My Note: We all need laughter in times of, well, bad things. War is upon us (and it stinks so bad!) and I think we all need something to make us laugh. At least for a while.

Thanks to:

ArwenUndomiel: Not at first, but now I know who you are!

Dana: Hogwarts Hangover...brilliance. Fanfiction.net can be a pill sometimes what can I say?

Heather: Silly goose, all veelas are evil.

Melli: 'Course I'm a girl! Homework is terrible! I've got some tonight!

Mira: It 'still' amazes me that people find me funny; it almost makes me go into a hyperventilating attack, because I just so, am not, funny.

Lord of the snitch 48: Buddha Pride!

Evol Norgara: Yup there aren't many other ways to spell Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday. Lol. I haven't eaten candy since Ash Wednesday! Tis hard!

Riposte: This story is, NEVERENDING!

The Psychedelic Turtles: Everyone seemed to love the 'spiked' theme of chappy seven.

Orio Cookie. EVERYONE gets drunk.

Hannirose: BDA (Butterbeer Drinkers Anonymous) hmm? Is that what you want? I got a kick out of that.

Somethings in the basement: Why, thank you!

Lemon the kitty: Buddha IS cool.

Crystal Queen: I know! I feel absolutely terrible for not updating sooner.

Silver: I enjoyed that part myself.

I am amazed by these reviews. SOO amazed. I love you all! Peace in the Middle East!
~*~*~*Been There Done That*~*~*~

5:15 PM:

So I'm sitting on a bench, and veela and MY boyfriend start walking towards me. The agony! The horror! The little dumbo.

I come to find out her name is "Reezo." What sort of name is Reezo? Bloody heck get yourself a halfway decent name. I brought this up to her.

"What sort of name is Reezo?" I asked her and she started crying and said, "It was my great great grandma's name she passed away before I was born."

And then I said, "Are you crying because your name is Reezo or because your Grandma died?"

Which, I have to admit was a bit unsympathetic. But so was Reezo's trying to kill me with an overdose of spiked punch and donuts.

But of course George loves me more than he could ever love Reezo anyways-

After all, I don't look 'perfect'-

Wait, wouldn't he want someone perfect looking?

Of course not?

My rather large ears just add on to my beauty!

Right?

Someone assure me.

And then there's my feet-

Won't get into it.

Well, at least I'm prettier than Scarlet Traies. Although she did dislocate her nose, is over nine hundred pounds and wears goopy glitter eyeliner.

Wait, I wear goopy glitter eyeliner. I have a funny shaped nose. And, if I keep eating like I'm eating now, I could eventually weigh nine hundred pounds.

What an evil world we live in.

5:33 PM:

Diet? Maybe?

How about I stop eating cookies?

How terrible would that be though! Think about it, no yummy cookies. And then, people would say, "Why can't you try my cookie?"

And you'd say, "Diet."

And they'd say, "Puh-leaze. You are far too gorgeous and skinny for that sort of thing."

And you'd say, "I know. Now pass me that cookie or I'll hit you with my pan."

5:43 PM:

Lah-tee-dah.

Alicia is, incredibly dumb. She was telling me today that she 'loves everyone.'

And I said, "Even the professors?" And she goes, "No, I hate them."

Yeah, I'm sure she loves EVERYONE. Uhuh.

6:11 PM:

BACON BITS!

CHEDAR BITS!

9:19 PM:

D'you know Alicia is still going out with Marcus. Listen to this direct quote from the banshee.

"You know, Kates, I'll marry Marcus, of course, the blazing hottie. We'll get married; my parents will fall in love with him, but EW, not as much as I've fallen in love with him of course. Wouldn't it be wrong if my parents fell in love with him? Totally. I'll work at the donut store near our cottage, and he'll work as a chimney sweep, then we'll have children. Smoochies and Drackie will be our children. Isn't it adorable?"

She really is 'that' mentally insane.

7:45 AM:

Another beautiful day in captivity. As the anarchists would call it.

I'm not an anarchist, really. But c'mon now they're serving us prisoner food here!

Think about it.

Frozen peas. Chicken legs. Or was that the food I found in the dumpster?

Wait.

8:12 AM:

I am going au' natural today!

No makeup. At all.

Because makeup takes away from the internal value and just brings external attention.

All I put on was some lip-gloss, mascara, eyeliner, blush, eye shadow, and a bit of foundation! That's it!

And I curled my eyelashes.

Goodbye external-ness.

8:30 AM:

Am getting no attention for makeup. Self is gorgeous. But under- appreciated. I wonder if this was how Napoleon felt. Poor short guy on big horse. Napoleon was gorgeous, ahhh and under-appreciated. However, he was worshipped in some places.

Am I worshipped in some place?

One can only hope.

12 PM:

Am working on clay model of self, as 'statue' or such. Self looks very ugly with blue clay head and big flesh coloured clay ears.

And I won't even begin to talk about my feet.

They're all lumpy and big.

And then there's my purple stomach.

It's evil, I'm telling you.

No wonder Napoleon committed suicide he had to look at all of those terrible pictures/statues of himself!

Wait, Napolean didn't kill himself. But he would, if he could, I'm sure.

1:09 PM:

Veela girl. Is just plain obnoxious.

She needs to get her hands off of my man

Because I can hit her with a pan.

Rhyming words is fun. And educational.