( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Kelso was right. I'm death.

God, why couldn't you take me instead?

Dear God,
or To Whom it May Concern,

If it isn't too much trouble, I would like my soul back now, please.

Cheers,
DG

Bike crash.

I've actually never been so depressed. Ever.

Although I might just be concussed. It's hard to tell.

So, I've been brushing up on popular music for a potential audition, and I hear this is what young people are listening to these days. Am I right?

please dont make me go back to kelso

sssssaoeregngggggggggg3333333/4444$$$$$TTTTTTT ...... edmund pevensie





this is not beruna nor is it london

I think I might be mildly hysterical. 'Arson' is a sehr and très funny word.

Although I still don't know what the big deal is with having tiddily little campfires in the park. It's nippy outside! If anything, I'm doing park Filch a favor. He's too old and bonkers to be running around in the cold all day. But there's simply no justice in this place. And no appreciation for creative problem solving.

Anyway, I'm bored again now. And banned from the park. Help.

Finn, I hope you don't mind that I was you for about twenty minutes today? Because I was. I didn't commit libel or slander or whatever, don't worry. Unless implying that we're related is bad. Which it isn't. How could it be?

I went out for a run this morning because I have been inside and feeling like boiled shite for what feels like forever now, and it may have been a mistake. I met one of the Post-grads by mistake and he was making all kinds of "Mr. Earnshaw, don't you have the flu? How are you out running?" noises at me, so I had to be you. Accent and all. We're cousins, by the way. Our mothers are sisters and we both take after Grandpa Reilly, it's astounding how we look just like brothers, and we grew up on opposite sides of the Atlantic and now we both live in the same city, isn't that brilliant, but yes, you, running, today, not me. Cheers.

Do we need bread?

What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?

I want it back now.

Is March too cold for a party on the roof? I don't care. We'll whack some charms up.

Girls and boys, we're having a party on the roof of building D tomorrow night. Think of it as a divorce party, teamed with a warm up for Moony's birthday. Bring your drinking heads, because I believe it will be quite an evening. I have stolen a pool table especially.

James and Lily, I will turn a blind eye to your underage presence as long as Prongs doesn't stab someone with those stubs he calls antlers. And Lily wears a sombrero.

I'm BORED.

BoredBoredBoredBoredBoredBoredBoredBoredBoredBoredBoredBored

When this is over I'm having a party. Its been ages.

I suppose I should have said something earlier, but you know how it is with these whirlwind marriages and divorces and getting remarried, it all takes a toll on the old braincells.

Public Service Announcement.
Kissing people that you're not currently "married" to is a very painful thing to do. I can confirm this. Don't do it, kids, it's possibly a thousand times worse than apparating. The pain bit, I mean. Depending on your partner, I'm sure the kissing will be excellent.

Of course, if you're some sort of masochist, feel free to kiss whomsoever you choose.

I demand to know who is responsible for this egregious affront to my person!

((ooc: guess who has a nasty little habit of sniffing flowers (deeply)?))

I am looking to procure a painting, but I have something very particular in mind. Is there anyone here who might be able to lend their expertise?

I wonder...would tomorrow be too soon to start hosting my Wednesday night house parties again?

Emily, speak now or forever hold your peace, you lovely suffragette.

I don't remember ever being this freaking tired just from staying up one night.

I'm terribly sorry if I worried anyone, but I'm back now.

whatisthis
whereami
thiswasnt where i was before

Dorian?

howdoesTHIS

Ah. There we are. A hand held typewriting machine. How fascinating.

Pity the future is so dreadfully dangerous. How do you people survive?

Or have we all become immortal these days?