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Clark just caught a mouse!
I'm not sure whether I should be overcome with pride for my little hunter, or concerned that my flat has mice.
I wonder if they think this place is too small, too.

Finally got my computer working again... after some Slytherins threw it down a staircase last week of school

I'm in London!
On my own!
I've my very own flat and everything!
I'm really lonely.


How are everyone's Summers going??




ooc: my heart is exploding.

You guys...

I think I have to leave.

I really don't want to. But I have SO much going on with school and work and getting all of my crap ready for college. I had been trying all week to rp but I just could not find the time. And I'm already so behind.


:(


I'm so sorry, guys.
I love you all.

I'll come back if I can.


-Krista

Mk here's the deal.
I'm stressed beyond belief.
I wasn't expecting for it to get this way.
I'm super busy and I do NOT want to have to leave the community.

So.

I'm definitely keeping Connor.
I most likely will be keeping Zacharias.
Daphne is dropped.
Quincey is dropped.
Holly is dropped



I'm sorry for dropping so many, but it's the only way I can remain active.


I love you guys.
-Krista/Connor/Zacharias/Daphne/Quincey/Holly

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I think my first real film will be a romance.

There's a squeaking in my room again.
Maybe I'm just crazy.
I want to know where it's coming from.

BAILEY!
My mum and dad went to South America and they brought you back chile flavored and tamale flavored bubble gum.


...Eww.

I've had the wrong attitude entirely!
Things are just magnificant!

I am young and in love with life.




ooc: okay, here's the sitch. connor went to the ball. and all he did was sit in the corner and drink punch all night. and i'm having trouble thinking of who he should fall for. your ideas would be much appreciated!

There's this film festival coming up this summer.
I'd really like to enter it, but I don't know if I'll have the time to put anything together in the few weeks I'll be home before it starts.

Oh well.

Un Chien Andalou is a French silent film made in the late 1920's.
Salvador Dali was involved with it.
And if you're familliar with any of Dali's artwork, you'll know he wasn't quite all there, or perhaps a little too there.

Anyways, I first saw this film when I was about thirteen.
I didn't sleep for three days afterwards.
Partly because I was scared out of my mind of someone slitting my eye open in my sleep, and partly because I couldn't stop thinking, "I'll never be able to create something that amazing."




What am I doing here?

Ii foiund ffffffffffffffiiirrrreerrrwiskyyyyyy.
And yoiu jnow wht? l;
I waent to leartn to playy the chellowww.


No. Nevrminf. I don'f





Whjeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!1123

Clutching his Herbology book tightly to his chest, Connor made his way back from the greenhouses and was en route to the Great Hall.

Not noticing his loose shoelace, his other foot stepped onto it, and when he went to make his next move, he fell flat onto his face. He was grateful that no one had been around to witness the ordeal, until he heard a voice behind him.

If anyone had ever had any doubt on if I make a suitable Connor, this would be every reason I deserve him.


I went tubing night with some kids from work at Gunstock (a ski resort place).
And as I was catching up to my boss (who is like a 27 year old guy and adores Harry Potter) after we had gone down the hill, I was running and I yelled,
"If you close your eyes, it's like your playing quidditch!"
And then, just after, proceeded to trip over my own feet and faceplant into the snow.




It's like God is trying to tell me to take the nerd meter down a couple notches.
;]

I have another brilliant idea on how to improve this splendid little community of ours.




Post this in any one of your characters' journals, and people comment (anonymously or not) about something they like about your characters, your writing style, etc.

Everyone please make point to try and write at least one thing for everyone. I know it's hard, but just think about the self esteem boost it'd give you. ;D

Also, if you have any questions you've been dying to have answered, now's the perfect time!

So hop to it!

Tell me how awesome and sexy I am! ;]

Buster Keaton was an old film star.
Before Charlie Chapman, even.
When he was young, his parents were in a vaudeville, which is like a variety show.
And to get the audience to laugh, they'd beat Buster on stage.
The harder he cried, the more laughs they got.
He grew up to be one of the first, and best silent comedians.



I'm just saying, maybe there's a reason for all this.

Connor sprawled himself out on his favorite leather chair by the fire of the Common Room. His nose was in the Brazilian comic book he had received from Allie for Christmas. He couldn't understand a word, but he held a Portuguese-to-English dictionary in his free hand to try and get the idea.

It was rather convenient the way he positioned his body. He managed to completely shield the rather colorful bruise that had formed on his cheek from the evening before. It was bad enough he had to face all of his classes, he didn't need to face everyone else, too. He especially couldn't bare the thought if he saw Sarah. Just the idea was nearly enough to send him up to his bed without dinner.

Connor had just finished dinner and he decided to take the long way back to the common room. All that awaited him was a rather large pile of homework, so he was in no hurry. His hands were stuffed inside his jean pockets and he whistled quietly as he walked.





ooc: I'm begging you. Call him names. Beat him up. ANYTHING!

Connor sat at a small table in the corner of the Ravenclaw Common Room. He had set up two plates, two tea cups, a tea pot, little cakes he had saved from Breakfast, and everything else needed for a successful tea party date.

A date.

Connor was on a date. Sort of. Once this thought entered his head, he felt his palms begin to sweat and he seriously considered making a run for it. He'd never get this right.

Girls just weren't his thing. He was sure he'd screw this up somehow.