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Courtesy of potterpuffs:


Something similar will be posted when I've read it omg.

Internets, this was your warning. *eyes you all*




In related news: Icons have been readied. The Potterdammerung approaches. More to the point, OMG IT IZ ALMOST CAN BE MEETING LAUREN TIEMZ NAO! *bounces off*

God, I can't wait for Easter. One more day to go...

I meant to post this yesterday, but forgot. My dad won this competition, just before Christmas, to have family photos taken professionally. I'm quite pleased with mine, and thus I scanned it in. The scanner and t'interwebs did the badstuffs to it, but here it is anyway.

( Issa me! Big photo under cut. )

Ellie and I met a Rance and an Amy on Saturday! Rance is a crazy boy, although it's not like that came as much of a surprise. I got a Rance!hug when they left, and much fun was had by all. No photos, though, which saddens me. On Friday, I get a Saphlet to show around Cardiff (no school for a Bethan owing to an inset day), and then on Saturday there will be getting up at silly o'clock to go to Leicester to meet Charlotte and Clare. :D

In other news, it's storming outside right now, so if I'm not online later, that's why. Smudgecat is mildly intrigued by the thunder, but otherwise not bothered. This is just as well for me, as he's currently sitting on my lap, and I'm pretty sure the consequences of his getting scared would bring tears to my eyes, to say the least.

Partially to break in my Millipups icon, made by teh lovely Charlotte (bigfluffball) for my birthday, and partially just because, have a Sam/Guppy fluff ficlet, basically written a couple of weeks back to shut up Sam-inna-head.

First slashfic, veryvery G-rated, and much, much fluffier than I'd ever intended. It's almost embarassingly fluffy, to be honest. And God only knows how good it actually is. I suspect the answer is 'not very', though.

( Half Awake/Half Asleep )

Tomorrow, when I am not ded of tired and traintravel: how I met the aforementioned Charlotte, glee-ed a lot, and totally did not get killed, either by a max ad-murderer or a mad axe-murderer. XD BEST DAY EVAR, FOLKEN.

I am eighteen in ONE HOUR, yo. (Born about half-midnight, I think.) I shall be legal! And technically an adult, but pfft. I have no intention of ever being 'adult' or 'grown up', whatever the hell that means. Maturity is boring.

I told Mum this morning about what Dad said last night. She agreed that he was out of line and spoke to him while I was in Cardiff. He denies absolutely ever saying it, and I dunno but what the hell, believing him is easier and happier and their realising I was upset about it means we're back to normal happy family again, so yay. I never believed that he actually meant it, anyway- but it wasn't very nice. But I'm perfectly happy to believe he didn't say it, so what the hell.

Successfully sneaked into the Cardiff Uni Open Day, happily. It was pretty awesome, and I am definitely applying, possibly with it as first or second choice. *<3s Cardiff in general* Especially as Tasha's applying there too, with it as her first choice.

I am probably meeting Amy and Kate in London on Tuesday, which is made of awesome. Kenovay, and anyone else, want to turn up? You may have to survive chavvish girl who's going with me, but she's not that bad and I daresay Aimee will find a boy (or indeed a girl) to go off with instead. Assuming I get enough money tomorrow, may go to London a week Saturday too, to see Lauren and peoples. Millifolk, y'all rock. *group snugs*

Well, I'm off. See ya on the flipside, guys.