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June 2007
Sat, Jun. 2nd, 2007 05:48 pm

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Sun, May. 20th, 2007 01:07 pm

Just because you're sick is no excuse to slack off. Do you see me slacking off? No, and I seem to be coughing up the entire mucus lining of my throat every two hours. If I can work around that then there's no reason why you can't either.

This goes for the Pride and Prejudice cast and crew, especially. The show must go on, and once I'm all better if I find out that you still can't remember your lines I will give you an absolute hiding. You have been warmed.


Sun, Apr. 15th, 2007 08:39 pm

I have a few things to say on the subject of the trading cards that have been going around. Firstly, I realise that they are 'all in good fun', a phrase I am sure someone is going to hit me with sourly, since what I am about to say might seem like I am disparaging the moral characters of the makers, which I am not. It is merely a conclusion I have come to through observation.

One thing I have observed, but which I cannot understand, is the need to thank the makers of said cards if you received a high ranking. If you came in the top three, or whatever, hooray for you, but all it means is that the makers hold you in the greatest esteem. There's no need to thank them. It's a bit like saying 'gosh, I'm so thankful that you love me'. No one does that. It's just ridiculous pandering to people who don't have the right to judge you. If you're #1, it's because you're funny, smart, awesome, etc - not because someone said so. There's no need at all to feel grateful.

I don't think that the measure of someone's sense of self-worth can be quantified by one or two people's subjective rankings in comparison to others. Being #1 doesn't mean you're a better person than #15. All it means is that the makers like you better. But that in turn doesn't mean anything, since anyone else would obviously have a different opinion.


Wed, Feb. 28th, 2007 10:46 pm

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Thu, Feb. 22nd, 2007 03:01 pm

All this squabbling about Quidditch training time highlights exactly what is wrong with today's society. Do I notice anyone complaining that the only useful senior Potions texts have all been checked out of the library by me? No, I don't, and frankly I'm a little concerned. Think about your future, people!

On a more rational point, I think it hardly matters how much training you're going to do now. The season is half over; any extra training you may do now might even exhaust your team. You've had months to get it together, anyway. I assume by this stage you're all well capable of physically doing whatever role you have on the pitch, so time would be better spent discussing tactics, which you can do anywhere, anytime.

Besides, there is always an element of chance in every game and when push comes to shove luck always triumphs over hard work.


Mon, Feb. 5th, 2007 08:45 pm

I would like to apologise for likening you all to sheep in my last entry. It was an over-reaction on my part though some people were being really stupid about it all and I'm sorry. You're not sheep. You've been upgraded to goats.

It's never too early to think about your career. I've already sent expressions of interest to several potential employers. Don't leave it till the summer when everybody will be doing the same; get in there now!


Mon, Jan. 22nd, 2007 04:24 pm

You know, sometimes I don't like being Head Boy very much. I know, it's hard to believe that I could even contemplate not being in a position of authority and having such a grand thing to put on my C.V, but sometimes the job isn't all it's cracked up to be. For one, my'position of authority' isn't exactly like being Joint Supreme Ruler of the Universe, where I would have a special wand to zap morons off my planet, but rather like being a shepherd watching a flock of sheep and what do sheep care for authority? They don't know that the shepherd is in charge. They just want to eat grass, frolic and not be eaten by wolves or fall off cliffs. I think that's pretty much what Morag and I do nowadays - stop you from panicking at the slightest disturbance so you don't all charge about willy-nilly.

I was a little shocked to discover that all my shirts are now pink, but once I learned that almost everyone else's attire had been similiarly pinkified, I got over it, and I was even more than a little thankful. Put it this way; do you honestly think that somehow enchanting thousands of articles of clothing simultaneously is something that a student could do? I don't think so, and since it's pretty easy to conclude that it's more than just a prank, think about how much worse than pink your clothes could be. I've made a list:

1. They could all contain itching powder.
2. They could all have the texture of cardboard.
3. They could all be full of holes.
4. They could all make you break out into a rash upon contact.
5. etc, etc, etc.

Personally, if I had the power to change thousands of clothes at once and I hated you all I'd go with #4 on my list. An unknown assailant had the power to destroy us all and yet all they did was change our clothes to the colour pink. What a lucky escape for us. Stop being so vain and have a little dignity, would you?


Thu, Jan. 18th, 2007 01:23 pm

I don't think it's wise for someone to be speaking at this time of night considering how much coffee they've drunk which probably means that it's the caffeine speaking and not me but since it's the caffeine speaking it's probably why I'm about to say this even though I don't particularly mean it but some things have to be said and maybe it'll make some people think well one person think I don't care if the rest ignore it really because it has been irking me and I don't like being irked it's unproductive so without further ado:

There are some really attractive members of the student body. But not you, Cad. Yes. Very attractive. Ergo, I am attracted to them.


Fri, Jan. 12th, 2007 05:28 pm

I'd really like to write for this paper that Nott is starting, but I'm not sure what, exactly.