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Various notes
May. 25th, 2011 08:10 amAs I flip through the pages of my book for the last day or so, it's interesting to note that the majority of other people's entries (and my own) consist of Private Messages. As much as I use and value the PM system, I have to admit that I do miss the days when people would simply log their schedules, comment on recent events, or just say something utterly daft and laughable. People still do that, mind; just seems as if it all gets overwhelmed by the surplus of PMs.
So, in light of this observation, I am planning a return to more public postings, and I hope that some of you lot reading will do the same.
Getting closer to the end of the term is always an odd time. Everyone can feel the hols building in the air, and that, along with the pleasant weather, makes it really tempting to just faff about and play portkey, or go for a fly around the lake. But then there's all this building pressure too, with more revising, upcoming exams, and the summer YPL stuff.
So, if anyone wants to come to a combined study-and-games/music-after session, let me know and I'll see if I can organise something snitch.
Mother: I hope you received my package and that it found you in good spirits.
Crabbe: Where's my France-Bulgaria quidditch programme? If you've sopped up your juice with it or something then we will have problems, you and I. I hope you're not hanging onto it because you're actually trying to read it, because it's written in French, genius. Goyle was convinced for a while that it was just really strange handwriting.
Harry: Has your Father said yet what you'll be doing this summer? You'll get to stay with us for a while, right?
So, in light of this observation, I am planning a return to more public postings, and I hope that some of you lot reading will do the same.
Getting closer to the end of the term is always an odd time. Everyone can feel the hols building in the air, and that, along with the pleasant weather, makes it really tempting to just faff about and play portkey, or go for a fly around the lake. But then there's all this building pressure too, with more revising, upcoming exams, and the summer YPL stuff.
So, if anyone wants to come to a combined study-and-games/music-after session, let me know and I'll see if I can organise something snitch.
Mother: I hope you received my package and that it found you in good spirits.
Crabbe: Where's my France-Bulgaria quidditch programme? If you've sopped up your juice with it or something then we will have problems, you and I. I hope you're not hanging onto it because you're actually trying to read it, because it's written in French, genius. Goyle was convinced for a while that it was just really strange handwriting.
Harry: Has your Father said yet what you'll be doing this summer? You'll get to stay with us for a while, right?
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