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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 05:43:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I&apos;m sitting behind the school now, wearing a little extra since the sun is beating down like it was been lately, and I&apos;m not real keen on burnin&apos; to a crisp.  I&apos;d found a patch of shade and was goin out for a mid-day smoke, but got interrupted.  Okay, so I could have ripped those blokes&apos; arms off and used em to beat their own skulls in, I mean I could&apos;ve, but I didn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? you tell me, certainly don&apos;t care if I get to stay at bloody Hogwarts another day, right pain in the ass it is anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I&apos;m out leanin&apos; against the brick wall, pretty sure I look a mess, clothing a little ripped, got a nice shiner comin&apos;, and I&apos;m rather sure that&apos;s blood trickling down from my nose...do I have a split lip? oh hell...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 21:19:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I was sittin&apos; up in my room, doin my best to be good and ignore the sleeping roomates who&apos;s pulses were just pounding in my ears and making me want to climb the walls.  Don&apos;t know how they expect me to bleedin sleep at night, the way the darkness calls and my blood just boils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well naturally I had to get out of there, so I snuck out into the night for a smoke.  You&apos;d think they&apos;d be a bit more understanding about my need to wander the halls at night, but that&apos;s just the first of alot of things those blighters don&apos;t understand about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Wesley guy followed me out there and we were talking, not like we were chummy, mind you, but civil enough, when this crazy little dish jumps me from behind and belts me a couple times in the mouth.  Either I was good and distracted, or she was damn quiet because it&apos;s been awhile since somebody&apos;s snuck up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She layed off, then pranced around and gave this big show like she was gonna stake me, but I figure she&apos;s all mouth and no trousers on that deal, cuz she put the stake right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd bird, a bit dotty if you ask me, but not in a bad way.  Her and the watcher boy are meeting tommorow after supper, I don&apos;t think I&apos;ll show up though, cute as the pet is, seems a bit of a dicey situation to me, looks can be decieving.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 14:59:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>like a bloody war zone &apos;round here, everywhere I go.  Some tarty magic using blonde nearly got her head torn off the other day, nobody ought to pick fights with me when I&apos;m hungry, it&apos;s hard enough as it is not to pick off a student or two.  Make me angry and we&apos;ll just see what happens.  I ought to eat the bitch&apos;s cat.  It&apos;d atleast be a variety from the stuff they&apos;ve got me on right now. Cor it&apos;s nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s all this babble &apos;bout the slayer now?  Proffessor Snape, decent guy by the way, spoke to me &apos;bout her yesterday, told me to steer clear.  What, has she got it out for me too? Brilliant, just what I need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t been able to control the vamping at all, seems like I get bumpy right when I don&apos;t want to.  Right pain in the ass.  Keeps my roommates on thier toes, although.  Kindof fun to see them jump whenever it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sittin&apos; here, tryin to sleep like everyone else, but round midnight my blood just boils, ain&apos;t nothin gonna get me to sleep, and I can hear everything, every heart beat and breath in the room, bouncing off my ears.  I&apos;ll flip my lid if this keeps up much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up and venture out into the dark, empty halls.  *sigh* much better. Now I just gotta find an exit, have myself a smoke.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2004 02:48:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Gotta understand why I agreed to go to this school in the first place, It&apos;s not about bein&apos; one of em, I&apos;ll never be the starched collar type. Just don&apos;t have it in me, that&apos;s all. Me bein&apos; here though, with all the rich and priveleged types, it&apos;s a real F-you to the system. Best way to tear down the system if from the inside, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know why they wanted me anyway, like they all they didn&apos;t know what I am before I did...least someone could do was give a bloke a heads up, eh? No, they just throw me in with temptation and see how I hold up. Bet they had a pool runnin&apos; to when I&apos;d crack and sink my sharp pointies into the nearest student. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m only back this year to take advantage of the hospitality around here, nice posh digs, &apos;fridge full of ruby red, it&apos;s a regular dream &apos;round here, looks real inviting compared to a muddy street corner, I&apos;ll tell you that for sure. And ain&apos;t nobody here gonna dare mess with me, &apos;lil wizard brats are all class A pushovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin&apos; of which, I got a mad craving...best sneak down to the kitchen for a fix.</description>
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