A poem to Gilderoy Lockhart, by Priscilla Spencer. Composed for Tanja’s Guestbook.
Gilderoy, oh Gilderoy.
You’re the man that I’d employ.
For the D.A.D.A. job.
Much better than that Lupin slob!
Gilderoy, dear Gilderoy
You always were a brilliant boy
You aced all quizzes and your tests,
You outshine (by far) all the rest.
‘Cause Gilderoy, yes, Gilderoy,
You know that magic’s not a toy
You fight the Dark Arts every day
For hardly any wage or pay.
And Gilderoy, dear Gilderoy,
You’re not egotistical at all or coy
You’re the pinnacle of modesty
Now about your fifteenth biography…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to everyone’s favourite enfaklig apekatt (silly monkey), Tanja! She’s 17 (yesterday), so go out and do something nice for her! This is her wish list…
An Oscar Schindler action figure
A well-written, sexy and funny James/Lily fic.
Cutie pwetty slashy piccies.
fanart/fanfics for Forget-me-not
Guestbook entries that praise [her].
harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples.
and of course [she] wouldn’t say no to a large bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky ^_~ (not that [she] would drink it or anything)
I’m in the process of making a list of people with more free time than me. Number 1 is people that write Minesweeper fanfiction. Number 2 is people that read them.
“Gosh all tarnation!” said Lupin.
I love The Dialectizer…
I’m leaving you all for a week. Evil college visits. I’m sure you won’t miss me. Bye!
You know what bugs me? People that aren’t telepathic. Whenever I go around wearing a shirt advertising the JETS, about 50 people ask me if they’re my favourite team. No. I hate football. I’m just taking advantage of the merchandising because I’m a part of the Junior Engineering Technical Society (or JETS for short). And there are a LOT of these people that ask! AARG! Maybe that’s why I haven’t worn my JETS shirt in a while.
I think my dad’s having a midlife crisis. He was talking about all the strain he was going through to prepare for a marathon, and he said his next goal was to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. I told him there was a reason they called the mountain “Kill-a-man”jaro, but he still remained attached to the idea. Eventually I talked him out of it, but I can’t help but wonder what prompted this fit of insanity. I think he just came to the realization that March 28th is his 20th wedding anniversary, and he doesn’t feel young anymore. I think that’s stupid. He’s more active than practically all the dads in my grade, most of whom are younger than he is. ::sigh:: My dad is crazy. I love him, though. ::hugs dad::
Hey, kiddies! Time to do me a favour! Can you guys reccomend some nifty fiction books? Rock on. I have about 50 years worth of planes/car rides to tolerate over spring break (evil college visits! And I’m a sophomore!), and I won’t be able to live without a good book by my site. Thankees.
Oh, the thrill of the chase as I soar though the air
With the snitch up ahead and the wind in my hair
As I draw ever closer, the crowd gives a shout
But then comes a bludger and I am knocked out.
Woo! I got Quidditch Through the Ages and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them today! Watch out, Wian! You’re getting updated!