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STOP SENDING ME EMAILS ABOUT GRADUATING. I am not graduating this year. I do not need any brochure. I do not need to decide whether we'd rather have champagne and strawberries or a sit-down dinner before/after it. I don't need to graduate; I'm still five years old.

Not. Listening. *sticks fingers in ears*

edit: *does a hoppy dance of rage* YOU CANNOT SEE UNDER THE ROBES. Why should I go and buy a 'nice plain dress' when no one will see it?

edit: They have commemorative jewellery. Really, really overpriced commemorative jewellery.

Shoot me. Now, please.

Made of win.

Terry Pratchett and I have just agreed to allow BPAL to do a set of Good Omens scents, the money to be divided between freedom of speech and orang utans. Terry also thinks the Agnes Nutter scent should have gunpowder in it...

... I am so doomed. Good bye money. It was nice having you but there are more important things in life. Especially if they do a Crowley scent, because awesome.

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Watching Stargate's 200 episode.

Can't breathe. Laughing.

Zombiesomg.

edit: omgomgomgdanielasthecowardlylionomg.

edit: "I don't understand why everything in this movie must inevitably explode."

This may be the most awesome thing ever made.