Authors Note: To all of my awesome reviewers, you guys rock my socks! Sorry for the short 'delay' it is due to my laziness and a small case of writer's block. By the way, eat buttered popcorn, chipsahoy cookies and listen to the band Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers!

To my favorite people:

Riposte: EVERYONE knows chicken rocks. Katie isn't fat! She just isn't ninety pounds, and she likes food, but who can blame her, really?

Allie: Yes, Ron is psychotic everyone run for their lives!

Evol Norgara: I love donuts.

Orio Cookie: Thank you, thank you, I am still amazed people even find me partially funny.

Heather: Although George did kiss Parvati he was mad-drunk so you can't really blame him now can you?

Lord of the snitch 48: Thank you! Again, I am still amazed people find me even partially funny.

Lemon the Kitty: Chicken! A club? Hm.

Crystal Queen: Did you notice that in chapter two I believe Percy too had an obsession with donuts? And then there's Alicia and hotdogs, all of these people are obsessive freaks!

Hannirose: Broke his nose, ouch.

Quicksilver Fallen: Hysterics? Seriously?

The Psychedelic Turtles: **My gosh** I am going to find an awful hard time living up to how great chapter five's reviews were!

And to the rest of you people, I am dying for your reviews!

All reviews are, as always, greatly appreciated.

~*Been There Done That*~

8:13 PM:

And I just can't get enough of you baby just can't get enough!

And I just can't get ennnnnoooooooouuuuuggggghhhhhh of:

YOU!

9:04 PM:

I'm going to the kitchens. Need food. Need to see Dobby. Am beginning strange liking towards small cute creature.

But Dobby is not cute-

However, I hear (from Winky no doubt) that he is one great snogger.

Shall try him and see.

10:56 PM:

Am in kitchens. Dobby brought me some 'skinned potatoes' to eat. Who wants skinned potatoes? Come on now! I like them with their skins still on! I do not like potatoes in the nude.

Apparently, Dobby does.

Did not snog Dobby.

Found that could've been v. awkward

Still v. curious nonetheless.

Do love the little bloke, errr elf, errr creature.

Eating.

12:34 AM:

Back in dormitory, am having "fun" as known as listening to gossip from Alicia and Nickela. Those two are so smart it's amazing.

"Do Jewish people practice Judaism?"

"No."

"Wait aren't they the same things?"

"No. Don't be dumb, Jewish people practice Catholicism."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"And what do Catholic people 'practice'?"

"Judaism, like DUH."

And that wasn't the worst of it, then they began talking about lip-gloss. For like the nth time.

"I like the flavour pumpkin myself-"

"What about hotdog?"

"Are you out of your bloody mind?"

"No, my mind is in my head thus I am not 'out of it'"

"Well-"

"Well what?"

"Do they have hotdog lip gloss?"

"If you want it to be so. If you want it to be so."

Am v. disturbed. Especially after Alicia began speaking of Marcus.

"I actually like his teeth, they remind me of a vampire's, and I, for one, find Dracula rather hot. But maybe that's just me-"

His teeth look as though a bludger knocked them out.

At least George has decent teeth, except when he puts in those rubber hillbilly teeth that I hate.

He, to an extent makes hillbilly's look hot however.

Am wondering what it is like to snog a hillbilly

8:23 AM:

I am at breakfast. Eating...chicken

Do not like chicken very much after it became practically tasteless after George threw my chicken leg in maple syrup then said very loudly, "Look it's swimming, it's swimming."

Am very amazed with his 'intelligence'

9:41 AM:

Do you know how boring History of Magic is?

"And the house elf revolt of 1962-"

Hermione, of course was thrilled. "WE SHALL BE FREE!"

"You mean they?" Ronald Weasley inquired.

And Hermione (ugly skirt girl, who doesn't even have the good grace to roll it up and make it look presentable, or to brush her tangly hair, and heck, maybe if she didn't slurp up the syrup on her plate she'd look better) simply said, "No, we."

Then she said, "I believe we have all evolved from house elves."

Oooooh my Merlin.

I am in the land of freaks.

These people are so psycho.

10:29 AM:

Am feeling very self-conscious now.

Things wrong with me:

-Could possibly have evolved from ugly house elf, and at one time ancestors may have looked like a female version of Dobby, this is disturbing in itself.

-Have big ears. That, George calls "my little pompidoos"

-Have big nose. Used to think I had nice nose until Parvati put a bracelet on it, and it just stayed there. Like bloody ring toss or something.

-Feet don't look very good. They are v. ugly indeed.

-Ugly school uniform.

11:11 AM:

Hermione says we should all be 'positive' (is positive thinking we evolved from that, thing also known as Dobby?) So, because I am incredibly bored, and have no life other than the sprinkled donut next to be I will write GOOD things about myself.

-I like dinosaurs. Like. A lot.

-I'm dating my soon to be (well, uh-) hubby George!

-A donut is right in front of me

-I am in perfect view of Ronald Weasley and his cute little freckled face.

-No Hermione to be seen.

-Ugly feet are covered up.

There we have it folks.

Oh yes I am also a prodigy.

Well, a self-proclaimed one.

1:34 PM:

Am thinking about being self-proclaimed gorgeous one in which all must bow down to me.

Have officially named self, "gorgeous one"

Have made shrine to self.

I now address myself as "gorgeous one" and tell others to do the same. Unless they want to be beat to death by my chicken (s).

Yes, the "gorgeous one" has chickens who surround her "castle" (ugly dormitory) these chickens cluck.

CLUCK.

2:01 PM

Feel v. special now.

EGO BOOST!

"Georgeous one." Get it, GEORGE? HAHA.

No.

"Gorgeous one"

Oh yes.

Have made self incredibly beautiful in order to fit new description of "gorgeous one" I actually put on some lip-gloss.

This is, obviously an improvement.

8:12 PM:

"The people" are not accepting me as gorgeous as originally stated. Actually, no one even noticed. But then again, people always hate 'authority' and I so obviously am better than them. They are jealous of my beauty.

Where's my chickens when I need them?

CLUCK!

I'm sure when George said, "Hey chicken thigh! Pass me the jelly!"

He really meant, "Hey 'gorgeous one' you ready to snog?"

Oh yeah.

I'm sure of it.

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