these etchings scar the face

totally ruled.

I've watched the movie twice already, technically on the same day (opening thursday at midnight meant 12.15a friday; start at 11p friday, twenty-two hours later).

So hardcore.

It upsets me to discover that the "ultimate bitchslap" of the ending reveal was shown in some trailers. Grr! That ruins the surprise.

Ahh. I can't wait for next summer. AHH! It's worse than waiting for book seven.

(since you have to keep paying 10 bucks to "read" the latest until it's unavailable)

It's very bizarre when two of one's friends break up, and one gets the story from both parties, each pretty much unknowing that one is getting the same-but-different story from the other.
Especially when neither is really to blame.

I put this here, on my more Fanfic journal, because I wanted to say that, but I quite obviously can't put it on my personal-life journal, because both members are my friends on that account, and I would not want to be made uncool in either's opinion.

Even though I met one through the other, I still want to be friends with both. Awkwardness and weirdness, but of course I'll always give priority to the one I met first.

Mmm. I sold a painted road dot for $30 today and I am EXCITED.
It was this one:
.
The guy paid more than I asked because he loves me. I like having awesome friends. Especially if said awesome friends decide to give me money.

Yay for money. Now I can buy half of a text book. Huzzah!

Argh I need a job. I just realized on days I have three classes (total time spent in classrooms: 3 1/2 hours), I'm going to be out of the house for over 10 hours. That's because there's an hour long break between each class (that's two), and buses. Ahhhahahah.

I think what I'm going to do, is find a cute geeky boy that lives near the college in my arabic class, seduce the crap out of him, date him, then convince him to let me crash at his place during the week so I don't have to spend twenty hours on the bus going home and back to school. Hahaha, "Will Slut Out For Shelter"

Ah, I thought this was amusing, several weeks after the fact.

A couple weeks ago, I went with some friends to a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show - the kind where they have extra actors performing along with the movie. Well, because it was opening week for Goblet of Fire at that particular theater, all of the actors portraying characters in Rocky horror were dressed up as characters from harry potter. It was... amusing, to say the least.

Dr. FranknFurter was Dumbledore (which makes the rest of the character interactions, to quote the narrator, "Worst! Fanfiction! Ever!"), Rocky was Voldemort (I later got a lapdance from him for $4 - he had an inappropriate erection through the entire show AND lapdance so it was very awkward since he thought I looked like a kid. poor guy); RiffRaff was Filch, Magenta was "A Slytherin Student" (because they are LAME).

Freakiest: Columbia was Trelawney; Eddie was Snape. (Ahhhhh Snape/Trelawney = Brain Explosion!)
So when FranknFurther/Dumbledore killed Eddie/Snape, people shouted "Wait! It's the other way around!!"

The Narrator was Lupin; I think Brad and Janet were supposed to be James and Lily, because Harry wound up being the gymnastic horse thing that Dr. FnF/Dumbledore gives Voldemort, and then proceeds to ride very sexually. So... Dumbledore/Harry/Voldemort. Ahhh. And Dumbledore/James, Dumbledore/Lily. And er982bsg Snape/Trelawney.

BRAIN EXPLOSION.





... I should go back when they play it again, though since it's every fortnight I have no idea if it will be this saturday or next. Hmm.

Nobody reads this, but that's okay.

New quarter at community college in a couple weeks, I am excited. Arabic class will likely be very fun, as, I think, will be choir.
I don't even remember on what my sociology class is focusing. Ah well.
I'm worried about affording tuition (poor!), and I really hope I get at least ten credits for my AP scores. Actually, I'm rather positive I'll get the five for history and the five for politics, but man, would it really really be nice to get that extra ten from english. Ten! I wouldn't have to take english until I transfered to a four-year in that case. Haha! Oooh excitement. That, and having a bonus 20 credits just to start off with, starting late, would let me finish on-time, so I'd end up at a four year in junior year like everyone I know who started straight-off.

I'm re-reading Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme because yesterday I had to look up spices for chicken pot pie. How bizarre!
Anyway. I had mixed up the order (I thought it was Rosemary Sage Parsley and Thyme, which for some reason flows better in my brain), so it took forever to find. Ah well.

I should probably make the important calls before I get sucked into story. Ahhh.

In other news: I'm reading the Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy series. British writers are hilarious! It's just so innocuous and clever. I should attempt to visit there, if not move there, sometime in my life. It would be so nice.

Anyway. That was my look, real life, post for here. Maybe I'll update again on my life when I start taking arabic? Maybe. That would be so cool. Yay foreign languages!

In other news, boys? Boys are crazy. So are girls. I'm in extreme like to a boy who is in somewhat-decent like to me (or, was, two months ago, when he told me so), but is dating another girl (whom he was dating two months ago, when he told me he was in somewhat-decent like to me to a greater extent than he was to her); now, the boy's off-and-on best friend since the dawn of time likes me, and I don't know what I think about that (he is pretty cute, but my god does he flirt with everyone! and is constantly making out with guys). This, not even worrying about my off-and-on stalker/friend since the dawn of time who apparently has been harboring super-death round extreme like to me since the dawn of time. Arg.



Reminder: when talking to boys who apparently like you, don't multitask by also reading hot hot slash!
I hope I don't date the guy I like's bff who likes me simply because I was so giddy about rereading Cambiare Podentes: Invocare.

So! Phonecall, Parsley.

even though it came out quite a while ago, I was looking at a picture of Sirius from the third movie, on the Wanted Poster, and saw the Prisoner number, which was two runes, and 390.

So, being bored, I looked up the runes.

The first one, which looks like an X, is Gebo, which means "Gift".
The second, which looks like a bird's foot, or a Y with an extra line (so the base breaks off into three directions, not two), is Algiz. That one means "Protection".

Odd for classifying a prisoner, I think, but perhaps appropriate for what Sirius was to Harry?
Hmm.

They're funny and weird. Like Snarry? Instantly makes me smile because it's cute. Even when the pairing... isn't, sometimes.

Anyway, I was thinking
(this is likely a bad thing. Oh freaking well)
what would the Severus Snape / Lily Evans one combine as?
I don't think I've ever seen a combination for it.
Would it be "Snans"? Because that's weird. So's Evape.
Severly? Looks like a misspelling. Liverus sounds like a very disgusting dish.
So.. Lipe? Snily, or just Sily? Hm
Though my personal favorite of these would probably be Sevans.
Being, sevens.
7s.

I want to ship the ship that's a number.
7s!

I've decided that Stabbing Westward is essentially the best band for songs that can be easily interpreted to suit the Snape/Harry dynamic/relationship.

That is all.

I'm currently reading , a story on FF.net that came out years and years ago because I keep seeing it reccomended around. So the writing itself is pretty... um, stylistically weird. The syntax is very strange. But it's ever so much fun to read aloud.
Maybe I just like the sound of my own voice, but reading the descriptions young!Snape and time-hopping-pseudonym!Harry had for one another was deliciously hilarious. That short, spikey hair, those unnaturally green eyes.
This is fun.
Though maybe I should cut down on the sugar.

"I will do this last thing, and I will be done.

"You will not send your Aurors, you will not have him arrested, or maimed, or tortured, or killed, or mistreated in any way.

"I will do this thing, and I will be done."

It had been months since Voldemort had finally died, long summer months, before Harry Potter confronted Severus Snape for revenge.

He had taken over number 7, Privet Drive, after the street had been abandonned.

Harry had entered the house brazenly, wand at the ready, to see Snape with his back turned, staring out the sitting-room window. Harry raised his wand.

"Typical Gryffindor," Snape said to the window, not bothering to turn to face the wand, "you rush in to danger without the slightest bit of foresight or stealth, yet think by saying nothing you're being tricky."

Harry clenched his teeth, while the door behind him swung open and closed in the harsh wind.

"Snape."

"No respect, either. And I'll expect no gratitude or apologies--"

"Gratitude? Apologies?" Harry spat out the words in anger. "For what should I be grateful? For what should I apologize?"

"After all the times I saved your life--"

"You killed Dumbledore." It was a cold, harsh statement as it left Harry's lips, though there was no ring of accusation or confusion; simply a statement.

"And you killed the Dark Lord," Snape replied with the same inflection, "so we're even."

Harry shook his head, even if Snape refused to look his way. "We'll never be even."

"So you've come to kill me? Pity. I was catching up on my literature."

Harry was silent, still tensed with controlled fury, wand drawn, as the door once again slammed against the wall. Papers and parchment looking so foreign in the damaged Muggle sitting room shuffled in the gust.

Finally, Snape turned his head, face in profile against the grey light of dawn.

"Oh yes," he whispered, "of course. You won't, while my back is turned. Are you afraid of Valkyries, Potter?"

Harry did not move, but finally, Snape turned completely to face him. His hands were empty, his face drawn and worn, as though he were closer to Dumbledore's age at death than Harry's at present. His hair, greasy and matted, had the beginnings of gray at the temples; his eyes still held that dark shadow of anger and death. They stared at one another for a great span of infitismal time.

"If you're going to kill me, Potter, get to it already, or lower your wand so I can make His Saviorship some tea." Harry, again, shook his head in response.

"No, Snape. It ends here."

Snape crossed his arms, sneering. "If you so insist. I should very much hope you didn't tarry this much when killing the Dark Lord?"

The smile that crossed Harry's face was perverse with a joy that did not belong on his still-youthful face, that of screams and bloodshed and grantless mercy. "With you," he said with his teeth showing too much, "I have all the time in the world."

Snape had the audacity to yawn. "Well, could you speed it along? If you're burdened with curiousity you're more than welcome to defile yourself with whatever you can ransack from this hovel, but I'd rather you stopped wasting my time." A smirk crossed Snape's face, malicious and dark with glee. "At least when I murdered that bloody fool who trusted me so entirely I was swift about it."

Harry's hands shook, and as he shouted his voice hitched, "Don't you speak about Dumbledore like that!"

And, with a smirk of pure pettiness and spite, Snape said, simply,
"Make me."



Snape didn't even attempt to dodge; he simply closed his eyes against the onslaught of green magic, filled and powered by all Harry's foolishness and hatred and hurt.

When Snape's body slid to the floor, Harry stared at the chaos of the house and the awkward angle at which the body lay on the ground. Harry dropped his wand, and joined the parchments and books scattered across the carpet, his own body shaking in anger and sorrow.

Killing Snape hadn't brought back any lost souls;
It just shattered Harry's.

Changelings
G
180 words
Petunia-centric

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( Changelings )

Though since no one knows me yet, no one will likely notice this.

This is "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort", as told through the Historic Tale Construction Kit, which compiles elements from the Bayeux Tapestry.

Without further ado, the story!

( The Rise and Fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort )</p>

Fond regards,
Terra Belle

I'm having lots and lots of fun on the "Drabble-Matic". It's very cool. Madlibs for slash! Woo.
I like getting random segments, like

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a terrible voice lifted angrily up in song. 'I'm dreaming of a dark Christmas / Just like a teardrop in the fire'. Harry ran to the door. It was Severus, looking hard all over with snow.

and

They killed each other's torso until they knocked the Christmas tree over. On Christmas Day, they ate roasted snake and lived bitterly until Harry got drunk again.

...

"Your neck must hurt angrily," Severus said. "I think this will help." And he killed Harry several times.

They celebrate by putting up Christmas couches. I am in love.

"What is it?" Harry cried quickly.

"Your torso! And your neck!" Severus said. "They're unseemly! Can't you feel it?"

Harry felt his torso and his neck. They were indeed quite unseemly. "Oh, no!" Harry said. "I'm a woman!"

This is the absolute best one, though:

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the snake, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a teardrop in the fire.

Harry screamed angrily and ran but the snow snake chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow snake killed him bitterly.

"Nobody does that to my little Unseemly Couch," Severus screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow snake through the neck. It fell down and Severus kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

Fun times. That's all.

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Yo.

If for some reason you're here... hi. This is my "I like Harry Potter" journal, for fangirling and maybe even writing someday. Or something.
Whatev.