I self-tagged myself in Kira's journal by screaming the prompt word, so here i am.

"Reply to this post by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your journal and explain what they mean to you."

RolePlay:
Danna, and all our hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of pages (literally) of writing which saved me in year 11. Twice. Kira and I doing that weird rug RP and and KIMERA. ;A;. Ashleigh and our elves. Ohhh, the elves.... Omen and Prophecy. DDDD:.

Hedgehog:
Never put the packet frosting on box hedgehog mixes. Putting on about fifty zillion kilos eating hedgehog slice and ice-cream for breakfast. and lunch... and desert... and midnight snack. >__>

Wild Rock:
JESUS. GOD. GOD AN JESUS' INCESTUOUS BABY CHILD.FCAUEWRIEGH. And that stupid Shojo bitch who is stopping more Jesus lovechilds being published. thefuckingbitch.
Yuuen's voice. Upside-down sex. The most inspiring Manga i've ever read? The only yaoi i've read with a decent PLOT?

S&M:
....
*snerk*
Harry Potter fanfiction. That's pretty much it, eh.

Crack:
What i live for. What i wish i could write. What i recieve from Kira's magical 'saved for Jey' archive every night.
Draco having Amnesia and thinking he's a cowboy and chatting Harry up on the train.
Foodholes and Wateholes and Mansticks and Special Spots and tongues in wasteholes and Voggymog and Hogwog and ohdearlord.
Eggplants and Tomatoes and the Asparagus having an orgy.
Mary-sue penises.
Freckly penises.
Invisible penises.
Bon-Bon the magician. *snerk*
L in his bright pink suit.
Voldemort x Pikachu.

andthat'sprettymuchit.

In other news, i got officially accepted into SIDE (homeschooling).
EXCITING STOOFS.
I'll read this in a few months and be like, "how did i ever think this was exciting?!"
But it means sleep-ins and no more annoying douchebag children and having the windows open and not having to eat and being with Harry all day and doing whichever subject i want FIRST and not falling asleep on mum's shoulder's on the train and not having purple bags because i hate school so much i stay up late just so i don't have to go as soon. And when that compares to waking up at six, having a hour and a half train ride, being alotted only one hour each day to do one thing, having teachers and children and the dull thrum of ipod speakers and bitching girls and boys playing my-penis/ego/hairdoo-is-bigger-than-yours-harhar surrounding me EVRERYWHERE, it's pretty damn awesome.
It also means that i won't be surrounded by empty places stuffed with memories, and i wont see stupid lower years contaminating the area my now-graduated yeargroup has vacated, and people can just leave me the fook alone~

Like i said.
EXCITING STOOFS.