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Consider this the start of my anti-Skeeter campaign. I am tired of the rubbish that she writes, especially about my brother and his girlfriend. I would be booking a very long vacation if I were them. So how about you all worry about your own relationships as much as you do everyone else's? Might find you actually have a more successful one.

That being said, I am fielding suggestions too. There has to be some way to get even stop this. Gossip is one thing but she's crossed the line this time even for her.

This does not even warrant commenting on. Most people will likely fall into two groups: they will know the truth or they will believe I am in denial or covering for him. But, for the record, I love him and he treats me right.

I solemnly swear I will not buy my brothers any gag gifts this year or anything that will embarrass them. I will be a good sister and by them appropriately boring things they would expect like scarves, sweaters, and books they can use as doorstops.

As for the rest of you, I make no such promises.

Some lovely flowers were delivered to my shop today!
Unfortunately, they were not for me.

AM I NOT SUPERB? DO I NOT DESERVE FLOWERS? AM I NOT SHAKING MY FIST AT THE HEAVENS FOR NOT BEING WELL LOVED ENOUGH?

I went to a "death day" party in my dream this morning. Saw a petrified cat. You know, same old same old.

Has anyone seen or heard from Jim Kirk? I've left him about a dozen messages...

CAN'T BREATHE.

Talk awfully about Black Friday all you want -- this is the most fun I've had since last year.

Then again, I'm not shopping. But you could be! We've still got three hours to go!

I figured out who Gilderoy Lockhart is. He's a dreamboat And I learned how to deal with Cornish Pixies and Mandrakes.

I also learned what the term 'mudblood' means. Thank you for sticking up for me, Ron. These dreams are getting more and more interesting as time goes on.

I just wish I knew where

So, at first this was just going to be for Stark Industries, but then I realized I was a rampaging douche to virtually all of you, so let's do this right.

I'm sorry I'm a dick. Come eat Turkey tomorrow. Irvine Campus, all day.

I'm making the cranberry sauce.

Weasleys! Where are you hiding?

Yes, it's that time of year again and I've been roped into helping mum with Thanksgiving dinner. I'm supposed to ask you all if you're coming but we all know that means you better be there and on time. Is there anything specific you lot would like, outside the usual things?

I expect you all to relieve me of dish duty too since I am going to be helping with the cooking.

Right. So. I finally got over that whole 'parents will embarrass the absolute crap out of me' bit and got on this network. Let's get this all out of the way. Hi, I'm Harry Potter, and anything James or Lily Potter say is likely a lie, or at least a gross exaggeration.

Any pictures are also most certainly photoshopped. Mom's very good at it, trust me.

Though I've been in the country a while, I haven't celebrated Thanksgiving. Have any of the other Brits participated in Thanksgiving? I don't know if I should cook. I've got four kids, and it's just the five of us. It's a lot of food, especially with Christmas dinner right around the corner.

Opinions? Should I give it a whirl since I live here now? I mean it sounds good.

I got the job! I start Monday!

Dexter's cast came off today. What am I supposed to do with his little wheel chair? Is there some kind of doggy donation center for disabled dogs or something?

Did an election happen or something? I wouldn't know. Halo 4 came out yesterday.

I'm told writing can be therapeutic. Sounds like a load of bollocks to me, but doctor's orders so I'll buy into it for now.

Since my dominate arm will be out of commission for nearly a month following next week's surgery, I've decided to take up a blog. I can peck out the keys well enough with a finger but I can't write with my left hand to save my life. Actually, come to mention it, I can't do anything with my left except stop a football but there wont be any of that for a while yet. And apparently, my musings need to be legible so I can "reread and reflect". Mental and physical therapy together for the next six months. That's a long time to discover untapped left-armed potentials.

If all goes according to plan, I should be back on the pitch by the start of next season. Mid, if there are PT setbacks. I can't bring myself to think on any other scenario, but Dr. Snell says anything is possible.

Dr. Andrews, the madman with the scalpel, has explained as much to me about the surgery as I care to know. The shoulder isn't like a knee. There's 360 degrees of rotation in a shoulder, only 90 in a knee. And in my shoulder, there's no articular cartilage left. Biceps tendon's detached from the bone. Three separate pieces just ripped clean off. And that doesn't include the scar tissue from the bodged surgery in London, or the atrophied muscles. Dr. Andrews says he's going to try and repair my collar bone in the process, but it's secondary to the joint. Honestly, I'm surprised the club is willing to sponsor this sort of rehabilitation. The odds aren't in my favour.

But I'm determined to stay positive! Hope Solo could handle it, the minx. Why not me?

So on that note...

Hello blog. This is Oliver Wood, documenting the road to recovery. Doctor's orders.

So, last night I started my second year at Hogwarts. Book shopping (Has anyone else heard of Gilderoy Lockhart?) and then riding the train. Harry and Ron weren't there, though, and arrived at the school late, in a flying car.

And I thought my "normal" dreams were weird.

Sleepless nights are good for nothing but staring at your ceiling wondering why you can't sleep. No, it's not dreams keeping me awake.

Valarnet,

I too have a question to ask of you. Owing to an incident earlier today involving the wheel of a car, which I'm not entirely convinced was an accident, I am in need of a new personal cellular phone. It has been suggested that I finally join the 'smart-phone club.' I was hoping to hear your recommendations before proceeding any further.

HEY VALARNET!

Anybody want to start a gaming group with me? D&D is preferable, and I'll do 3.0 or below (CURSE YOU 3.5 YOU SUCK). I guueeeess I could be persuaded to play WoD, but I'd rather not because it's silly. BYOD!

Let me know here! I'm so excited, I still have my DMG and all of my sourcebooks and eee!

I dreamed a full year in my sleep last night. I woke up this morning so incredibly groggy. I'm glad I'm not eleven years old, though. Even if someone paid me, I wouldn't want to go back and re-live those days.

I know a bit more about my dream world now, though. All the lessons and whatnot. I'm not afraid of my wand anymore.

Let's file all of that away in the "things I never thought I'd say" folder.

If Skeeter is going to write her lies about your life, there isn't much you can do about it. At least from a legal point of view.

But doing something on purpose just to incise her poison pen for shits and giggles? There is no excuse. It shows no respect for your name, reputation or for those close to you who must suffer through the indignity.

Now I understand what the big to-do is about dreams. I had a pair of particularly vivid ones last night, involving my family. It was disturbing. I was there, but it really wasn't me. Some fantasy version of myself.

My analyst says that my parallels what I am going through in my waking life, and that I'm seeing myself in an idealistic setting created by my subconscious, indicating an inner turmoil.

I hate that Skeeter woman.

So my new show hits television this week (Wednesday to be exact) and I have to say I am a little nervous to see how it is received. I mean there are a lot of people that know me from my supporting role on the other show but this is different... I'm the star. There sure were plenty of fans at my last photo op and that was kind of amazing.

The new show is called Privileged. I know what you are thinking and yes there is all the drama that goes on at snotty all girl schools but there is a lot more too it. I promise it isn't all girls being knocked up and whining about guys. My character, Madeline, is a part of the equestrian team and part of a not so nice clique of girls that like to play games on their classmates and each other. Certainly twisted. I won't say any more so I don't give it all away.

In other news, I'm still working on mum letting me get a dog.

Boy, that was a strange one. I was transfigured into a cat/human hybrid by a potion that I'd cooked for a fortnight in a haunted bathroom. I remember the whiskers as clearly as if it happened yesterday. I spent most of the time hiding in a bathroom stall, but then went to the hospital wing with Harry and Ron.

For the cleverest witch in our year, as some have called me, I sure wasn't smart when it came to telling the difference between cat hair and human hair.

Level 25, and I have to stop. I'm going cross-eyed, and I have homework to do.

[PM to Ron]
I blame you entirely for the day I wasted.

[PM to Kirk]
Are we still going costume shopping on Sunday?

I don't know where my bloody phone is, so I'm posting this here.

Weasleys & Granger: I'm at the pet hospital with Dexter. Don't know when I'll be home.

Mr. Kirk ... ... Jim?

Uhm... I... well I'm trying this here because things aren't really working out so well with my phone and I got a text message from a vampire, so I'm kind of afraid that if I text you it might end up on a dragon's phone or something, but...

... I was wondering if you could... Angel is really, really sick, and I don't think I should drag him to the vet on the bus again... But I don't have a car, and... and I was wondering if you could drive me, but if you can't, that's okay too.

I wish I had a bit more time for pleasure reading. My weeks are so full of school that I barely have time to finish my homework and assigned reading, let alone read something for pleasure instead. Not that I'm complaining, I'm thrilled that I'm able to study what I want to study and where I want to study it... It's just a little more time consuming than I planned. And I planned for it to be incredibly time consuming!

They really should make cellphones more durable. Ginny-proof them. I didn't mean to drop it. And don't give me that I should have even brought it into that bathroom with me look. What if someone texts while I am doing my hair? It could be an emergency!

Bill doesn't know it but he wants to teach me to drive. I am his favorite baby sister after all. Then I could drive myself to the store to a new phone.

Until then I am stuck trying to bum a ride off someone.

Who forgets about the VMAs? Apparently me.

It is like one of those mandatory things for actors and I should have been there even if I just got home yesterday. My agent was like GINNY YOU COULD HAVE FOUND A DRESS IN TIME! Yeah, because you know I have Valentino or some other major Italian designer on speed dial.

I didn't even watch the VMAs. I bet it was a lot of cursing and inappropriate comments.

I always knew my mom was mental but what was she thinking swinging around a frying pan? She could have damaged my lovely face. I mean sure, maybe I should have mentioned I was coming home but I thought it would be a nice surprise! I have been gone three months! Geeze.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have crept into the house at 1am either. I admit it but airports are about as accurate and on time as the weather forecast.

At least I know our house is safe from burgers. Mum has terrific aim, I might add. My reflexes are just better.

I think I am in love. Today I met the most handsome guy. He was strong and gentle and kind of perfect. Sorry Bill.

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One of my bosses is a big green monster dude. How mad is that? Guess who got stuck with looking after the science dog while he's away? Yeah. Me. The intern who the dog hates. He's staring me down right now as I'm typing on my computer. If I move too fast he growls at me. I'm afraid for my life.

So, you know, it's a normal day. Getting up early, being chased around the Universe by aliens. Stopped for lunch, then for tea break - and a costume change. They were having some problems with some pyrotechnics (things blow up a lot on this show) so I went back to my trailer do to really important things like check my email, get on Facebook and lo and behold -

THERE WAS A CUTE AMERICAN BOY IN MY TRAILER.

Lily, James - thank you. Honestly. This is a better birthday present than I could have ever asked for. I owe you both SO so so much.

Oi, family of mine. I realize I'm over in the motherland working, but that doesn't mean you can ignore my day of birth. I mean, obviously its the most special day in all of your lives - how could you not appreciate the wonderfulness that is me? Fed Ex offers worldwide one-day shipping, so if you love to procrastinate (RON!) you can even wait until Friday to send me something.

Just sayin.

I'm not dead yet!

The Queen entered the Olympics via parachute with James Bond.

I have never been so proud to be technically British.

The countdown until Borderlands 2 comes out has begun. I'm actually starting to get Diablo III'd out. Work is awesome though. Except that stupid dog. I swear he has it out for me.

Ron, when I get home I'm punching you in the face. All your blathering on about magic - weirdest dream of my life happened because of you. Completely mental cross between the tv show, Scotland, something called Gryffindor, and a really dirty hat. All your fault.

Headed to the Motherland in the morning. The level of excitement that I have right now is sort of embarrassing considering that I lived in England for half my life.

PEETA! Still on for shenanigans around London?

Uuuummm. Dad? Mum? If you find the hole in the wall in the bathroom, I didn't do it, okay?

[OOC: Ron's got his wand back, but he doesn't know how to use it and can't really do any spells yet, but he has managed to destroy the bathroom.]

This is just completely absurd.

Do people really think that if intelligent life managed to get from whichever galaxy they traveled from (which would have to be obviously millions of light-years away) that all they'd do is a flyby of Southern California then vanish again? Really, people. Use some common sense here.

If Ventura had brought silver platters to last night's game they would have held our asses by the end of the night. Not only did they shut us out, but we let them have four damn goals. At least we've got two weeks to recover before our second game against Tucson.

Anyway, a mix of hangover with sore shins is not the best feeling in the morning to wake up to. I'm just glad I can head out to the beach with my chair and just sit and watch the ocean. I don't know how people that live too far inland survive without the wind and the waves to help them relax.

You know what? I'm not ashamed. I dreamed about fairies. Freaky, taloned, friend-attacking fairies. My dreams: weirder than your dreams.

I can't decide if watching a dog as my first duty on my new job is a good thing or a bad thing.

It's here, it's here! After a month of waiting, I get to start work on my newest project tomorrow. I've never done Sci-Fi before, but I'm really excited about it. I know that the genre sort of has a reputation for being cheesy and, sometimes terrible but this is truly one of the best shows out there.

And, really, Ron and I religiously watched Inspector Spacetime. Still do, actually. Although I'm not so sure I will now that I'm going to be on as a companion - that just seems a little narcissistic.

We've got a few weeks of filming here in SoCal, and then it's off to the MotherLand - and Wales - for even more.

I freakin love my life right now.



(ooc: 'Inspector Spacetime is borrowed from the tv show Community, and the idea for Ginny to guest star presented to me by Josie. For those who don't know, Inspector Spacetime is the fictional answer to Doctor Who, complete with a British Alien, companions (including Rory!), and all of space and time. )

Finals are finally over, and now I'm going to absolutely get around to that promise I always make to myself to meet new people. So hello, new people! I'm Hermione, it's very nice to meet you all.

Well, digitally speaking.

So I had this absolutely awesome idea.

Internet Care Bears.

We could have Troll Bear, Nyan Bear, and of course 2Bears1Cup.

Okay, that's it. Zombie face-biting in Louisiana. I'm getting a baseball bat and a four month supply of frozen pizza.

DIABLO III HOW DID I EVER LIVE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU?

I need new things to talk about on the net, but DIII consumed my life so it's all I ever think about anymore. That and milkshakes oddly enough.