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.