Not only is my 12 year old sister the same height as me,
But her pants are 2 sizes bigger than mine, and her boobs are pretty much the same size as mine. If not, bigger. My mom bought me two adorable pairs of size 3 jeans, and they were too big on me. So guess who gets them? Allison.
"Wow dog U such a liar u nutin but a blak fag thats why you rape girls.FUCK YOU."
That is the Myspace status of a girl I haven’t talked to in a year, who I hardly knew anyway. She came up to me in the hallway the other day, telling me about her rape scenario and started crying at me and Kenny. I am so sick of everyone telling me about getting raped. I’m going to start passing out whistles.
And for future reference, when you ask me if I want to know about something, and I say no, please do NOT tell me anyway. >.>
What happens to Harry Potter when you replace the 'D' in wand with a 'G'?
"Why aren’t you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an’ everything.
A magic wang… this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
"Yes, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn’t a question. "You have your mother’s eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "
Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry’s wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, ‘Alohomora!"
The troll couldn’t feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry’s wang had still been in his hand when he’d jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll’s nostrils.
He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll’s nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.
He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.
"Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding…. Any second now, he might hear his mother again… but he shouldn’t think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn’t want to… or did he?
Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang.
Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
"Get - off - me!" Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.
I’m the first to blame, and the first to accept that I should take the blame. I feel like I keep screwing everything up. I don’t feel like I’m being a good enough girlfriend, or friend, or even person today. Thank God tomorrow is a day off. I don’t like confrontation. I’m just going to go play The Sims and eat until I feel better. Because I’m the only person I should keep worrying about. That’s how I got my boyfriend, and all my friends. But then when I start caring more about them the way I’d want them to care about me and trying to be the best I can to them, they start getting upset with me more and more often. And I want to be more like the person I was when they first met me, that way they can remember why they liked me in the first place. But I can’t even remember who I was because I’ve changed so much, whether it be for the better or for worse. I’m just sick of crying about everything. I need to grow up.