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[30 May 2006|11:13am]
Michael?

Michael, it's cold in here.
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[04 Dec 2005|07:30pm]
Michael.

Terry should not be allowed to nap. Ever. I don't think I can abide this racket much longer - it's worse than that time when Cecilia's top three strings were tuned two steps flat.

Have you still got those toffees or did you eat them all?
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Private: Susan [16 Sep 2005|03:58pm]
Erm...Have you got a pair of pink tights I could borrow?
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ENTRY THE SEVENTH. [03 Sep 2005|05:14am]
[ mood | GRRRRRRR ]

WILL STEBBINS. YOU HORRIBLE MEDDLING GIT TYPE PERSON. YOU'VE STOLEN MY BEST FRIEND, POISONED HIS THOUGHTS WITH IDEAS THAT YOU ARE GOD OR SOME SUCH NONSENSE AND SEDUCED HIM TO THE DARK SIDE (aka Hufflepuff) WITH YOUR BIZARRE KNOWLEDGE OF HISTORY.

YOU ARE NO LONGER MY FRIEND.

I AM TAKING BACK THE SPARKLY.

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ENTRY THE SIXTH. [03 Sep 2005|01:17am]
[ mood | poor Algernon ]

Bassing is going swimmingly, for the most part. The noises I'm making have gotten rather less unsavoury, which is more than enough to please me. I EVEN WROTE A SONG. It consists of...three whole notes. Go me! Yet another step closer to rockstardom, even if I didn't write any lyrics. It's...an instrumental piece. Very serious, very emotionally charged. Yes, three notes can be emotionally charged.

On a down note, however, Algernon snapped today. We held an impromptu little funeral before dinner. It was a very sad day for us all. Well, except for Terry, who was smirking all through the service. Insensitive git. We'll just see how you react when your A-string breaks, old boy. We'll see who's chuckling then!! WE SHALL SEE INDEED!!!

Have asked Mum and Dad to send me a proper bass for Christmas. Haven't received a lecture telling me I should focus on more sensible things (the definition of 'sensible' being 'biology, chemistry and physics' at my house), so I reckon that's a good sign! There may be a Socks II in the making!!

Will seems to enjoy his birthday present. Dancing sparkly quill was definitely one of my better ideas. I fear he may be enjoying it a little too much, though - no one should be that excited about taking Arithmancy notes IT'S JUST NOT NATURAL.

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ENTRY THE FIFTH. [18 Aug 2005|10:53am]
[ mood | creative ]

Am Pribbling in the middle of Runes. Shhhhh don't tell anyone. AHAHA I AM SO STEALTH. GO ME.

The bassing is coming along...well...sort of. Gilderoy found me some of those instructional books, but they mostly just frustrate me because I can't read music. I can't see why I'd need to anyway; I am a rock musician, and all the best rock songs were written by jamming, not by scribbling little dots with funny tails on racing tracks. By the by, why exactly do they call it 'jamming'? I've not tried it yet, but one can only assume one is expected to write music whilst eating fruit preserves. Which doesn't bother me by any means, but it does seem to be a rather curious tradition. Perhaps all rockers have a deep-seeded love of condiments and/or breakfast food?

Anyhow. Am practising like a...er...like a thing that plays a lot of bass, and am getting better! Sort of! Not really! Am still producing rather unsavoury noises, actually, but I do know the name of the big fat string on top! It's D! Or...no, wait, is it A? Or is that the next one over? Oh sod it. I'll just call it Wilford. But that means I'll have to name the other three strings as well, or they'll be jealous. Erm...OH. I've got it. Right, okay, I'm about to say something brilliant. Get ready...wait for iiiiiit...I'll give the strings proper names that accord to their respective notes. That's the logical thing to do. Scrap Wilford, I'm rechristening him Ethelbert, after my great uncle. The slightly less fat one can be Algernon, and his little friend next to him can be Dagmar, and the reasonably-sized one at the bottom can be Gunther.

Am a genius. Am also developing some rather impressive calluses, you should all be extremely proud of me.

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ENTRY THE FOURTH. [09 Aug 2005|05:31pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Yes, well, if any of you happen to be bludgeoned by a horrible racket over the next couple of hours, not to worry, it's just me. And my bass. Ahahaha. I am one step closer to rockstardom!! Yesssss!

It's not a real bass, unfortunately. It's a transfigured one. Used to be a pair of socks. Which might explain why it sounds so horrible. Because it couldn't possibly be because of my poor bassing skills, surely not. I am an excellent bassist. Obviously. Yes, am quite certain that awful screeching sound is because socks are not acoustically ideal.

Do you suppose I should take up a stage name? Like Sid Vicious or Killer Kane, except not already taken, obviously. Hmmm. HMMMM. Must think.

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ENTRY THE THIRD. [26 Jul 2005|12:33am]
[ mood | awake!!!! ]

Should definitely be asleep, but am not. And it's not because Boot is snoring like a loud thing that snores (which of course he is, but clever me has cast a Silencing Charm haha take that Snoring McSnoringpants!), I suspect it's my own fault. Shouldn't have drunk green tea before bed, everybody knows green tea's got caffeine-- aiascl/anvs'iv ARRRRRGGHHHH. STUPID MANGY STINKING CAT, GET OFF ME, SPOON! OFF OFF OFF!

That feline gets more and more mental every day. Wonder if it has anything to do with being in such a close proximity to Boot all day...Hmm. Must consult someone authoritative (ew) on law suits against dormmates for feline endangerment or some such drivel. HMMMM.

Am awake and bored. Somebody entertain me. Please? DO IT OR I'LL TAKE POINTS.

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ENTRY THE SECOND. [23 Jul 2005|12:25am]
[ mood | twitchy ]

Michael!

MICHAEL!!

I think there's something wrong with my Pribbler! It tried to attack my face!!

And Terry won't stop snoring. I think he must have a medical condition, because this is just ridiculous. Nothing short of a bulldozer could possibly be that loud.

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ENTRY THE FIRST. [18 Jul 2005|03:08pm]
[ mood | pleased ]

Well, well. I have a diary thing. And it...talks, sort of. It sounded a bit like Morag. Such a mad little thing she is, but very distinct. Nobody I else I know would wonder if they could Transfigure things with a swallowed wand. Well, not on a public forum, anyway.

Haha, you know...Wand...if you replace one of the letters...It's terribly funny to mention someone swallowing one. Even funnier to imagine Morag having one, for that matter. HA. AHA. AHAHAHA. I'm setting such a poor example for the younger years, aren't I? EXCELLENT.

But yes. It talks. IS IT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT, I'M REALLY NOT CERTAIN. MICHAEL. MICHAEL CAN YOU HEAR/READ/SEE/WHATEVER ME. I REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE. SHOW ME HOW TO WORK THIS ARTICLE OF ODDNESS, I DON'T THINK I'M DOING IT RIGHT. BECAUSE...I THINK IT TRIED TO BITE ME.

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Sigh. [15 Jul 2005|03:31am]
[ mood | cheeky ]

Can't we all just get along?

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