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Kiwi Crocus
27 December 2010 @ 05:38 am
I am going to stay composed and non-flaily. It is 5.30am on what I still consider to be the Eve of my Christmas Day (which was delayed) and I should be sleeping but I am not. (This, as most of you know, is the story of my life. It is compounded by the fact that Mum put up a fairy-light candy cane in my room and moved my light so it produces a soft glow near my bed; they make me want to stay up and grok with my gratitude for life.)

Christmas was lovely. I have the new Doc Martens and I love them. Received some hilarious gifts and some useful gifts but mainly it wasn't about the gifts at all, which is excellent.

My last gift of Christmas was a story. Yes, my hoggywartyxmas story went up tonight. It is perfect for me and all I hold dear about Christmas, Harry Potter and Hogwarts. Here is where I would be flailing madly but am containing myself. If you wish to experience the flailage, see my comments. Yes, plural. There are three.

What to My Wondering Eyes Should Appear. ~4k. Dobby's POV. Christmas Eve at Hogwarts. "Dobby doesn't have a red nose, and he's never claimed to be a reindeer. But when it comes to delivering Christmas presents, he'll go down in history."

I really should be off to dreamland now, though; I'll have to catch up on the rest of today's fanfic tomorrow. Or, er, well, later today, since again, it's half five in the morning. Good Ishobeslebino! ('I should be sleeping but I'm not' - for those awkward times when it's too late/early to say 'goodnight' and you certainly wouldn't be awake at the time if you weren't already awake from the night before.)


Kiwi

You'll be with me like a hand print on my heart.
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
27 December 2010 @ 05:50 pm
It's a bad sign when my drinking record is down in my fanfic reviews/comments.

My mother and tattooedsappho are bad influences on me. Hello, two and a half tequila shots and working on a blackberry beer.

My mother hit me on the head with celery. I think if she had asparagus on hand, she'd be bonking me on the head with that too. Vicious produce woman.

Beatles in the background! I want to dance it out. :D I feel like I should have more typoes than this. Drats you, fingers, why do you know how to type so well?!

CAN'T BUY ME LOVE! (Or my love, incidentally--except maybe with books and unquestionable charm; it's a steep price, though, and many can't afford it. (; )


Kiwi

You'll be with me like a hand print on my heart.
 
 
Current Mood: drunkDrunk.
Current Music: Hard Day's Night - Beatles
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
27 December 2010 @ 06:40 pm
I have made two toasts to Minerva Fucking McGonagall tonight.

First: To Minerva "Bottoms up!" McGonagall. [Check the hoggywartxmas Gilderoy story!]
Second: "I will give you my favourite HP line of the moment: 'it turns the other way'!"

These were followed by tequila shots. My evening has been fun and interesting indeed. Back to fanfic reading. :D

MERRY WINTER, MY LOVELIES! OR SUMMER IF YOU'RE AT THAT SUMMERY PLACE IN MIND OR LOCALE! :3


Kiwi

You'll be with me like a hand print on my heart.
 
 
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