klena | Worn me down, like a road

I -was- going to comment on the 12th because I AVOIDED THE FUCKING T.V and only found out how it went late last night and today but I'm not. Here are just the headlines:
- Tourists caught in riot
- Pensioners bus attacked returning from bingo
- Police attacked as parade passes
- Three hurt in city disturbances
- Bomb discovered on railway line
- Woman is raped while at Bonfire
- Officer's stolen weapon recovered.

And that was just the headlines. Fucking hell. Great fucking country I live in.

Anyways, fuck talking about that. Here, for my own amusement.

trowicia felt guilty for not having read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in ages so I did a really ghetto quick summary. Here is said summary:

HERE, a summary of PS!

Harry - thinks he normal. Talks to snakes though. As you do. Magical letters appear. Drives adopted family crazy as the coconut. Giant appears - "'Ere 'arry, yar a Wizard." 'oh. Ok then.' Wizarding world is random. Goes to Hogwarts - shares food with Ron. Harry + Ron - friends.
Hermione = bossy. Boy's make Hermione cry - TROLL APPEARS - Defeat troll, trio formed. Mirror shows desires, Harry becomes an addict, Dumbledore cuts him off, Harry play Quiddich, Everyone thinks Snape is OMG!EV1L. Giant 3-headed dog, put him to sleep - pass puzzles and face unassuming twitching professor who happens to have The Dark Lord in the back of his head. Typical. Harry burns HIM PRECIOUS. Dumbledore smacks the professor down, Harry passes out. Is sent a toilet seat and sweeties. All is lollypops and candy-canes.
There's also some stuff at school and dragons. Your typical Scottish boarding school, I think.

Hahaha, this is why I shouldn't be let out in the world. Also, stolen from

trowicia who I am going to spam with stuff about me when I come back from down the street:

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes office supplies."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal. Or not. Not like I'm gonna come after you with a gun if you don't.

Right. Kick Matthew out of his bed - then down the street I go~!