School has begun for my little monsters of siblings. And I'm quite happy to be sending them off in the morning. No more cartoons at six AM. Life's good.
It's just a few days to Armand's birthday and we'll be having a small celebration. Prepare your gifts and wishes ;) He was born on 9.9.1585. Which makes him a Virgo, which information is completely pointless.
My one-shot about Bellatrix is almost finished. Almost, almost. I only need one more scene but it's an important one, so I'm waiting for inspiration, especially a technical one. But it shall come.
I hate my (ex-)teachers, because they changed most of the textbooks so I can't sell mine. As I went to school as the first post-reform year, I couldn't buy any used books, all my textbooks were brand new. I hated it, for I found it pointless. I prefer used books. Especially if they happen to have been owned by geniuses. Well, it never happened to me, but one can always hope.On the other hand, those who buy my textbooks are so lucky. I used to earn money when I was really little by selling my textbooks and buying used one for much more reasonable prices than those I got for mine sold items. Perhaps that was because once I started pointing out all the flaw my future book had people sold them to me for half the price just to shut me up. I can be quite boring when I want to. Sometimes even when I don't.
I was going to sell my textbooks and earn decent money. I earned enough to go and buy myself an ice-cream. I'm offended. They did it just to spite me.
It's just a few days to Armand's birthday and we'll be having a small celebration. Prepare your gifts and wishes ;) He was born on 9.9.1585. Which makes him a Virgo, which information is completely pointless.
My one-shot about Bellatrix is almost finished. Almost, almost. I only need one more scene but it's an important one, so I'm waiting for inspiration, especially a technical one. But it shall come.
I hate my (ex-)teachers, because they changed most of the textbooks so I can't sell mine. As I went to school as the first post-reform year, I couldn't buy any used books, all my textbooks were brand new. I hated it, for I found it pointless. I prefer used books. Especially if they happen to have been owned by geniuses. Well, it never happened to me, but one can always hope.
I was going to sell my textbooks and earn decent money. I earned enough to go and buy myself an ice-cream. I'm offended. They did it just to spite me.