HAYAH!!!!

I'm so cool. I'll kick your arse. Babeh, I wanna butter yo bread.

So yeah. :(. I'm a goth now. Wanna know why? Well, right after I did that really cool jump, I broke my neck. And I don't see any point to living anymore. Not even growing my drugs with Dumbledore mean anything to me anymore. Uh. Life is so horrible.

SEE?! DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I TRY TO PLEASE YOU PEOPLE?!?!?!?!?! GOD. I'm giving up! FOREVER.

So like. I took 234,598 pictures on my digital camera the other day, I was in a photogenic mood. So like yeah. This one I took with the timer on my camera, I think it's pretty sweet.

Yeah check out my shoes man.

And then I took a nude photo. Just beacuse I can and goths do that. But it won't load. So I guess you can't see my jewels.

\m/!!!!!!!!!!! ROCK STAR, YO.

Anyway. Just from that picture alone, I decided JUST NOW that I don't want to be goth anymore. I want to be punk. OI OI OI! So now I'm into mohawks and bullets and oi oi oi's and stuff.

oi oi oi.

Sorry if this long awaited entry doesn't make sense, I'm on some crazy oi oi oi drugs right now. I'm on a combination of acid, acid reflux disease oh wait sorry, that's not a drug...and uhh marijuana like usual and then even like you know...some hedwig droppings. You never know what the bird consumes. Man. I woke up this morning to this:

Look at her fuggin pupils, man. oi oi oi she was on some crazy shit, let me tell you.

Okay I'm done now oi oi oi. I'll update sooner this time oi oi I promise oi oi oi.

oi oi oi.

*kisses*

Harry.

WAIT I lied, I'm not done, here's some pictures of owls for you. They're Hedwig's friends, the owls she chills with.

 I, Harry Potter, am going to eat you all and grow dredlocks, that way I can be a humongous fat guy with dreds. It'll really turn Cho on, let me tell you. That's how she likes her men. All fat and greased up.....yum.....especially with dredlocks and mongo glasses....I, Harry Potter, am turning myself on.....I think I like this......I wonder if they have a porn tape with these types of men in it....or maybe I can go to a bar and create my own porn tape......it shall be called "Harry Potter gone WILD with a fat man covered in grease and his own sweat"!!! Aw man i have a HUGE boner right now! Aw bloody hell here comes Hermione! I must flee before she notices this bulge in my pants! If she sees me, I have stolen a Pop Liter and it is hidden in my underwear. No one will know....

OMG I am so high right now.

~~Kisses~~

Harry the overly fucked up porn star

Ello poppit how are yo today. Well let me tell you i am doing just dandy today! Let me tell you about my day homeslice shall i...OK well it all started when me and Ronald were bored and we decided to go eat some stir fry and rice. Suprisingly there was some random hideous beast standing in my way. I said "pardon me dear sir but can i pass?" This man was not a very polite and told me that if i called him a man again that he would light a firecracker up my ass. So i told him to because i had had a really shitty day and he did. Now my poor ass is sore. And now kitkattin' Snape tried to molest Ron, and Dumbledore came in and he was running around naked. Freak yes, to admit it, I actually enjoyed it. But I am still trying to find a way to get rid of my depression. That's why I restarted my weed garden, it's hidden, I have the giant spiders watching over it. and if they smoke some, I am going to hire Deryck Whibley to ride in on a giant illegal Mexican to kill them. So then I will be able to relieve my problems with drugs. I tried alcohol, but then Voldemort came out of the fire again and got all the bottles and the common room burst into flames. Fourteen second years died, and fifty first years. The funeral is tomorrow. I am wearing orange. Because i am sexy. Yes, Colin Creevy wants me to have sex with him. So I have to be on rape-watch. AHHH! HERE HE COMES WITH A WHIP! I must go smoke my weed!

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Harry the murderer pothead alcoholic but shhhh.... 

Currently Playing Essential Bach By Johann Sebastian Bach, Seiji Ozawa, Neville Marriner, Raymond Leppard, Raymond Agoult, Karl Munchinger, Georg Solti, Iona Brown, Thurston Dart, Marisa Robles see related

- "Vn Con No. 1 in a, BWV 1041: II. Andante - Salvatore Accardo/Christopher Middleton"- -

Hello young British chappity llamas! That is the latest term going around at Hogwarts, and since I'm so hip and cool I decided to use it. Actually....I am not the students of Hogwarts' God anymore.... You see, that fire actually was Voldemort, and Dumbledore came in and his eyes got all cold and fiery and he killed half of Voldemort's leg so he had to leave. Anyway, my fellow chappity llamas decided that they hated me because I wore a striped shirt yesterday. They all refuse to talk to me, especially Cho. When I told Hermione how upset I was, she just sighed and said "DON'T WEAR STRIPES, FUCKER!" so I pushed her out the twelve story window. She's in the hospital wing now. Ron says she has a note clamped in her hand, but little does he know that when she was sleeping I hot-glued it to her palm just to fool him into thinking the world is ending. I love teasing that one, I do. In herbology today, we were repotting EWriweruioerufsdfioewus, but I started my own personal weed garden. However when I went to take a leak on Hargrid's porch, all of my classmates stole it and were smoking it when I came back. There was none left. The worst part was that Cho had like 12 ounces crammed in her mouth and she wouldn't give me any at all. Damn striped shirt...it was Dudley's once. But I had always loved it so much that I burned it and Aunt Petunia bought him another and I took that one away from him. I recall him chasing me throughout the garden, me with the shirt in my pants to keep the fat kid jiggling along behind me from taking it. Ah....good times. ANYWAYS, the major thing that happened over the last few days was that Ron got mad at me for snotting in his roll at dinner, so he catapulted my bed out the window at night and I fell through the roof of Hagrid's cabin. Hagrid didn't know it was me and he got out his club and began beating me to pieces. This went on for about an hour before he finally figured out who he was murdering like a spider on the wall. Then I went to the nurse because my whole body was broken. But I'm better now. Malfoy was saying how stupid Hagrid was the next day and my face got all white and I had a heart attack. I took some pepto bismal and I'm well. Now I must go hotglue more things to Hermione, I hear she's napping. Farewell!

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Harry the roll snotter

Currently Playing Beethoven's Last Night By Trans-Siberian Orchestra see related

- "Fur Elise"-

Ah, how I love the classical music! Well, I'm in my 6th year here at Hogwarts, and right now I rule the school. I even have Ron and Hermione bowing down to me every morning. I'm just joshing you, bloody hell mate, can't you take a bloody gory joke??? But last night, me and Ron heard some strange shuffling noises coming from the fireplace. I wanted to find out what it was, just in case in was Voldemort trying to blow out of the fireplace or something. I made Ron stick his head in to see what it was (the fire was out OH BLOODY HELL YOU SICK PERSON!!!), but actually a giant jet of flames blew out of the fireplace and severly burned Ron. I sent him to Madam Pomfrey. There's...something you should know about the nurse this year...she's...different...ever since she married and divorced a guy from Iraq over the summer. She's wearing red bras that are peeking through her short white nurse outfit where you can see..a lot below. And when Ron was sent to her...well...I think she's taken a liking to him, a bit too much. He came back petrifyed and we had to kill a mandrake and make him eat it to wake him up. Anyways, when he came back, we teased the fire for awhile by sticking fire pokers in it to make it shoot out flames. It was fun until a random first year came downstairs and got hit...being so little, he died. The funeral is tonight. I must go get my giant fluffy black robe to mourn his death that I caused. Farewell chaps!

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Harry the sexy beast er I mean immortal.