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19th September 2003
III LEEEFT MY HEAAAAAARRRRRRRT ... IN LLANFAIRPWLLGWYNGYLLGOGERYCHWYRNDROBWLLLANTYSILIOGOGOGOCH!
I JUST A LETTER FROM MAM! PIDGE, THAT'S MY LITTLE SISTER, PIDGE, IS CUTTING HER FIRST TOOTH! HOORAY FOR PIDGE, THE MIGHTY BAWLING DROOL QUEEN! OTHER NEWS FROM HOME: DA GOT A DOUBLE YOLK IN HIS BREAKFAST EGG THE OTHER DAY, SO HE'S EITHER GOING TO HAVE GOOD LUCK OR TWIN BABIES! I'VE GOT MY MONEY ON THE BABIES 'CAUSE DA'S NEVER BEEN ALL THAT GOOD AT THE TRACK AND IT'LL BE A NIPPY DAY IN HELL WHEN HIS FAVORITE - A RACER NAMED POINTLESS - WINS THE CLOVERLEAF OPEN! :
EVERYONE IN FAVOR OF ME GETTING A TATTOO, COMMENT BELOW! I'M THINKING A MIGHTY IRISHMAN SLOGAN ON ME CHEST, YES? OR MAYBE "LUNA LOVEGOOD" ON MY RIGHT BICEP! OR MAYBE A MARMOSET! I LIKE MARMOSETS!
NOW FOR A RIDDLE!!!
WHAT ROW OF NUMBERS COMES NEXT?!?
BIG KISS TO THE WINNER!!!!
Current Music: YES, THAT ACTUALLY IS THE NAME OF A TOWN! IN WALES! CRAZY CR
9th September 2003
HELLO EVERYONE! THIS IS YOUR HOST, SEAMUS FINNIGAN, THE MIGHTY MIGHTY IRISHMAN! BEHOLD! BEHOLD! BEHO
PROFESSOR FLITWICK IS A GOD AMONG MEN! HE LET ME USE HIS OFFICE HOURS AND NOT ONLY HELPED ME WITH CHARMS, BUT GAVE ME SOME REALLY FINE TEA TOO! I NOW WILL NEVER DRINK ANYTHING BUT GREEN TEA WHICH HE SAID WAS APPROPRIATE AND HE WAS RIGHT! EXCEPT MAYBE VODKA! FINE RUSSIAN VODKA! :
DID YOU KNOW THAT ATTILA THE HUN WAS A WIZARD?!? I SURE DIDN'T! UNTIL PROFESSOR BINNS TOLD US THAT IS! I WAS DREAMING ABOUT DANCING WITH LUNA WHEN I HEARD PROFESSOR BINNS SAYING ATTILA, SO I WOKE UP AND PAID ATTENTION! IT WAS FASCINATING!
I LOVE IT WHEN THEY HAVE COFFEE AT BREAKFAST!
WHOEVER WANTS ADVICE, POST IT HERE! ALREADY HAVE ONE OWL, TALK TO ME IRISHMAN COLUMN COMING OUT IN NEXT EDITION WHENEVER THAT IS! I EXPECT THE GODDESS OF LIGHT AND WISDOM, LUNA B. LOVEGOOD, TO INFORM ME OF THE IMPENDING PAPERAGE!
NEW MEAT AT THE RAVENCLAW TABLE! EVERYONE TELL HIM HELLO!
I THINK A CAPELLA CHOIRS ARE PERHAPS THE MOST AWESOME THINGS ON EARTH! BESIDES VODKA! FINE RUSSIAN VODKA!
Current Music: LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
29th August 2003
HEY YOU! YEAH YOU! WITH THE FACE! AND THE HAIR!
ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS :
(have been considered, but ruled out)
Now that I have your worthy attention, I would like to announce the unveiling of ...
TALK TO ME, IRISHMAN!
A column dedicated to the distribution of noteworthy advice by yours truly, Seamus B. Finnigan.
I'll post a thingy on the main doodle board every week or so, if I remember, and you can submit your query anonymously. The more creative the pseudonymn, the more likely it is to be printed.
Current Music: THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FR
24th August 2003
Luna, you said you wanted to talk?
Look, I can write in complete sentences with commas and CaPiTaL LeTtErS and EVERYTHING!
Mam wasn't ever much into Technology and So On.
MUGGLE studies IS easy!!!
Maybe if I say that about Transfiguration it will Come True As Well
TRANSFIGURATION is easy. transfiguration IS easy. transfiguration is EASY.
THIS journal is pointless. this JOURNAL is pointless. this journal IS pointless. this journal is POINTLESS!!!!
Current Music: I THINK ARITHMANCY IS GREAT DON'T YOU ALL THE PRETTY PRETTY
21st August 2003
THIS IS A NIFTY PROJECT ISN"T IT WOW TOP HOLE GOOD IDEA HEADMASTER SIR :
THEY HAD CHEESECAKE AT LUNCH TODAY
ANYONE KNOW HOW I CAN MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I AM NOT SHOUTING/ THINGY HAS TOO MANY LETTERDOOHICKEYS
LUNA I LIKE YOUR ICON
Current Music: I DO NOT KNOW WHAT RECUMBENT MEANS BUT IT SOUNDS DELICIOUS
26th July 2003
: ( Yay for No Doom! )
Current Music: A beer commercial GOD I MISS BEER SEND BEER PLEASE PLEASE PL
18th July 2003
: ( Owl to Raine )
Current Music: OI'M ENERY THE EIGHTH OI AM! ENERY THE EIGHTH OI AM OI AM
15th July 2003
: ( Owl for Kitten )
Current Music: Everywhere - Michelle Branch
23rd June 2003
20th June 2003
I Love My Brother So Much - He Sends Me Presents Like Beer And Drumsticks! :
*sitting in the Gryffindor common room in a fort styled from chairs and a bedsheet*
*banging on several soup pots stolen from the kitchen with a brand new pair of drumsticks that still have a sticker on them saying "To Seamus, From Pidge"*
*starts humming tunelessly to the beat, not hearing the footsteps approaching the fort*
Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: WOOO-ooooooo-oo ... WOOO-ooooooo-oo ...
14th June 2003
IIIIIIII'VE been WORKIN' on the TOOOOOOOIlEEEET ... AAAALL th' livelong DAAAAAAAAAAAY :
*sneaks into Myrtle's bathroom with a toolbox and a furtive glance over his shoulder to make sure he's not being followed*
*goes to Myrtle's stall, after checking to see that she isn't there, and starts tinkering with the toilet bowl*
*soon, tools are strewn everywhere - Seamus rolls up his sleeves and works with his tongue sticking out between his teeth*
11th June 2003
*Seamus walks down the halls, sporting a cast on his right forearm and a black eye from his recent trip home - got a little beat up in a family game of Ainegeingan and was treated by Muggle doctors. Walks around with a pen, pouncing on anyone he encounters -* :
Sign me cast! Go on, write anythin' - get-well wishes, death threats, test answers ...
Current Mood: crazy
Current Music: Ride of the Valkyries
To Seamus, Get better soon, Love Ginny
Get that cast off soon. And get yourself better. You know where my dorm is if you need anything. - Katie
Poor sexy Irish stud... If you ever need a replacement hand, let me know. I'd be happy to "assist" you. Until then, I guess this means no shagging in water. - Tracey
(written underneath - The hell it doesn't! I'm more resilient than you think! Give me SOME credit!)
Hope it heals soon so you can keep torturing me. - Stew
(hehehe - magicked a tail onto him that didn't go away for days)
Next time, try not to be so stupid. Maybe we should go drinking sometime. - C. Warrington
(written underneath - You're on, wussyfaced Slytherin lad! Let's see how you can handle Seamus' Famous Moonshine!)
Get well soon so you can get rid of this Muggle curse! - Laura Madley
*silver kiss mark from Myrtle*
Dear Seamus, hope you get better soon, anytime you need me I'm here. Love, Cho
Hope you get well soon! Sorry I don't have any test answers to write. If I did, I would. <3 Hannah Abbott
8th June 2003
Dammiiiiiiiit! *frustrated flapping motions with hands*
Ma and Da are callin' me back t' the good ol' homeland for ... you guessed ... a bloodyfreakin' family portrait. NOT ONLY will they not allow me to spike my hair, I have to wear them damn dress robes an' stay still. No obscene gestures, no faces, no NOTHIN'! I think I'll get me eyebrow pierced afore I go, just for spite. Anyone got some ice and a good strong needle? Callin' all sadomasochists!
Should be back in abou' two days - I have to admit, it'll be good seein' the family and house again. Oh, an' Bridget, Pidge, Kyp, Pat, Cate, an' Flynn say OI! to all you Hogwarts folk.
*kisses to all, and that means you too, Malfoy!*
In th' event that I dun return from this harrowing ordeal, my estate is to be divvied as follows:
To Harry and Ron: My distillery - treat my Betty well!
To Tracey: My couch, for memory's sake
To Draco: My chicken costume and my green satin thong
To Neville: My bunny slippers
To Katie: My broom, in memory of my Midnight Cavortin'
To Fred and George: My dungbomb stockpile - jus' follow the hamsters!
To Warrington: My collection of massage oils
To Crabbe and Goyle: My broom closet - have fun, you two!
To Dean: My lucky coin and my whip
To Myrtle: My Mighty Irishman Cape
To Hermione: My mathematical research - use it well, lass!
To Stewart: A plunger, to remove the stick from his ass
Current Mood: bitchy
Current Music: IIIIIIIIIIII DUUUUUUUUN WAANNAAAAAA! *jump jump jump*
4th June 2003
Bloody bloody bloody bloody hangovers bloody MOONSHINE shouldn'tve tried t' combine mathematics with home-made vodka ...
Will someone PLEASE turn off th' SUN an' quit BANGING ON THOSE DRUMS!
Why, God, why can't I spend Wednesday mornins clutchin' the toilet bowl like th' rest of the civilized world?
*wanders off muttering curses to himself*
Current Mood: nauseated
Current Music: Nooobody loves me EEEVERYBODY hates me ...
30th May 2003
*dancing around the Gryffindor Boy's dorm, launching off of beds, capering around nightsatnds - anyone who's familiar with him knows that this is the "Guess Who Got Laid In His Favorite Broom Closet" jig*
*singing "Take It Off" by the Donnas, with accompanying hip thrusts*
Current Mood: jubilant
Current Music: You think I'm goooorgeous, you want to kiiiiiisss me
29th May 2003
Would ye believe it? REPRIMANDED in front of me adorin' public by Professor McGonagall just for runnin' to classes to the tune of "Go the Distance." We'll see how SHE like it when th' armor in the Charms hall start singin' "This Is The Song That Never Ends" in chipmunk voices! Ha HA! :
Got a meetin' with that Professor Vector chappie tonight to discuss Kinetic Calculus - I have a feelin' I'll need to bring a flask. Or two. Or three. Or ... yeah.
Tracy set me on fire yesterday - what fun! Nothin' like a good singing to start off th' day. Pretty wench, but a weeeee bit overimaginative, considering how she were pretendin' to talk into a Muggle tape recorder. Must be a Slytherin thing.
Anyone want a fox? Or two? Or 45? I got abou' 47 of 'em in the common room, recent liberations from th' hunt, if y'know what I mean ... th' one with the white-tipped ears is mine, but for th' rest it's first-come first-serve!
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: I don't WANT to change my pants!
28th May 2003
*Thunder, Lightning* :
*a bare stage, and THEN ...*
*enter HUNCHBACKED ASSISTANT, limping and muttering croakily* Maaaster ... ees everytheeng ready?
*enter MAD WIZARD, hair on end, deeply shadowed eyes popping* My plans have been set in motion! All we have to do is wait for the lightning to strike once more ... *looks upward expectantly*
*A BOLT out of the blue strikes between them, and from the back of the stage, a highly singed and grinning Seamus rises from between the hand puppets*
*shrieks in a voice several octaves higher than normal* I LIIIIIIIIIVE! *hand puppets of Hunchbacked Assistant and Mad Wizard dance victoriously while Seamus hums a discordant tune*
*drops the hand puppets, distracted by something shiny, sprints off giggling*
Current Mood: devious
Current Music: Oi'm 'enery the EIGHTH OI AM! 'Enery the eighth oi am oi am
20th June 2003
The question we must ask, then, Ladies and Gentlemen ... :
AM I GAY?!?!?
Current Music: I snogged a lad in the lake ... oh wait, that ain't a song
5th June 2003
HEAR YE! HEAR YE!
*walking through the Great Hall, wearing a Christmas Hat (and his robes, too, for once) and handing out the following notice to the students* :
TO CELEBRATE MY ESCAPE FROM THE AUTHORITIES
I, Seamus Finnigan,
Invite you, the Humble Recipient
To participate in a little festival I'd like to call ....
WASSAILING IN JUNE!
Yes, foxy ladies and all you other folk, we will carol and gambol, gambol and carol! And the drinking - there'll be lots of drinking. Think of the music! Think of the booze! Think of the annoyance to the teachers!
All you interested folk, owl Yours Truly AT:
His Royal Majesty, Seamus Finnegan
Gryffindor Boys, 7th Year Dorms, 4th bed
Current Music: Here we go a-wassailing among the leaves so green!
27th May 2003
Have ye ever had one o' those dreams where ye're walkin' through the park an' the pigeons start reenactin' the battle of Waterloo? :
Oh wait - that weren't a dream!
Had a cozy evenin' by the Gryff fire last night ... hehehe ... fire .... workin' on that new kinetic theory o' mine. Woulda completed it a fair bit sooner if it hadn't been fer bloody Peeves, that stinkin' floatin' singin' bastard! Honestly, ye'dve thought that I wreak enough havoc in the common room on me own - there's no need fer a poltergeist while I'M around *thumps chest*. Plus, I've seen his dungbomb stockpile with me own two eyes, an' mine's bigger by FAR.
MOVING ON! I'm also servin' detention tonight for the Armadillo incident - at the rate I'm goin' I'll have a file cabinet in Filch's office all to meself. Weedin' the veggie patches wi' Hagrid ain't exactly stiff punishment, so I'm plannin' something' t'dowith Mrs. Norris, some seagulls, and a 5 liter bag of burning hippogriff shit. Filch, watch out! *runs off giggling*
Current Music: This is the song that never eeeeends, yes it goes on and on