Date:	2003-11-24 17:19
Subject:	bla bla bla
Security:	Public
Mood:	devious

So Ron is out. What a noble, young man he is...taking a hit like that for the team. Now is one of those moments when I'm proud to call him my brother.

I spoke with Sirius for the first time the other day, it was great...that man is sharp. I'm still trying to figure out Remus and Oliver though, those two are never around when I am.

A lot of the times I get fanangled into a conversation with Hannah and Luna. They are nice girls and I have a lot of respect for them both but I'm constantly afraid that they will decide to start up that EMOTIONS conversation again! Bleurgh! They were grilling me on the male mind and emotions and it was making me crazy. Neville was around for some of it but then *he* bowed out, smart man. I've always liked him, even if he is a bit nervous sometimes.

Date:	2003-10-27 18:32
Subject:	Professor Snape
Security:	Public
Mood:	pensive

*singing*

"So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, good night"

And so we bid Professor Snape adieu. Given his penchance for redheads, I hope he keeps his greasy mitts off my sister during the stay at Loser Lodge. Granted, her lack of a certain piece of equipment will probably keep her safe from his Roman fingers.

I'll admit, I was one of the people who voted for Professor Snape. I'm not a conniving individual so I don't see a reason to hide this from my other tribe members or even from Snape himself. I don't regret my decision. I do regret that we were put in a situation that forced us to vote out one of our own. I'm really upset that we lost...I didn't think it would happen to us because every single member of our tribe (including Professor Snape) worked so well together.

On a lighter note, I didn't spend a lot of time last week in the camp so I didn't have a chance to speak too much to the others. But I did find a number of fantastic items that will come in rather handy when I get back to England and George and I have a chance to start working on new products for our joke shop again.

Some of my tribe members have been questioning me about my whereabouts and out of necessity I've been quite vague with them. I don't want to, but I need to protect the integrity of the joke shop and George and I prefer to keep new products hush-hush before we announce them to the public.

And now I'm hungry...I think I'm going to head over to the fire and see if I can find something to eat. I wonder if there's any leftovers from that wild boar that moldeemort killed last week.

And after that, I'm going to go have a pee in the woods because we didn't win that stupid portable loo. *snort* Even if we had won, I'd probably still piss in the woods!

:(

I miss George.

But not like that.

( Take a looksee )

Date:	2003-10-11 14:31
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	dirty
Music:	My Enormous Penis - Davinci's Notebook

Way to go Horntails! We are the champions!

*cluck cluck cluck cluck...cock-a-doodle-doo!*

Date:	2003-10-10 15:47
Subject:	I'm in trouble...
Security:	Public
Mood:	devious

Last night was the final straw.

I've been feeling pretty low all week because of my bum ankle (although that does seem to be healing up rather nicely and I think I may even be able to participate in any challenges old Ludo throws our way), and I'm afraid that I haven't been much of a help to anyone in my tribe.

And despite his insistence that he does not snore, I can assure you that Professor Snape does indeed do so. He keeps coming back with all these whiny comments, "Voldemort says I don't snore and if Voldie says I don't, then I believe him because I luuuurve him." Personally, I think Voldemort is just saying that so he can get some.

Anywho, last night was miserable. Voldie and Snape were spooning and Snape was snoring, as usual. Poor Wormtail was curled up at their feet again and whimpering in his sleep. Hermione kept tossing back and forth while sighing and Oliver was just lying on his back and staring at the roof of the teepee. Luna wasn't even pretending to be asleep. She was sitting against the wall of the teepee and meditating. In fact, aside from the dirty poofs, Tonks was the only other person in the tribe who was actually asleep. I envy that woman, I really do. She could sleep through anything.

After awhile, I got up to walk about a bit, thinking if I could tire myself out even more I'd be able to fall asleep. As I was slowly picking my way around the perimeter of the camp (going very slowly and carefully as to not trip over anything else and sprain my other ankle), I heard a noise. It sounded like something was following me. When I take a few steps, it would take a few steps. When I stopped, it would too.

After 10 minutes of this game, I finally managed to catch a glimpse of my ghost. It was Wormtail. I gestured him over to me and began to question him. Of course he wouldn't say a word. Typical Wormtail. The only sounds he made were squeaks and sad, little moans. It was annoying, really. But before long we managed to come to some terms of agreement where I would ask him questions and he would either nod his head in agreement or shake it vehemently if he disagreed with what I was saying.

After 45 minutes of conversation and plan-making, the grounds were set for Operation Sand Storm. We tiptoed back into camp and crawled through the teepee. Oliver and Hermione were finally asleep. Luna was still up and she just stared at us. Wormtail and I stepped over our sleeping tribe members and positioned ourselves over Voldemort and Snape. We gently lifted Snape's arm from Voldemort and slowly pried their bodies apart. Once they were a safe distance from each other, we carried Professor Snape outside and then Wormtail darted back into the teepee to spoon Voldemort (lest the Dark Lord realize that his Shnapey was missing and wake up to foil our intended plan).

I carefully dragged the Professor's sleeping form to the edge of the hole where we'd found the dead squid. With help from the wind, the hole wasn't as deep as it had been; only a foot or so. I pushed Snape into the hole--still snoring--and proceeded to bury him in the sand. He didn't wake up, not once!

The whole time, Luna just continued to stare at me. Her eyes kept getting bigger and bigger and once she realized what we were about, she had to clamp her hands over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

It only took 20 minutes and Professor Snape's entire body (except his head, of course) was encased in a tomb of sand. He had the most peaceful expression on his face. In fact, I rather think he enjoyed the experience. And wonder of wonders, the snoring had finally stopped.

After that, I crawled back into the tent, exchanged a grin with Luna and fell asleep. I feel very rested today.

Date:	2003-10-09 00:45
Subject:	OWIE!
Security:	Public
Mood:	devious
Music:	scooby snacks - bloodhound gang

I have a battle wound.

On Monday evening, I wandered into camp and was greeted by a rather concerned Luna who informed me that Voldemort and Professor Snape were rip roaring drunk. It's a good thing she warned me for as soon as I sat down, the dirty poofs were roused from a half-drunken sleep and proceeded to make inappropriate comments at my expense.

Not one to be sink to their level, I decided to do something useful with myself and instead of guzzling the drink Professor Snape offered me, I marched to the edge of the forest and began to hack down a few branches. Hermione and Oliver had their heads bent over her book earlier and I snuck a peak at a rather clever wall-thing. If we were to stick branches in the ground, they would form a wall that we could sit behind as shelter from the sun.

So there I am, in the ever-darkening woods, hacking down branches with the machete Tonks lent me when...

I tripped over a bloody vine!

Slowly, I limped back into camp and curled up to try and sleep off the pain. But this was to no avail. I woke up the next morning and my sodding ankle was swollen to the size of a damn grapefruit. On top of that, Professor Snape's snoring is even worse when he's drunk AND Voldemort was spooning him! Ugh! Poor Wormtail was curled up in a ball at their feet and whimpering in his sleep. I'm guessing that he can't stand Snape's snoring either.

I spent most of Tuesday sitting by the fire listening to Hermione recite things from her book.

And then today, I tried to talk to Wormtail but he wouldn't look me in the eye so it was difficult to carry on a decent conversation with him. It was fairly one-sided if you ask me but I think he'll be willing to help me out with...something once this damn ankle heals.

Date:	2003-10-06 13:27
Subject:	Avril Sucks
Security:	Public
Mood:	exhausted
Music:	Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne

Professor Snape snores. Loudly.

Date:	2003-10-05 22:57
Subject:	First night on the island
Security:	Public
Mood:	devious
Music:	I'm Too Sexy - Right Said FRED!

Well, the tribes have been decided and I've been teamed with Oliver, Luna, Professor Snape, Tonks, Hermione, Voldemort and Voldemort's luxury item, Wormtail. So far, things have been going rather well. Hermione and Oliver disappeared almost immediately into the forest without telling anyone when they were going to return. I hope they're both OK. Also, for the longest time, Voldemort was just standing at edge of the beach with his arms crossed, sulking like a big ninny. While he was doing that, Professor Snape and I found some water because it turns out that my spatula doubles nicely as a divining rod. So, for everyone who has previously been doubting my assertions that a divining rod was an excellent choice for a luxury item, SOD OFF!

Eventually, Voldemort decided to join the rest of the team (minus Oliver and Hermione of course) and we managed to get some work done around camp. Professor Snape said that he'd had a lot of experience lighting fires when he was making his potions and sure enough, he got a nice fire going rather quickly. Luna paged through Hermione's book and found a picture of a teepee and we decided that with Oliver's tarp, it would probably make a very nice shelter.

The Dark Lord has spent most of the evening trying to convince us that Wormtail isn't a person but I don't buy it and neither does anybody else. Luna is quite the humanitarian and she raised some good points in Wormtail's favor. She's been trying to coach Voldemort and has been teaching him to say encouraging things to Wormtail. Voldemort is pretending to listen but I don't believe him because I overheard him muttering some demented stuff when Luna, Snape and Tonks were collecting wood to make the teepee. I believe his exact words were, "So phase one has begun. I have my own tribe and members who will consider me allies and teammates..."

Riiiiiiight, the things that man says when he thinks nobody is listening. It's a good thing I was still around camp to overhear such a truthful confession. Earlier, I'd been walking across the beach and I tripped on the most unusual thing. It looked like...well...a vine, maybe? I tried to pull on it but it was stuck in the ground. I started digging with my hands but I wasn't getting very far. I went over to the camp to grab my spatula and that's when I overheard his muttering. Of course he pretended like he hadn't said it but I'm not going to forget that comment.

Surprisingly, he offered to help me dig so we walked over to the small hole I'd already dug to survey the situation. Not surprisingly, he didn't really do anything except kick at the vine-thing and stare at the hole. But then he got this scary gleam in his red eyes when he noticed that Wormtail was just sitting by the fire doing nothing. Voldemort called him over to us and ordered him to start digging.

Once the others got back from gathering poles for the teepee, they came over to help as well. As we got deeper and deeper into the hole, we realized that the vine-thing wasn't a vine at all. It was actually a squid tentacle and there was an entire dead squid attached to it! Seafood!

I'd say that I'm rather pleased at how we've been working as a team tonight. I still don't trust Voldemort...and Snape was scaring me. It was almost like he was drunk and coming on to me for awhile but I don't know where he would have found alcohol on the island. I can truthfully say that I am rather nervous about sleeping in that teepee tonight.

Date:	2003-09-25 14:59
Subject:	Hot news!
Security:	Public
Mood:	devious
Music:	Cuz I Was High - Afroman

I think moldeemort is gay.

Date:	2003-09-22 22:17
Subject:	would you like to touch my spatula?
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused
Music:	if you want blood - acdc

As I'm sure most of you have been made aware, I, Fred Weasley, have decided to bring a spatula as my luxury item. For those of you who are wondering why, I am hoping that this post will clear things up. For obvious reasons, a spatula can be used for cooking and food purposes. Spatulas can also be used as cleaning tools and I'm sure that in a pinch, it may come in handy in a medical emergency.

hermioneknows is convinced that I am harboring some sick and secret sexual purposes in hauling a spatula all the way here but I am going to come right out and say it now that this is not the case. And I figure so long as I keep my spatula safe from the tube of lube that badmoonrising is toting along as his luxury item, my spatula's virtuous and chaste state of being shall not be jeopardized.

On a side note, I'd like to take this time to dedicate a song to my old Quidditch Captain and Gryffindor mate, bibliophile81. If You Want Blood by acdc. It's perfect. You're completely insane, Oliver.

Date:	2003-09-22 18:37
Subject:	My Twin
Security:	Public
Mood:	confused
Music:	I Will Survive - Aretha Franklin

Does anybody know where George is?