onourbrooms @ 2002-10-29 20:36:00

Current mood:

sour

Just think: in a matter of days students will dress up as princesses and the like to gather in a darkened area with atrocious music and fumble about one another much like little moles. Later, the student not be-tangled in another's dubiously soiled bed sheets shall retire to their chamber so that they may cry, detract from their personal stash of alcohol, and snivel to their drippy little friends. "Oh, la_pensee, I don't think just_harry will ever notice me! Woe, alas! I cannot feel like a whole person and must now throw myself out of the Astronomy Tower!" How I detest the persistent soap opera that is Hogwarts.

After my years of therapy will be unraveled by being forced to witness this grotesque spectacle, I will visit the Malfoy abode to mingle with all of the old set, but plus several hundred pounds, several thousand layers of makeup, and several million brain cells fewer.

When one is faced with such an unfortunate fate, is there really any hope left?

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