You know when you hate someone so much you just want to talk crap about them all the time and plan ways of humilliating them...
…like swapping bodies with them for a day so you can go around insulting people and talking shit about their friends to their friend’s faces, then strip naked and go around snogging other girl’s boyfriend’s then act really retarded or even kill someone, so when you switch back to your own body and they’re back in their own you’ll be fine and they’ll get locked up and everyone will hate them and everyone who pretends to be their friend will hate them (cause really they only hang around with them for the attention and if they’re a guy a blowjob once in a while) and I will be like. Mwahaha, that’s what you get, you whore.
Yes, I meant what I said and I said what I meant, an elephant’s faithful one hundred percent!
Right, so I keep dreaming about this guy I used to go to school with, until he left like a year and a half ago (Not gonna mention his name as that would be completely embarrassing, even though there is no way he’ll ever see this, haha) Anyway I used to fancy him for a long time, and then I realised he was completely not my type and the only reason for me liking him was cause he teased me a lot and I liked the attention, terrible I know :/
Anyhoo, last night I had this dream that he came back to school and we were somehow the best of friends - then (getting completely off track) the guy I like just now was in it and strange stuff happened - but this isn’t the first time I’ve dreamt about him… the old guy not the new guy.
So I like dreamt he was chasing me with this grass cutter ages and ages ago, when he was still at school, and I keep dreaming about him, but in strange ways. I’m a little scared. I mean, I’ve not seen him in what? two years, so what does that mean? That I’m waiting to see him again? I’ll admit that I’m curious about him, but I don’t think about him 24/7. :’) This seems really silly, but I’m quite annoyed with it, so I’ll just wait and see if it’ll happen again!
I feel like Bauld Harry only has a few days to live.
I sure hope he gets to change back into his human form before he does!
If he doesn’t I might just have to kill myself cry my eyes out.
…and I feel a rant coming on, and an unexplainable urge to type a large quantity of bullshit, so here I go.
It’s getting quite annoying that people seem to think that Bauld Harry is just a brussel sprout, when actual fact he’s not. Sure he’s taken the form of a bussel sprout, but thats only because my friend gave me a brussel sprout for christmas and I thought it be funny to draw Bauld Harry on it. This was not the creation of Bauld Harry.
Bauld Harry was drawn on a piece of yellow sugar paper at my friend’s house when we were watching Harry Potter. I was drawing a Harry Collage and I had only drawn half of harry from the cover of The Philosopher’s Stone DVD and hadn’t completed the hair. We laughed for ages and we still crease at it till this day. THAT is the true Bauld Harry, not the brussel sprout.
When we spoke about it at school - how people had been talking to us about Bauld Harry - we decided that Bauld Harry (the version of H.P. drawn on paper) had drunken some polyjuice potion and turned into a brussel sprout. My dear friend pointed out that to make a polyjuice potion work you needed hair, and brussel sprouts had no hair… I felt that I should’ve said he was an animagus, but I had already said otherwise and didn’t want to change my mind.
I realise that I’m talking about Harry Potter with no hair and a random brussel sprout, but I feel like Bauld Harry is - in a weird yet wonderful way - my son. And I do get that I sound like a complete crack head, (you can decide if I am or not…) but people need to understand what Bauld Harry is and that he does symbolise something… two idiots having a good time and enjoying one of the best creations ever made (Harry Potter).
Now I just need to accept that he is a brussel sprout and he will SLOWLY decompose, but decompose nonetheless. It’s Christmas time too.