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Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
Kiara's Blurty:
| Tuesday, May 9th, 2006 | |
| 1:53 pm | The Heartless have invaded the Titan AE universe. Can Akima and a former Imperial soldier stop Maleficent's evil designs... |
| 9:58 am | ?No,? Chase argues. Foreman and Cameron go quiet. It?s the mythical day. The day Chase talks back. House simply starts rolling up the newspaper lying on the table until it forms a decent looking funnel before he turns and smacks Chase on the nose with it. ?Bad puppy!? he scolds. ?You have to beg for treats! Do a trick!? Chase lunges for the newspaper, but House uses his height to lift it above his head. ?Say please,? he tells Chase. ?Or go.? Chase scoffs incredulously, leaning forward and snatching the newspaper. ?Well?? ?I was going to read that.? Chase takes the newspaper with him as he storms out. And so it begins. |
| Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006 | |
| 10:18 pm | "As a mental exercise: I really like caramel, but if I had to bathe in fucking caramel and eat it for every meal and fucking wear caramel for clothes, and then go to a building made out of caramel and work with sentient hunks of caramel I may find my taste for caramel diminished."-Tycho |
| Wednesday, April 26th, 2006 | |
| 4:48 pm | The last time he?d checked, he wasn?t on Star Trek. He peered out of the glass office, and then threw something against it as Chase walked by. The intensivist jumped, glancing into the office with a questioning expression. House, after a brief pause in which he re-coordinated his hands, gave him the Spock hand sign he could vaguely remember from years gone by. Chase eyed him, before turning and walking steadfastly on, muttering something that looked suspiciously like ?I don?t want to know.? Not Star Trek then. Pity. |
| 2:33 pm | "I am made of awesome," House stated. "So much awesome, that it drives successful young doctors to regress into fifth-grade. I was waiting for her to pass me a note saying 'Do you like me? Check yes or no.'" Wilson snorted. |
| Sunday, April 23rd, 2006 | |
| 5:07 am | Had nightmare....Bush was President of Princess Cruises and I was his assistant.....*shudder* Current Mood: horrified |
| Wednesday, April 19th, 2006 | |
| 5:12 am | "Damn but Gambit was always so freakin' sexy. I knew it when I was 11 and I know it now. "- |
| Sunday, April 9th, 2006 | |
| 12:22 pm | Avatar rules |
| Friday, March 31st, 2006 | |
| 8:08 pm | "While I'm sure that you're - not Voldemort in disguise-" "How do you know?" Draco demanded. "Bwah!" Harry sighed. "Maybe she won't go out with you because you can't hold a normal conversation." "I happen to think entirely in one-liners. I can't help it. I was born this way. I think it's a matter of karmic balance." Harry looked puzzled. "I'm already stunning and intelligent and charismatic," Draco explained. "Imagine if I was sweet and coherent as well. It'd be utter chaos. I'd be knee-deep in swooning women, I'd never get anything done." |
| 7:55 pm | And he'll what, give him a detention?" Draco yelped. "No! I want to kill him! I want revenge! I'm a Malfoy, I want blood! Give me... blood... damn you, Gryffindors... blood... blood..." |
| 7:55 pm | "It was Colin Creevey!" he declared passionately. "He tried to kill me! He tried to poison my coffee, he put fur on my beautiful beautiful face! I demand that he be expelled, I demand that he be punished, I demand that he be killed until he is sorry!" |
| 7:53 pm | Draco subsided. "Well, yes. But I'm still insulted, dammit! I have feelings." He got blank, incredulous stares from all sides. "I could have feelings," he added peevishly. "If I wanted to, I could." |
| 7:52 pm | "I am merely choosing the side of the greatest strength," Colin proceeded. "The Dark side is clearly the most powerful." "Would that be because he was beaten by a baby, or that children successfully foil him at every turn?" Harry mused. "Wait, sorry. You were saying?" |
| 7:35 pm | Draco did not believe in beating around the bush. Just beat the bush. Teach it a lesson. |
| 7:33 pm | Oh, I so put the 'man' in manipulation,' Draco said. 'Longbottom, coffee.' His cup had been lying by Neville's elbow for some time as Neville watched the showdown. Neville made to get it, and knocked it over. They all looked at it. Well, coffee rarely burns through the tablecloth. 'It seems the rogue Gryffindor has finally opted for homicide,' Draco said in the nasty pause. 'Longbottom, different and less fatal coffee.' |
| 7:15 pm | Draco wished he could slam another door as he gave the letter to his eagle owl, Rover. (He had once heard, and rather fancied, the phrase 'Kill Rover kill!') |
| 7:14 pm | 'Oh... what? I remind you of a mass murderer? You're not supposed to say that to a student! That's not motivational speaking. I see a bright future for you, Mr Malfoy - in Azkaban! This is so typical of you do-gooders. I play dirty at Quidditch and suddenly everyone's screaming 'Cheater, cheater, compulsive Death Eater!' and I'm...' ... standing up, yelling at the headmaster and gesticulating wildly. Way to get expelled. |
| 7:13 pm | Draco explained, at length, in detail, and with various illustrative gestures. No, he had no idea who had done this to him. No, he had no idea how the Polyjuice Potion had been changed in order to have this effect on him. No, he really couldn't explain the dancing. Yes, he did insist on employing this offensive tone. |
| 6:44 pm | Hi Ginny,' responded Potter, with the boyish I'm-such-a-good-guy-join-my- fan-club smile Draco loathed. Hang on a second, Gina's name was Ginny? Bugger it. Next someone'd be telling him that the Weasley twins weren't called Fred and Greg. |
| 6:42 pm | Oh no, he hadn't just had that thought. He was going totally rodent. No matter how pathetic Voldemort's plans for vengeance on Harry Potter were, that had never even been on the list. Malfoys had far too much dignity to ever think about using their enemies' chest of drawers as toilets. Oh, yes, fine, always excepting Uncle Ethelfride. Draco tried to crush the image of Voldemort perching on Potter's chest of drawers and having a pee into the Boy Who Lived's boxer shorts. |