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Oh my god, Dinosaurs! Live! That's just...fucking cool. It's an arena full of dinosaurs but without the getting eating part that would probably ensue! Which seems like even better than the real thing when I put it like that. AND it's coming back to London on the 26th so maybe I will get my T.rex for a pet after all! And this one wouldn't need feeding! I mean, forget to feed a fish and that's just sad but forget to feed a dinosaur and that's really only sad for you.

Okay, you know what? I have to say it. I'm going to go there. Living statues? Freak the FUCK out of me! They are like the freaky bastard cousins of mimes. And everyone else I've asked is also freaked out by them. Well, I only really asked Mum but she felt adamant about it...so that's like a weighted vote, right? Anyway. They were all over the park earlier. Needless to say, though I'm about to say it anyway, I'm not going back to that park. I'll have nightmares. I might even cry. Maybe. I'll keep you updated.

I still haven't found a store that sells miniature T.Rexes but that plan might be on hold so it's okay! Now I'm going to get an exciting coconut crab! I'll name him Renee or Coco or something and since he'll be SO BIG I can even make him wear a Hawaiian shirt or something. But the best part, the BEST PART, is that everyday I'll walk him past Adrian's classroom so he can wave his ginormo claw at him since Adrian loves coconut crabs so much! Doesn't that sound fun?

I've never had a pet. Ever. Is that weird? No fish, cats, dogs, reptiles, amphibians, rodents. None. I am deprived and I didn't even realise it until I went into the pet store this weekend (there was a cute window display of baby bunnies! I was helpless) and I realised I've had a sad and empty life. No furry, feathery, scaly or slimy friend to call my own! Tragedy! There should be a support group!

So now as I have to overcome my emotional turmoil and choose a pet. But it's got to be a brilliant one. Suggestions? I'm figuring T.Rex.

Why did the headmaster fire the cross-eyed teacher?

Because he couldn't control his pupils.

AH HAHA Everyone loves lame jokes.

My family has never been much on the Easter front. But every now and again my Aunt gets the most random urges and ideas. Apparently this year it's celebrating Easter in full force. She owled to say I just HAVE to show up at her place next week. Great big family gathering with roast beast, eggs and family dysfunction. She didn't include that last one on the invite, I threw it in but I think the odds will be on my side. She tried this one once before already, when I was nine. All I really remember was that great uncle Peter was convinced dad was at the first Easter and wouldn't stop asking questions about it and that my cousins decided Easter eggs were for pelting me with. Of course they throw like girls with really bad aim so that wasn't so scarring. I also remember they decorated them with Quidditch logos and quotes from WWN's Complete Waste of Time. So as long as my Aunt doesn't end up crying in the garden again and I don't get yolk in my hair it should be the best Easter yet.

Roses are Red
I am so blue
Thank god it's a charm
And not as bad as the flu.

The blue hue makes me creative. Well, for a limited amount of 'creative'.

Honestly I think the blue works for me. I'm just glad it's not orange because orange? Really not my colour. Well, I guess blue isn't my colour either since...it's not normal.

I think I'd like to learn Russian. I don't know why. All I can speak is English though, and even then I tend to make a bloody mess of it. But it'd be nice to be able to make a mess of another language as well. Russian just seemed different, neat. Then again, I'd like to go back to Germany so maybe I should learn German. All I know is Viel Glück! and Ich verstehe nicht and abwarten und Tee trinken. That won't get me very far.