i've lost my toad again!

Middle of the day television will never cease to confuse the hell out of me.

I'm pretty sure I flipped over to some kind of crazy Jesus show that was all in sign language. Which is nice, but why was there a guy with a jewfro and a powder blue suit? Not to mention the lady in the pink wig. And then there were all the creepy kids. Really, I'm not sure what kind of message they were trying to send, but all it did was weird me out.

This weather has my desire to go to class at an all time low. I look like I'm crossing the fucking tundra every time I cross the campus.

( Shane )

Okay. I give up. No more attempting to wear summer shoes and dashing madly to my classes. It is officially too cold for that shit. I want to keep all my toes. Goodbye, sandals. Until next year.

I need boots. Erin! Want to go find some boots?

One more final and I am free! Free to run off to Diagon Alley and Christmas shop with my lovely roommate, free to actually untangle these Christmas lights and see about hanging them, and free to...well, I don't know what else. But what I have lined up is pretty good.

Shane, you better be in Reno for Christmas, or magical retribution will be swift.

This is the worst I've felt in a long time. Like I've gone deaf all over again. At least with Neville I could hear him. Now he's gone, and it really is complete silence. You have no idea how disorienting this is.

Does anyone know if they're coming back?

Following the theme of...well, everybody, I thought I'd throw in my own support. Enjoy!

PS: Erin! We should go show off our awesome purple shirts over dinner. Nice dinner.

( WATCH OUT FOR THE GAYROLLER. )

Pro-tip #17: Doesn't matter how much you need something off the top shelf, people will stare if you decide to levitate it down.

Although I'm pretty sure I made some kid's day. His eyes lit up when I pulled out a wand and worked my mojo. At least he'll have a good story to tell the other kiddos at school on Monday.

First test of the new semester. Good news is I almost passed.

I'll have plenty of time to make it up. I put all the blame for this on Neville, by the way. If we spent as much time studying history as we did magic, I would have aced the damn thing. Instead, I can now levitate a book.

I call it a win.

I am so not ready to go back to class.

And by that I mean I'm literally not ready. I should probably go shopping soon. At the very least I'll probably need...pens.

See Carson procrastinate.

Well. That's that, I guess. Roommate decided she'd had enough, and moved in with her budding rockstar of a boyfriend. I can't say that I'm sad to see her go, but I will miss having half the rent paid.

So, if there's anyone mostly trustworthy in the Reno area who is looking for a place to stay, I've got an open room. I'm pretty easy to get along with, as long as your hands off my food and don't think I won't notice your raging parties just because I don't see you throw them.

The rents cheap and the place is nice-ish. Apply now?

Funny story, I was sitting here, staring blankly at my laptop, and this voice in my head says 'Hey, why don't we see what everyone else has been up to?'. For lack of anything better to do, off I went to try to remember my password to this account. An hour later, here we are...

That being stated, I've got to start signing on more often. Look at all the things I've missed! The arrival of Diagon Alley (is that for real, by the way), my sister being herself ruffling the feathers of every demon in reading distance, and something about spaceships that I'm not really clear on but it seems pretty interesting.

You guys have been busy.

Anyway, it's been over a year and a half since I decided to use this thing, so I'm going to go ahead and assume that no one knows who I am. My name is Carson, and I've been sharing a body with Neville Longbottom for going on two years now. For those of you who have just seen the movies, but haven't read the full story, his shining achievement is narrowly avoiding being eaten by a a rabid book. You really should read the full story.

Right. Hello!

( Profile )