I Really Really Like The Malfoys

I do. A lot.

For one, they're pretty.

And also wealthy and powerful. Which is attractive.

And yeah, I mean, they're sort of dicks, but I'm kind of a dick too, so it's okay.

My parents always thought I was a nutter for liking them so much because they're "evil". But they're really not at all. Voldemort was evil. And yet I still like him so much more than George W. Bush. Wonder way... But that's really neither here nor there.

My point is that the Malfoys really aren't all that bad. Lucius was super high ranking in terms of Death Eaters, but I think that has more to do with the fact that he's a wealthy and powerful man. As well as being a slimey, sneaky git. I'm sure his descicion to join Voldemort had a lot more to do with wanting to not be dead than it did actual like of the dark lord.

Like really, what else was he supposed to do? As the heir of a prominent pure-blood wizarding family, I feel like he didn't really have another choice that would have left him alive. Yeah, he tortured some muggles, but then again, so did Severus Snape, and everyone still loves him.

Why not love the Malfoys as well? Harry Potter certainly owes his life to Narcissa, seeing as she covered for him and pretended like he was dead. And yeah, this was only for her own benefit in that she and Lucius could go look for Draco and make sure he was safe... but that's kind of adorable isn't it?

Clearly the Malfoy family are very close and love each other muchly. Much more than they care about serving the dark lord, obviously. And family is important. I guess they're more cowardly than anything. And that's not too terrible of a trait.

Anyway, that's all I have to say on that. I can't wait for the new movie to come out... less than a month now!

Truth Is You Can Stop And Stare

So my headphones are decidedly broken. Fuckkk. I need good headphones at all times. The only way they work correctly is if I ditch the long cord and keep the short cord tight with my computer, which really isn't all that great because my computer doesn't have all that much music on it and Eric still hasn't fixed the internet so I can't pirate any. This is so sucky.

Anyway, my original plan for the day was to stay in bed because I totally got thrashed boarding yesterday and everything hurts. Then I remembered that I had 50 dollars and I get up for tattoos any day any time.

I got crucio on my right wrist. Next time I get money I'm getting imperio on my left wrist. It's super pretty and just a little evil looking. When the internet works again you'll have pictures but until then, check my facebook.

Anyway, I'm going to do nothing until late in the night/early in the morning at which point I will pass out.

...But That's Because You're A Hottie From Hottingham.

I can't blog good without my headphones... fuck fuckkitt.

Hey Jane. I baked you a cake to represent our love. It's burned, but that's because you're a hottie from Hottingham. OMG. YES.

I've been slightly in love with that commercial since last Valentine's day and I FINALLY found it to show Libby. I had to post it here. Watch.

This morning I woke up crazy early, took a shower, got my shit together, and drove to 7-11 near the HS to pick up Carol. Yay hot chocolate. There was this sweet dude with highlighter orange hair and we talked for a minute.

Ahhh... music.
It makes
My heart pound.
My skin burn.
My lips twitch.
My muscles go limp.

Anyway. Blogging.

So I parked a little ways away from the school, walked up there drinking my hot chocolate, blasting my headphones, and smoking a halfie. At which point I was high and slipping on ice. Yay! So I get there a bit early and just hang out in the freezing cold for a while which was fun. After a while, school was let out and Carol came and got me. We went to my car, which kind of exploded inside, and went to my house. She had tequila. I had the internet. So we were both drunk off of something.

Jacky came downstairs in his boxers. Hilarity ensued.

We got fries and then went to the tattoo studio to see if John was there. He wasn't and wouldn't be in until 6 so we went back to my house and played video games. Carol won. Then I danced to Michael Jackson. It was scary. I promise.

We went back to the tattoo studio and hung out with Ray for a bit before John got there. He took pictures. I'm getting the other wing shaded on Monday.

We were going to go pick up my phone from some lady, but her address and information got gone... oops. I don't really need that phone anyway.

Alex and I were talking tattoos and she wants a lip tattoo that says sin in German. I want one that says "AVADA KEDAVRA" because I'm a dork like that... I fucking love Harry Potter. I don't even care. I'm re-reading the last book at present. I love it! So... that gets added to my list of 16 other tattoos I have in mind... haha. I'm so iiinkky! I love it!

Nights yo. Happy American Thanksgiving!

Slung Ink

So... today was kinda boring. I didn't do much.

I woke up and surfed the web for a while before I decided that I really desperately needed another tattoo.

I drove down to Inkslingers and checked out the $25 book. There wasn't really anything catching my eye, but then, on the last page, there was this amazing little squirrel that I absolutely had to have. (Oh, by the way, I finally have pictures of things because I take them with my blackberry.) So anyway as I was standing at the counter waiting, I overheard a phone conversation saying that if you want a tattoo with words that's just handwriting, it's only about $25. Bitch. Yes. Silverstein lyrics here we come.

So anyway, I got this amazing little green squirrel tattooed on my ankle. It's SOOO cute! I love it with a passion. Anyway, I took a picture when it was first done and bloody. And then another a bit later at home when I had cleaned it up and put some goo on it.



And later...



Pretty, no?

So anyway, in a few days, I'm getting "I'm not going to sink" tattooed somewhere from the Silverstein song Love With Caution.

Funsies.



Oh, and also, I'm getting "I must not tell lies" on the back of my right hand in white ink so that it looks like a scar.