LONGEST. BLOG. EVER.

"I may cry when I see you…"

NOTHING could EVER match the bond that Katherine Elizabeth Gates and I have. NOTHING. She is forever and always my best friend in the entire world, and my sister even longer than that. 

And she comes home in ONE WEEK. One could never express my joy.

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So, here's the story, here's the thing…

1. I don't really like the other blog venue. I'm not a big fan of change with most things, and I guess this was just one of them. I already have my followers here, so there's no use in making my mom create a whole other profile just so that she can keep up with me. No sense in it at all.

So here I am.

2. I may or may not have pulled an all-nighter. You're thinking, "Oh, no big deal, an all-nighter, whatevs. Incorrect. I love my sleep. Sleep comes before school. If I get tired while I'm studying, or doing homework, I drop the crap and go to bed. Twisted priorities maybe, but my passion has nothing to do with ecological food pyramids or the fact that the ugly shrubbery found all over Australia is called Mallee Scrub and is related to Eucalyptus. I'm over school, and I'm burnt out. 

At any rate, I truly enjoyed my Developmental Psych class. Dr. Parker is to me my version of Professor Lupin, who would have undoubtedly been my favorite professor, had I been fortunate enough to have gotten my letter to Hogwarts. But that's a delicate subject and besides the point. Dr. Parker made class interesting and fun, and the man KNOWS what he teaches about, inside and out, and loves every single minute of it. 

So, yeah. For HIS exam, I stayed up. All night. Partly with Scott and ALL night with Justin. Here's what happened, strangely detailed:

At 9pm (Tuesday), I got off work, went home, gathered my things (as well as Kasey), and headed to the library. On the way, we stopped at a gas station to get my 32 oz of caffeine and one of those little packs of chocolate donuts. You know, the $0.89 ones. I hadn't had dinner, and it was all I could afford. So there.

At the 'brary, Kasey and I meet up with Scott at the little cafe section, and we chat and eat, and I succeed in finishing the 32 oz drink, so I buy another to pour in mah cup. 9:45 rolls around, and Justin joins the fun. He, Scott, and I are all in the same class. We sit there for a moment longer so Justin can eat his Subway, and then we head up to the 2nd floor to find a study room. Successful, we were. There we found some explicit things written on the windows of the room in dry erase marker. Many giggles were had. Delirium was already setting in. 

As soon as Scott and I got our notes up on MyBama, we were totes in a serious study haze. Justin went in and out, and Kasey and Andrew were being sillies. Anyway, we finished most of our study guide by about 2am, and headed home. 

Kasey went to bed. Thus, I went to work. Justin and I decided we would go ahead and make her birthday cake early and stay up all night doing it like we did with Daniel's. I was tired, but I agreed, wanting desperately to try a Pinterest idea for icing the cake. I had one layer of the cake already done by the time Justin came in, and my piping bag was set up. But before that, poor Daniel stumbled in. He had forgotten to take some things to the library so that he could finish up his choral compendium. He borrowed my flash drive and went to dress for the next day. He was planning on staying in the library until time for his final. He left frazzled, but dressed to kill. 

I only WISH this was the cake I made.

As I was slipping the second layer of chocolate fudge cake into the oven, Justin arrives. We watched Family Guy, typed up some notes, and waited for the cake to finish. Within the course of about an hour or so, I got the cake out, let it cool, shaved it down to size, pasted the two layers together with chocolate icing and covered the outside with white icing. A big ole fat chunk of cake fell off, and I pasted that back on with chocolate icing. Honestly, the cake looked like a S.A.M. (for those of you who don't know what that means, it's probably for the best, so let's just say it SUCKED). I was tired. And disappointed. 

BUT, I fixed it all okay when I put the Sour Patch Kids on the side and piped the top. It wasn't too bad. It was very colorful, which distracts from the fact that it looked like poop, but I was satisfied. I put it in the fridge, laid down on the couch with my blanket and pillow to watch a Star Wars episode of Family Guy, and PASSED OUT. I felt kind of bad for Justin, since I fell asleep while he was there, but he had my computer, so he was well entertained. 

POWER NAP is what it was. After 30-45 minutes, around 5am, I woke up and went to town. FULL of energy. I made birthday signs for Kasey, set signs up leading to her cake, wrapped the other sour patch kids bags in wrapping paper tied with tinsel from our Christmas decorations, Wrote her a few notes, decorated to the best of my ability with what I had (i.e. Harry Potter crap & a V mask), etc…

Justin sat there, highly amused with my power surge. I took pictures of everything, and by the time I finished it was 6am. Maybe a little after. Justin left to go back to the library to study for math, and I went back to sleep on the couch until 8. Jasper woke Kasey up, so she came out of her room into the living room. I sleepily pointed to the kitchen and mumbled, "Go look…!" She did so, and I think she loved it. :) And suddenly I was awake again, and I told her the events of the morning, in great detail, leaving nothing out. She, too, was amused. I don't really remember what all was said. 

Then we went back to sleep, but not until I texted everyone and their mother about random, crazy things, or wishing them luck on exams. I was so effing cheerful. And then I passed out again until it was time to wake up for the exam.

So. 10:30am. Got up and made myself some eggs and toast and headed out to school. The exam was 31 questions. You've got to be joking. But I feel like I did well on it. And Dr. Parker sent us home with a "Thank You, Students" slide show with a song and all of the baby pictures we sent to him that he liked to use for the power points (since it was DEVELOPMENTAL psych). It was sweet. And he ended the semester the way he always ended our classes:

"Teach your children well!" :)

THEN I went home and napped some more. Woke up and began to write this post, but never finished. Zacc and I went to get some Starbucks before we went to a rehearsal for Wesley's Lessons and Carols at his church in Fosters. That happens tomorrow night. And thank you for buying me coffee, Zacc. :) 

Um...yes, please!

Then we rehearsed at Moody. Sang a lot. Then it was time for church choir practice. Sang some more. Nearly fell asleep in practice, too. It was kind of funny. I was out of it. I kept zoning out. Plus, I was sitting between Mabs and Kathleen, so you know we didn't pay any attention. When I wasn't zoning out, I was laughing at them. 

Alright, moving this along, I promise. I'm going to add some pictures so as to keep your attention as you read. You better read.

SOOOOOOOOO after THAT I indulged Kasey and went over to Jonathan's for a little "YAY EXAMS ARE OVER" party, even though I was about to pass ouuuuut again. But I love all of the people that were there. And they loved the birthday cake! It was pretty tasty. And I played Mario tennis on the 64, which was loads of fun. Talk about letting your anger out! So all was bearable until about 12:30am when I was ready to cry...

Let me explain to you how I felt durning the course of the day. Three emotions, really.

CHEERFUL -------> HATEFUL & SARDONIC ----------> WEEPY & PATHETIC

"OMG, yay! I love everyone and everyTHING!"

"Omg, leave me alone before I say something hateful that I may or may not regret later."

"WHY AM I CRYING?!?!"

So, after falling asleep on and off at Jonathan's, we finally left. And yes, I cried in the car on the way home. No idea why. I was just THAT tired, I guess. 

So, now it's Thursday and I woke up at 11 something. 10 hours of sleep. And it's dark outside…? I guess it's supposed to rain? 

And Daniel's caught up on sleep, nerding out to Skyrim. 

PEACE.

Unfortunately...

...Bullies still exist after high school...


And it doesn't get any easier.

I Can't Sleep.

My mind is racing.

One thing that I truly and honestly dislike about myself is the mere fact that, when I decide I "fancy" a boy, I find myself back in middle school. I go all "stoopid" revert to my pre-teen ways. And then there's the part where I can't sleep because I'm thinking about it. Remember I told you I've never been in a relationship? So I think about, well, what happens if I get in one? What then? What do I do? How do I act? And then I remember that there's a one in a million chance of it happening anyway, so why bother? And then I dig myself into this nasty funk where I hate everyone, especially those who are "in love." Because I'm twelve again, and that's completely normal and acceptable.

Ugly ducklings.

Now I'm going to "Stumble" because I still can't sleep.

These bell pepper halves are upset that I can't sleep as well.

I just wanna be like this:

This made me LOL.

Ok, fine, I'm going to bed.

Vacation Conversation

Mom: Smell these new soaps I got. 

Me: [makes a face] That smells weird.

Mom: You're so mean to me… Smell this one.

Me: Smells like Windex.

Mom: [Looks offended] You are so full of shit.

[HAHA! I love you, Mooooom! And your Windex soap!]

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Me: Hey Sass!

Sassy: Meow...

Me: You gettin' so fat! He's gettin' so chubby! 

Sassy: Meow.

Me: My sweet boy...!!

Sassy: Meow...

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Kasey: Have you decided what we're doing tomorrow.

Me: I need to shave my legs.

Kasey: […] And after you shave your legs?

Me: Um. Probably need to eat something. 

Kasey: […] Okay… After that?

Me: [Laughing now] I'll probably need to take my morning dump…!

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm still single. I'm just too awesome for anyone. Simple as that. ;) Not really, though. Lol.]

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Mom: [has trouble getting some words out... Don't remember the convo] Bleh! Sounds like I've got a Case of the Kaseys! 

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MAD LIBS HIGHLIGHTS:

"My platypus has worms!" [Kasey spelled it "Plata Puss." xD

"It will generally be trippy and swirly with a chance of scattered unicorns near the coast."

"My music teacher says I'm a natural bird poop and have a good musical @$$. Perhaps when I get better, I will become a concert whore and give a recital at Carnegie Morgue. 

This is Stupid.

I read the rest of the questions on that 30 Day Challenge thing, and decided to quit. Again. Too many dumb questions. Like the last one. Anyway, I don't really have anything interesting to write about, so I'm going to post some awesome pictures I've found whilst "Stumbling."

So flipping creepy and so freaking cool at the same time.

Love it.

I just think this is cool.

I love soldiers, and I love cats. 

This is the sweetest thing ever. 

And I love it.

I'll be sure to have a gigantic tree in my back yard when I'm famous

so that all of my friends can have their own

little flying tent thing.

Pretty bird!

Da sweetest fing eva!!!!! ^_____^

These next few are just hilarious. And witty. And passive aggressive. 

All of which I am.

When I'm not being sweet. ^_^

Dear Unicorns,

Rude.

Why didn't you include the dragons in your complaint?

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Whenever we go out, 

the people ALWAYS shout.

Inside voices.

And last, but not least, my favorite letter:

Free. Of. Charge.

I got my Ed Sheeran CD today. I'm going to go sync it to my iPhone and fall asleep to it.

G'night, lovers.

Day Fifteen: A Photo of Somone You Fancy

Psych.

Okay, let's be realistic here:

#1. Who would ever do this? You're either setting yourself up for failure, ridicule, or rejection. Unless you're married, in a relationship, or just plain stupid.

#2. Who said I "fancy" anyone right now?

#3. What, are you 12? What kind of question is this?

Okay, so, supposing I was twelve. I'd be a smart twelve-year-old. If you haven't seen my last two posts, I'll just go ahead and tell you for a third time that I am madly in fancy with Rupert Grint. DUH. Realistically speaking, it's none of your biznass.

Oh, and I just want to remind everyone that THIS HAPPENED:

Got this jewel right before the third movie. Or maybe it was after... Oh, who cares, this is LEGIT.

Done & Done.

Day Fourteen: 5 Celebrity Crushes

#1: Rupert Grint. The man is just plain sexy. That's all there is to it. If there is ANYTHING that catches my eye, it's red hair and blue eyes. This man has it all. Plus an accent, which is an added bonus. He's beautiful. Ohmygoodness. Yum.

#2. James McAvoy. I just love him. He's precious in all of his movies. That and he's hot. That's what this post is about, right? Teh hotness? Right. Favorite appearances include: X-Men: First Class and Penelope.

#3: Jared Padalecki. One gorgeous hunk of man. My current obsession is the television show, in which he stars, Supernatural. Being a fan of the paranormal and really sexy guys, he's just a perfect choice. And again, the EYES. Oh, his eyes are lovely...

#4: Hugh Jackman. I had a dream a couple of years ago that I had his baby. It was a nice dream. And then, of course, you know, I had to wake up. Eff that.

#5: Jason Isaacs. Another Harry Potter star. Not my fault they have some rockin' actors. I love watching him play the antagonists. He's one smokin' bad guy!

Did I mention Rupert Grint???

So. Freaking. Gorgeous.

Day Thirteen: 3 Confessions

1. I've never been in an actual relationship. While THAT is no surprise, lately the idea of a relationship scares the hell out of me. As of right now, there really aren't any prospects. But I AM female, so I find myself day-dreaming about guys and relationships. I wouldn't know what to do if I were ever in a relationship. I wouldn't know how to function, how to react. I've never had the experience. Quite frankly, I don't have time for a guy. And I'm not looking. But it does worry me that I've never had the chance to experience a real relationship. How scary would it be for your first ever date in your late 20's that would blossom into a relationship end up proposing to you? But I guess if you know that person is the one, then they're the one. 

Terrifying.

2. I pick my nose occasionally. It just has to be done. Can't just leave those bats in the cave. Seriously…

3. I enjoy Harry Potter role playing. Not like, playing wizards in the park. No LARPing. Just writing. And I refuse to role play with any individual that can't at least write two or more PARAGRAPHS for each post. 

It's an outlet. And I love to write. Sue me. Plus, in the end, I ALWAYS end up with Ron Weasley. Score? I think so. It's like dreaming in letters.

Day Twelve: "I've been SHOT!"

Screen shot of your desktop background.

My background is a picture I took and edited myself. The only think on my desktop are pictures of the wedding this weekend that I've been working to edit before I put them on FB.

And that's pretty much it...

What a killjoy...

Til Death

This weekend, I went to Gulf Shores to celebrate for, not one, but TWO weddings! On the beach. And they couldn't have gotten any better weather! Both were beautifully done. Simple and gorgeous. Really, when you have the beach, what more do you need? A natural setting, lovely colors, waves for music, and extraordinary sunsets.

And, as always, I have this little game I like to play when I go to events such as this. It's called "Photographer." It's when I take my little dinky cannon camera and run around taking pictures of everything in site. Like I'm some professional or something. Really wish I was. I want one of those nice, big cameras. But...$$$. And then I do some amateur editing and put them on FB for the REAL photographers to scrutinize. Setting myself up for failure, sure, but they've all kept their comments to themselves so far. Totes fine.

Here are the "Mr. & Mrs." shots from each wedding:

 

So, this weekend has me thinking of my own wedding. Should I ever meet a reason for one. If not, then you'll all still probably have to indulge me and have a "Cat Lady Wedding" or something absurd like that so all of my "dreams" come true.

I already know what my something blue will be. Not gonna tell. #1, I don't know if Mom would like it, and #2, I'll not have you taking my idea. Not that you would, since almost all of my friends are now married anyway, but... you know. It's a trust thing. 

Also, I want to know if anyone has ever had a CAT in their wedding...? Would that be weird? I kind of want Jasper to be my ring bearer. You know, have Carly walk him down the aisle on a little harness thing. He would go insane. It's a thought, though. 

And of course I'll have both of my daddys walk me down the aisle. No question there.

I want BAGPIPES. Even if it's just one random guy, but I want bagpipes. Also, my reception will have a dance floor. Dads, have you got your checkbooks out? O_o You've got time, yet, don't fret.

Also, there will be a basket of disposable cameras at the door. You pick one up as you come in and you do not leave until the camera is full and back in that basket. :) 

I know my bridesmaid color.

There will be Scottish folk music at some point in time at the reception. And you'll just have to get over it.

I'll also be needing one of those guys that stands at the alter and actually GIVES you the ring and says all that "Death til" stuff. That would be UH-mazing. Taking applications as of 23 years ago. 

Bed time. G'night, lovers.

Day Eleven: Favorite Quotes

I have a BOOK full of my favorite quotes. And that book is 5 hours away from me, as I am at the gulf. So. We're just going to stick with the one's on my Facebook profile and the ones I can maybe try to remember off the top of my head. 


"You'll get married [to Ryan] and have cute telepathic babies... THEN my cute telepathic niece's and nephews will come over and scare Uncle John by telling him about the ghosts that live my house... and Ryan will get them to leave... and we'll all live happily ever after. :] I like my story." 
-Katie

"All groups, whether they're religious groups, political groups, or the book club down the street, have some people that make the whole group look like gaping assholes. The vast majority of fundamentalists, conservatives, liberals, creationists, evolutionists, etc. etc. are decent people. We just end up losing sight of that because the aforementioned gaping assholes are usually pretty loud."
-Steven Slupe 

"I love you way too much. I can feel my heart swell in my chest every time I see you. I swear there is something pulling me towards you all the time. I won't give you up for anything, and I'll do anything for you. Except, I can't stop kissing you," he added with a small flicker of a smirk before stealing another quick kiss. "But I'll do anything otherwise."


"Some people try to knock it out of you. But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales. I believe that once upon a time, long ago, they heard the music and followed it."
-August Rush

"Those who are wise will shine as bright as the sky, and those who lead many to righteousness will shine like the stars forever."
Daniel 12:3

"I hate, detest, and simply cannot bear a lie."
-Heart of Darkness

" If you want to know what a man's like, look at the way he treats his inferiors, not his equals."
-Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

"Edgar, on the other hand, displayed the true courage of a loyal and faithful soul: he trusted God; and God comforted him."
-Wuthering Heights!

"Oh, you'll love it. It's about a bunch of little boys running around looking for jewelry."
-Garrett on the subject of LOTR

"He has helicopter vibratto."
-James Seay

Ashley: Dogs have souls. They do.
James: No they don't. What about cockroaches? Do they have souls, too, then?
Ashley: Sure, why not?
Amy: What about spiders?! O.O
Ashley: Oh, I step on them; those b*tches can go to hell!
xDD

"People need to learn not to piss you off!"
-Arthur
"I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being."
-Moulin Rouge




I have a wedding to attend. So that's all you're getting. 

Day Ten: One Food + One Drink = Eternity

If you had to eat one food and drink one drink for the rest of your days, what would it be?

Okay, see, this is a loaded question. First of all, you'd want me to say water for my drink, right? "OMG, it's so healthy, and you'll live better, longer!" "*scoff* Are you kidding? Water is the ONLY think I drink. *hair toss*

Shut up, you waifs. 

Chances are, you're stranded on an island, and these are the only two things available. And between you and your volley ball, you'll more than likely be the first to "go," and it probably won't be long until then. Let's be honest. 

So make it good.

Mt. Dew is my ultimate weakness. But so is Milo's sweet tea. Probably the sweet tea. I can't give you a straight answer on that. But it totes won't be WATER! 

Food. It's not "My most favorite food EVER!!! :D", but I'd probably pick chicken. I mean...protein. You can cook it all kinds of ways. It would take longer to get sick of. 

So, BAM! What now??

End.

Day Nine: Pet Peeves

So, you know that "30 Day Challenge" thing I started, like, months ago? You know, the one where I got to "Day 8" and stopped? Well, I think I'm going to pick that up again since I don't have a whole lot to write about these days except how much I hate my job and my academic choices.

These are in no particular order, and could be added to in the future:

1. TyPiNg LiKe tHiS. You look like a moron. Even the twelve year olds out there need to learn now that it is NOT CUTE. It's not pretty, it doesn't make you special. It's stupid. S.T.U.P.I.D. Stupid.

2. Bad Grammar.

3. People that take their children/babies to Wal-Mart in the wee hours of the morning. Baby needs to be in bed, and kiddo over there has SCHOOL tomorrow! Dang.

4. Double negatives.

5. The word "ain't."

6. People that compare their inhalers with me, claiming that theirs is better because it has a counter on the back of how many inhalations you have left. [KASEY.]

7. People who invite you out somewhere, and then cancel. To go somewhere with ANOTHER person. Haters...

8. People that think they're God's Gift. I know a few too many.

9. A messy work station at the pharmacy. Drives me insane. While some people leave bottle foil and fresh packs all over their areas. TRASH. CAN.

10. People who assume FAR too much.

11. People who assume PERIOD. "To assume makes an ASSume out of assUme and assuME." No, wait; just you.

12. People who use my biggest fear to annoy me. You will NEVER get me to be okay with them. EVER. The only think you'll get is a slap in the face or a kick in the arse.

13. People who take me for granted. Maybe I'd think better of myself if YOU would give me a chance...

I'm sure there are more. Because I'm sure I'll b**** about it on here another time. It's hard to think of specific things on the spot.

i can has?!

Roommate Family Discussion 143.

[Scene 57: Living/ Dining Room].


The scene is set in the evening, at around 4:34PM in the Todhunter-DeShazo-Fuller household. Amy is seen sitting at the dining room table, now clean, eating tacos made by Daniel. She is waiting for cupcakes to bake. Kasey and Daniel are sitting on the couches on the other side of the room, eating their tacos and watching American Dad. Kasey looks to Amy:

Kasey: We need to host a foreign exchange student.

Amy: [without a beat] Only if it's a male.

Kasey: Duh. From Australia. Or Ireland. Or Scotland. Or anywhere that has an accent.

[A/N: Everywhere has an accent, Kasey...]

Amy: Yeah.

Daniel: It has to be a girl.

Amy: We already said it has to be a boy, Daniel. You're late.

Daniel: Well, I want a girl.

Amy: **** you.

[A/N: Sorry, Mom...]

Daniel: Then I guess we're not getting a foreign exchange student.

Silence. The discussion is over.


Scene.

Quarantine.

[Scene 32: Amy's Room.]

Amy is seen wandering around her room, aimlessly, with a trash bag in one hand. Kasey walks down the hall, stops at her bedroom door, which is next to Amy's, and stares.

Kasey: [Waits...] What are you doing?? [Her voice is congested. She is clearly sick.]

Amy: [Looks up at Kasey, genuinely confused.] I don't know... [She is clearly struck with Plague as well.]

Kasey: Are you cleaning?! 

Amy: [Extremely confused now, and a little upset. She coughs.] Yeah...?! 

Kasey turns and walks away towards the living room. Amy continues picking things up, her head a muddled, snotty mess. Kasey coughs. Amy sneezes.

[Scene.]

"You're a WITHARD, Harry!"

Yes, that's with a lisp. Because it's funnier in that way.


Lumos.


I woke up this morning to a phone call from Christina. Initial thoughts: Damn you, why are you calling me so early? Rite Aid hasn't even OPENED, yet! But then I think, after I've rejected her call, Wait a minute... she's totes my BFF for life. What if something's wrong?! The phone rings again. OMRowling, something's WRONG! (See what I did there?) 


Me: [still unable to speak clearly, despite my alarm] Hedfkgkfbefllo?


Christina: [almost cutting me off] SIGN INTO POTTERMORE.


Me: [OhmercifulheavenlyFather, she's fine! Muffled] Wha??


Christina: POTTERMORE. NO LETTER. BUT SIGN IN! POTTERMORRRRRRRE!


Me: [I curse under my breath, here. Sorry, Mum. And children.] I'm putting you on speaker phone...


Christina: [I was obviously still mumbling] WHAT?!


Me: SPEAKER. PHONE. 


I fumble for Greenie Bean who is sitting on the chair next to my bed that holds up the box fan that is to always blow in my face at night, because my body is in a never-ending state of HELL. I can only imagine what menopause will mean for me... At any rate, I opened Greenie Bean (My laptop) and get to Pottermore. I've received no owl (e-mail), by the way, stating my acceptance into Hogwarts. Which further convinces me that Errol was doing the delivering. Bloody bird... I try signing in... AND I'M IN!!! 


Me: I'M IN! I'M IN!!


Christina: OH MAH GAH, YAY!!!


[Dramatizations my seem to be more dramatic than they actually occurred... For the most part...]


Me: WHAT HOUSE AM I IN?! WHAT WAND?! -drools Pottermore-


Yet again, I can only ever IMAGINE what Pottermore Drool would look like. It would probably depend on what House you're sorted in...


Christina: Calm down! I have to go get ready for work...I haven't showered yet!


Me: Have fun, I'm playin' HARRY POTTERRRR!


And thus, I refused to get ready for class until I was sorted. Which I'm still confused about. I have pictures and such to show of my journey, by the by, but as a general rule, I don't think I'm allowed to post those yet as to not ruin the excitement for the rest of my Pottermore Family that hasn't yet received their owl. But yeah, back to the House thing. I'm a Hufflepuff?? O_o


"You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are Just and Loyal. Those Patient Hufflepuffs are True and Unafraid of Toil."


I'm Just, yeah. I'm Loyal, to the core. Patient? NO WAY. And I ain't neva scared! So I guess it's true a little bit. Tonks was a HuffleDEEpuff. And look at her? She's awesome. And married Lupin! Talk about a WOLF call! *whistles* Let's find some more cool things...

My Little Pony was a Hufflepuff?! THAT'S WHAT'S UP!

True story.

My Homeslice! YEAH!

 HAHA!! [You have to watch the video...]

So I guess it's not that bad. 

Congrats to Christina on being a complete and total GRYFFINDORK. 

Nox.