(Well, Im out.  And dont everyone act like it wasnt a long time coming.  I was just gonna stop posting and completely disappear from AIM but I owe you guys more than that.  Im not gonna give some crap half assed excuse as to why Im going.  In fact I dont want to give you any excuse, period.

But for those of you who must have one here it is.  Someone pointed out to my yesterday that as Justin I had changed.  I dont want to screw him up anymore worse than he already is. Thats one of the reasons.  Theres a few more but I dont want to air out my dirty laundry here. 

So Im gonna go.  I really am very sorry to all those people Im leaving behind.  Shadow me if ya like because Im sure Justin wouldnt just up and disappear.  So pretend hes still around and try not to mangle him too bad. 

And to Ashley...... I think it's Ashley.... Turpin's rper isnt stalking you.  I sent her the link to your rant.  So try not to take everything too out of hand.  Your ego looks to be too big as it is.

Jude)

Boy oh boy have I been the irresponsible little boy.  My updating skills are apparentlly zippo.  I need to be reminded constantly.  even then I'll most likely forget.

So the Yule Ball is tonight.  Me, being the mentally slow person I am, forgot to ask anyone.  And of course its way too late of notice to ask now.  Even bringing up the question may get me bashed in the head with a broom.  Which would be amusing.  Yet painful.

Very very very very very painful.

I need all the brain cells I can get, and getting beat senseless again just wouldn't do.  Not at all.  So I wont ask anyone.  I'll just leave the offer open to any bird who needs a bloke to go with.

Vacation.  The sweet sweet smell of vacation.  Im going home and sleeping for three days straight, and if my mum or dad bothes me, I'll bite then really hard.  But they know not to wake me up.  They just lure my downstairs with the smell of baked goods and candy canes.  Holy Helga, Im excited about my mum's cooking already.

Foooooooooooood.

Rule of the Day #2:  Do not lean against rickety book cases, no matter how tired you are.  Because when everything falls off, it all manages to hit your head.  No matter where its located.

I was out jogging yesterday, and boy oh boy did i ever run.  It was the epitome of "hauling arse".  Well after this arse hauling of mine I decided to take a rest and leaned against one of the book cases in our common room.  Pain.  Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of pain.  Every single book that fell on me seemed to hit me right on the top of my head with the sharp pointy painful end.  I was convinced that my head was going to fall off.

Mme Pomphrey assured me that my head was securely attatched, but Im not sure whether or not I believe her.  It feels all rolly, like its gonna flop off at any minute.  Which'd suck, because I kinda need my head.  Not that its of much use but I still need it.  I think.

Okay, so, anywya, Ive finally got my act together and decided we need to get a new chaser for the team.  I was waiting to see if Vince was coming back but apparently he's not.  So I'll be taking requests for a tryout, and Mme Sprout was kind enough to sign us out the pitch for Wednesday afternoon.  Just leave me a message.

And thats about all I got to say.  Anyway................ I need an icepack.  My head.

I think Im going to be sick.  I just got so angry with my Potions homework that I decided the only way to show it who was boss was to eat it.

Rule of the Day #1:  Dont eat your homework, no matter how angry or hungry you are.

Ink is not an acceptible edible food source.  It gives you tummy rumblin's.  And parchment....... uck.  Uuuuuuuuuck.  And the worse part is that I have Potions today.  And I dont think Snape accepts regurgitated homework.  Maybe I could knock myself out on one of the cauldrons before class starts and have to be dragged down to Mme Pomphrey.  Then I wouldnt have to worry because Id be knocked out cold.

And who doesnt like an unconcious Fletchmaster?

Yeah, yeah, thats what I thought.