the CM episodes at blinkx will pay with their head.

I'm watching 2x09 (The Last Word) and just realized that I'm not far from Revelations. I just got over the fact that Spencer is a junkie for the main part of SE2 and now I have to watch it again? Come on. Have mercy on me.

Day 2 - Your first love.

Start of most boring post ever.
Not counting all the crushes I had when I was seven, my first love was my best friend. We were fourteen. No hard feelings, it all worked out fine and that's all there is to it. Not the most exciting story, even though it was exciting at the time with all the new feelings and so on. I'm all over it.
End of most boring post ever.

SHOUTOUT.

A loud shoutout to this awesome post on SBS:

My dad is VERY homophobic.
He also does not like black people.
Well, if only he knew that his only son is gay.
And I happen to find black guys very attractive =)

Made me smile this big.

Day 1 - Introduce yourself.

This is probably the hardest challenge I can be faced with. I hate talking about myself because I never know what to say. I'm a loner who prefers the company of books insteand of real people, I never clean my room, I can come off as a bit obnoxious to anyone new to my crazyness. I'm a bit of a bitch when I don't get my way (my way = the only way) but I try to accept people and their ideas even though it's a hit to my ego.

So far three of my best friends has told me that their first impression of me was "oh God no get me out of here why am I forced to spend time with this idiot get the fuck out of my face", but hey, at least they changed their minds. I suppose I'm reluctant to make new friends even though I often tell people that I love meeting new people. I'm confusing like that.

Even though I'm an anti social bookworm, I wear my heart on my sleeve. I listen and I don't judge, but it doesn't take long for me to realize when someone deserves my attention.

That's all I could think of really. Re-reading it I realize that I sound like a schizophrenic ("I hate everyone and I love listening to other people's problems") but I'm going to leave it like this anyway. I have a History essay to write. God damn it.

Why the hell not.

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment

Lipton Tropical fruit.

I have once again entered my tea period, and I have noticed how every person likes their tea differently. A friend of mine drinks his tea with honey in it, but I have been told that I drink my tea in a very British way, and coming to think of it it's probably true. I put milk and sugar in it and I suppose that's kind of British. I don't drink black tea if I don't have to though, this is my favourite right now:

(I have no idea why I'm writing this entry, I just felt like obsessing over tea.)

Oreos.

Words cannot express my love for this delicious cookie.

UNGELIFY!

Don't you just hate it when you like something, like a band or a TV show or whatever and then you realize that you're not the only hardcore fan anymore? I just realized that that's going to be the case with Darren Criss. It'll take the world a few weeks and then they're gonna be all over the new guy that Glee "discovered". If I hear one person say that Glee was his breakthrough I will kill someone.

To all Glee fans: This is where he originated. End.

"I'll join you when hell freezes over."

SPOILER: HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.

I was slightly taken aback when I realized that the new Criminal Minds episode was up. I'm a hardcore fan, I should know when there are new episodes! I have an excuse though: A few days ago my Harry Potter obsession hit its high point. The fact that I went to see Deathly Hallows last night didn't exactly make it better.


I cried at a total of seven times (Mad-Eye's death, Fred calling George "Georgie", Harry and Hermione standing in front of the grave stone, Voldemort cracking Dumbledore's tomb open, Hedwig's death, Dobby's death, and from the moment they set foot in Malfoy Manor to the moment they exited), but I am very pleased with how it turned out. Hopefully me and my fellow Marauder will be in London for the premiere of Part II. Squee!

y (fx)

Today, as my Maths teacher ended his lecture on function graphs, I came to the horrid conclusion that nothing he had said during that lesson had made the least sense in my head. Maths may be my worst subject, but I'm usually able to pick up details and clues to what it's all about, but I can solemnly say that I did. not. get it.

Oh, and by the way - is it a bad sign when your Drama teacher tells you to "shut the fuck up"?

I can hear your brain blow up.

I figured it was time for an entry that has nothing to do with the Harry Potter franchise.

• It's cold outside and I'm eating an ice pop.
• For some reason I can't upload videos to YouTube.
  
• I should read The Lovely Bones beacuse it's due tomorrow but I can't be bothered.
• When I'm king of the world I'll make sure to get everyone unlimited access to Megavideo because as it is I have to wait for an hour before I can proceed with my Criminal Minds marathon.
• TheDHticketsareinmywalletandthey'rescreamingmyname.
  

Thank you.

Another Harry Potter entry.

"There's a horrible moment when Ralph Fiennes takes my wand and snaps it at the table and it's very much like being castrated in front of my fellow Death Eaters."

I knew there was a reason why I love the on screen Malfoy family.
(Let's ignore the tantrum I threw when I saw the new pictures of not-so-blonde Tom Felton.)

"It's a raisin, Dave."

I'm watching Alvin and the Chipmunks because MGG does the voice of Simon. I feel like I'm doing this for all the wrong reasons.

Mischief managed.

Introducing: The t-shirts that me and my friend made for the DH premiere.




Nah, we don't have a life.
(And yes, the symbol on my hand is The Cloak, The Wand and The Stone, thank you very much.)

It's important to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting.

I'm uploading this picture in honor of Dumbledore. R.I.P. etc.



I am now off to a friend's house and we're gonna make shirts that we're gonna wear on the DH premiere (yeah, my life pretty much revolves around HP these days; bare with me, it'll be over in a few weeks). Mine will say TEAM POTTER. Like a punch in the face to all Twilighters.

PS. ASK. QUESTIONS. GOD. DAMNIT.

ZOMG.

Who's going to the world premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? I am. I've never been this excited. Ever. Thirteen days to go!

The Deathly Hallows.

Turned out that The Deathly Hallows will be two and a half hours long. Two and a half hours of awesomeness. I'm not sure how to react. I'm considering jumping out the window screaming in pure bliss, but I have a feeling I'll regret it. I'm just gonna stick to sending meltdown texts to anyone who cares (and anyone who doesn't).

I'll be able to reserve tickets on Friday by the way. If you have a time machine, let me know, because I don't think I'll be able to wait.

Ask and you shall recieve.

Being the attentionwhore that I am I figured it was about time I got myself a formspring account. I demand that you ask me at least one question or I'll send a clown to stand outside your window at night.

L3GAZY.

Birds.

A bird just flew in through my window, trashed my room while I sat on my bed in chock, and then flew out again. I'm not sure what I just witnessed.

FYI it was a Great Tit, and the title of this entry was going to be "Great Tits should be exterminated". I then realized it didn't sound very appropriate so I'm just gonna leave it like this.

Cue the pulse to begin.

You know you're going a bit delusional when every person with a British accent automatically is an honest and decent person in your opinion. I really wouldn't be bothered if someone stabbed me, chopped off my arms and legs, fed me to a lion and then burned the remains of my body as long as the guy was British.



(This whole thing started, for some reason, when I decided that I'd watch Queer as Folk for the first time in ages and realized that even if Gardner is an ass after the Stockwell incident I like him just because of his accent.)

Come on sucker, lick my battery.

The disadvantage of writing too much fanfiction in English: Your OpenOffice will eventually start changing all of your i to I. I'm writing an essay here goddamnit, I can't have that.

And to all of you who haven't yet heard of Flight of the Conchords: please watch this video. It's the best thing you'll ever see or hear.

Devil's night, SE6EP6.

I just watched the latest episode of Criminal Minds. Is it just me or does Hotch have a tendency to end up in exlosions? I thought we had all agreed that he was not to go near anything that might explode ever again! The SUV accident, anyone? He was deaf for weeks for crying out loud.



One history lesson to go, and after that a week of autumn break. I. love. Life.

This is what you get for being in the Order.

"Please copy and paste this into your status if you know or are related to someone that has been killed or tortured by Lord Voldemort or his Death Eaters."

-copypaste-
I'm a proud no lifer.

I woke up to snow.

It's snowing in Stockholm. I have a feeling this is going to be a good day (... except for the fact that I need to hand in a synopsis on my informative speech to my rhetoric teacher and I haven't written a word. Oh well).

The Gube.

Ohdearheavenslookathim.
He looks so. good. in season 6. I can't focus on the show when he's on screen. Fo realz.



If I ever said I disliked his new hair cut? How dare you?!

Why I shouldn't be allowed to discuss the human anatomy.

I few days ago I kindly explained to a few friends that the sort of cavities some people have on their lower back are, in some circles, called cum puddles (why I know this is really not that relevant).

I'm not sure they want to be friends anymore.

And all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.

Today I realized that when I fall in love with characters in books or movies, I always go for the psychotic men in masks. It took me ten pages to get totally obsessed with Rorschach when I read Watchmen, and here I am with my Rorschach wallpaper on my desktop.

How to get away from homework.

• Clean your room.
  
• Watch Donnie Darko. Twice.
• Listen to every Rent song and imagine yourself as Mark.
  
• Since you didn't get all the dust out the last time, clean your room again.
  
• Read the entire V for Vendetta comic book.
• Google the Criminal Minds cast.
• Read the first Harry Potter book.
• The third time is lucky a.k.a. clean your room.
  

Hi, I have an English test coming up and no attention span whatsoever. At least my room looks good.

The way I convert evil to good.

Why is it that I tend to romanticize every obnoxious character I ever come across and he ends up fluffy, kind and caring in my head when in real life he's a pain in the ass? The Harry Potter fic I'm working on consists of 1423 words so far and I've already managed to make Draco this loving, sweet boy whom I want in my b-- under my bed. Yeah. Under my bed.

A.J. Cook.

And BAM I'm crying. I've got to stop torturing myself with Criminal Minds tweets.

(Anyone else up for CM marathon to salute A.J.? No one? Oh well. It'll just be me, Ben and Jerry then.)

Why I should be kept in a sterilized room.

The Marauders are my heroes. If you don't know who they are you're a Muggle and I need you to get out of here. I'm a true Slytherin and I can't stand you (the minute I turn 18 I'm gonna get the Dark Mark tattoed on my arm. No, I do not kid).

Anyhoo.
I'm a very nice person. Most of the time. But sometime the Marauderness (it's a word, shut it) in me comes out and I need to make someone's life miserable. Today, we we're writing essays and my friend left her computer for a couple of minutes. I decided that I needed to improve her essay a bit.


Basically what it says is "I'm a dick" in the middle of a text about immigration. Hear me snicker.

About pet fish.

I've given it a lot of thought and am now convinced that if you keep pet fish in fish bowls, they will end up hating you. Honestly. Would you like people sticking their hands down the roof of your house and clean up your mess? If the hands are ten times bigger than you it's probably even more scary. I feel their misery!

(Identifying with fish is probably a sign of madness. Oh well. What else is new.)

LES INTRODUCTION.

Right, so I deleted all of my previous entries. Felt like starting anew and really put my mind to it this time. Bare with me.

If you don't quite know me, basically what you need to know is that I'm in a very commited relationship with my straightener. Anything else about me is irrelevant.



I've never really been good at this first time thing (pun not intended but appreciated), so I'm just gonna leave it at this and pray for inspiration.

Kthx.