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12:09 AM
Type: Journal Post
When: November 4, post detention
I found something to make me smile after tonight's lame detention.
When: November 4, post detention
I found something to make me smile after tonight's lame detention.
November 5th, 2015
12:34 AM
What: HOWLER
When: November 5th, breakfast
Interrupting everyone's otherwise pleasant breakfast is the mail, which normally is a pleasant affair. However, on this day, a red, angrily thrashing envelope is clenched in the claws of a grey owl as it flies through the air, swooping in front of one Michael Meru and dropping it in front of him, narrowly avoiding his food, then flies off to perch on R's shoulder and steal his bacon. The longer the envelope is sealed the more it shakes. Better open it!
Upon the seal being broken, a burst of angry French sounds throughout the hall, before the speaker manages to compose himself and switch to English:
MICHAEL. MERU.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I FOUND IN MY BED LAST NIGHT?
NOT TEABAGS. THAT'S BECOME NORMAL. THEY'RE STILL GROSS BUT THEY'RE NORMAL. BUT INSTEAD THERE WAS A TEAPOT. YES, I FOUND YOUR TEAPOT. YOUR STUPIDLY NAMED TEAPOT. AND SHE WAS IN MY BED. WATCHING. ME. SLEEP. DO YOU KNOW HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WAKE UP AND FIND A CREEPY ONE EYED SENTIENT TEAPOT WHISTLING AT YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP. IT IS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. I HAVE NEVER HATED ANYONE AS MUCH AS I HATE YOU, RIGHT NOW, IN THIS MOMENT. JUST KIDDING, I HATE THIS THING TOO. FIND A WAY TO CATCH IT BEFORE I THROW IT OUT A WINDOW NEXT TIME.
AND NO, I WAS NOT TOO BUSY SCREAMING AND TRYING TO CLIMB ON TOP OF THE CLOSET TO ESCAPE IT TO TAKE ACTION. THAT IS A BASELESS RUMOR.
When: November 5th, breakfast
Interrupting everyone's otherwise pleasant breakfast is the mail, which normally is a pleasant affair. However, on this day, a red, angrily thrashing envelope is clenched in the claws of a grey owl as it flies through the air, swooping in front of one Michael Meru and dropping it in front of him, narrowly avoiding his food, then flies off to perch on R's shoulder and steal his bacon. The longer the envelope is sealed the more it shakes. Better open it!
Upon the seal being broken, a burst of angry French sounds throughout the hall, before the speaker manages to compose himself and switch to English:
MICHAEL. MERU.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I FOUND IN MY BED LAST NIGHT?
NOT TEABAGS. THAT'S BECOME NORMAL. THEY'RE STILL GROSS BUT THEY'RE NORMAL. BUT INSTEAD THERE WAS A TEAPOT. YES, I FOUND YOUR TEAPOT. YOUR STUPIDLY NAMED TEAPOT. AND SHE WAS IN MY BED. WATCHING. ME. SLEEP. DO YOU KNOW HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WAKE UP AND FIND A CREEPY ONE EYED SENTIENT TEAPOT WHISTLING AT YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP. IT IS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. I HAVE NEVER HATED ANYONE AS MUCH AS I HATE YOU, RIGHT NOW, IN THIS MOMENT. JUST KIDDING, I HATE THIS THING TOO. FIND A WAY TO CATCH IT BEFORE I THROW IT OUT A WINDOW NEXT TIME.
AND NO, I WAS NOT TOO BUSY SCREAMING AND TRYING TO CLIMB ON TOP OF THE CLOSET TO ESCAPE IT TO TAKE ACTION. THAT IS A BASELESS RUMOR.
12:54 AM
What: Journal post
When: 11/5, breakfast, after the Howler
Well I feel better now.
When: 11/5, breakfast, after the Howler
Well I feel better now.
5:13 AM
Type: Journal post
When: November 5, morning
I have a headache.I swear children these days. I sound so old, even to myself
I'm ready for the weekend already.
When: November 5, morning
I have a headache.
I'm ready for the weekend already.
6:29 AM
6:37 AM
6:47 AM
Type: Journal Post
Time: November 5, Morning
It's 3 am and another restless night of drool soaked pillows and rabbit foot in my eye, because some how Bunnymund has it in his head that it's alright to share said pillow while he's happily off to lala land. A subconscious place in between sleep and awake called limbo, where I am touched by a vague voidness because of my constant shifting during the evening that stops me from dreaming. Where is the Sandman when you need him the most? My contorted limbs would be forever grateful if I didn't wake from that state in an awkward position, like I've been possessed, every single time. I'm starting to scare my roomie. Sorry pal~
The moon spilling through the window pane next to my bed pulls me from this state of mind, giving me a firm place to plant my feet back in reality and I am awake yet again. But I love this time of year, Autumn is the seasonal bridge to the coming Winter. Is it possible to feel an odd sense of 'home' during a particular season? The ol' gal at the shoppe said she thinks so, if there is a feeling of familiarity, content and calmness in my heart for it. But I'm wondering if I should even take advice from a woman that has a nest in her hair that houses a family birds. I heard them chirping, I swear. She hasn't shown me yet, but I'm positive they are hiding in there somewhere. I'm just lucky she learned to speak Jack early on.
Just in time, I can sit on the window sill and watch as the cool air creep along the pane of glass in the form of a thin sheen of frost. The invisible paintbrush creating a free hand pattern at time laps speed, it calms me to watch. When the silver light of the moon is now filtered by the crystallized canvas that enhances it's appeal. I want to show someone, but I am pretty sure no one would appreciate being woken abruptly (because I can't be gentle about it) for something that only I seem to take a deeper notice. And when evening transitions with the rise of the sun over the trees, natures natural painting takes on a glow that reflects the face of morning. Reds, pinks and orange it reminds me a little of Monet. Maybe it fascinates me that with one beautiful backdrop, it can have two completely different sides. All their own unique beauty, but I can not help but believe that it wouldn't be quite as awesome if it did not have the face that it started with. Otherwise, the morning and evening faces against the frosted pane wouldn't exist.
3 am rambling, I should have probably spent this time doing that paper. I'm still calling shenanigans on this. Can't I just bang erasers together or write lines on the chalk/white board? Or even clean the Hippogriff pen?
Time: November 5, Morning
It's 3 am and another restless night of drool soaked pillows and rabbit foot in my eye, because some how Bunnymund has it in his head that it's alright to share said pillow while he's happily off to lala land. A subconscious place in between sleep and awake called limbo, where I am touched by a vague voidness because of my constant shifting during the evening that stops me from dreaming. Where is the Sandman when you need him the most? My contorted limbs would be forever grateful if I didn't wake from that state in an awkward position, like I've been possessed, every single time. I'm starting to scare my roomie. Sorry pal~
The moon spilling through the window pane next to my bed pulls me from this state of mind, giving me a firm place to plant my feet back in reality and I am awake yet again. But I love this time of year, Autumn is the seasonal bridge to the coming Winter. Is it possible to feel an odd sense of 'home' during a particular season? The ol' gal at the shoppe said she thinks so, if there is a feeling of familiarity, content and calmness in my heart for it. But I'm wondering if I should even take advice from a woman that has a nest in her hair that houses a family birds. I heard them chirping, I swear. She hasn't shown me yet, but I'm positive they are hiding in there somewhere. I'm just lucky she learned to speak Jack early on.
Just in time, I can sit on the window sill and watch as the cool air creep along the pane of glass in the form of a thin sheen of frost. The invisible paintbrush creating a free hand pattern at time laps speed, it calms me to watch. When the silver light of the moon is now filtered by the crystallized canvas that enhances it's appeal. I want to show someone, but I am pretty sure no one would appreciate being woken abruptly (because I can't be gentle about it) for something that only I seem to take a deeper notice. And when evening transitions with the rise of the sun over the trees, natures natural painting takes on a glow that reflects the face of morning. Reds, pinks and orange it reminds me a little of Monet. Maybe it fascinates me that with one beautiful backdrop, it can have two completely different sides. All their own unique beauty, but I can not help but believe that it wouldn't be quite as awesome if it did not have the face that it started with. Otherwise, the morning and evening faces against the frosted pane wouldn't exist.
3 am rambling, I should have probably spent this time doing that paper. I'm still calling shenanigans on this. Can't I just bang erasers together or write lines on the chalk/white board? Or even clean the Hippogriff pen?
8:41 AM
Type: Journal post
When: November 5, 9 am - during HoM
[Reiji]
When: November 5, 9 am - during HoM
[Reiji]
Meet me on the seventh floor after classes tomorrow. Or I guess outside of class and we can wander up.
I figured it was about time for our date-date and I finally got everything in order.
Also, do you have any food allergies/preferences?
8:45 AM
Type: Journal
When: 5 November, morning
[Private Dream Journal]
Ravens in birthday hats pecking a cake shaped like a skeleton to pieces. At least Death has a sense of humor. A warped one, but it is nice to be reminded occasionally.
[Public]
I may or may not be considering a small ceremonial fire tonight in Slytherin where I burn the fake IDs I had that allowed me to buy cigarettes in muggle stores before today. There may or may not still be some special skittles. There may or may not be cake. Details to follow.
When: 5 November, morning
[Private Dream Journal]
Ravens in birthday hats pecking a cake shaped like a skeleton to pieces. At least Death has a sense of humor. A warped one, but it is nice to be reminded occasionally.
[Public]
I may or may not be considering a small ceremonial fire tonight in Slytherin where I burn the fake IDs I had that allowed me to buy cigarettes in muggle stores before today. There may or may not still be some special skittles. There may or may not be cake. Details to follow.
4:05 PM
Type : Journal
When : 11/5 mid-morning
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
[OOC note: around this quote, a pattern of flowers and other ornamentation slowly appears throughout the day]
When : 11/5 mid-morning
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
[OOC note: around this quote, a pattern of flowers and other ornamentation slowly appears throughout the day]
9:27 PM
Type : Journal
When : 11/5 morning
As the head of the dance club, I would like to remind everyone that auditions for the holiday recital. We are eager for some new dancers and especially some gentlemen. I am looking for a partner to a duet myself. Sign ups will go on the dance room door tomorrow, or you are more than welcome to mention your interest here as well.
When : 11/5 morning
As the head of the dance club, I would like to remind everyone that auditions for the holiday recital. We are eager for some new dancers and especially some gentlemen. I am looking for a partner to a duet myself. Sign ups will go on the dance room door tomorrow, or you are more than welcome to mention your interest here as well.