Georgia Nicolson

You know when you know you're doing bad and you know if you ask someone they'll tell you you're doing bad and you don't want to hear that but you ask anyway? Well, this is that.

No, I'm just kidding, this is just a how am I doing post! Comments are screened and I believe anon is enabled, so have a field day. \o

Character Information
Name: Georgia Nicolson
Canon Origin/Series: Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging/the Georgia Nicolson book series. There's the main website for the books.
School Year: 4th
House: Slytherin
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Out of school living location: Leeds, West Yorkshire, England
Blood status: Muggleborn

( HOOOOORN )

That contest isn't altogether so bad, I think. Nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition.

And quite a lot of boys that are rather easy on the eyes as well.

[Private//Mostly unhackable]

But strangely not Link. Although that might be for the best, so other girls aren't throwing themselves at him like common tarts. Only that incredibly useless Amber.

Although to be fair, he hasn't exactly gone 'Oh love goddess, I am entranced by your charmosity and beauteosity and your fab snogging skills, you are now my girlfriend.' so where does that leave me?

Well, that was only the most humiliating charm/jinx/curse/attempt-by-Hogwarts-to-ruin-my-social-life yet. What in the name of Merlin's commodious trousers was that anyway? How am I supposed to learn anything with it being the Sound of Music in here minus the lederhosen and sheep?
Well, I'm not. Which is why I didn't do half of my homework last week.

I need to start planning my outfit for Halloween; nothing like a fancy dress party to liven the spirits (and complexion).

[ooc: During the event, in a rare moment that Georgia was in the library she loudly burst into this song. Badly.]

Whoever nicked my things left the bras for a fantastic set of nunga-nungas, if the size is any indication. I don't suppose any of you girls would volunteer yours for size comparison. Not in a rudey-dudey way, of course. Just for, you know, purely statistical reasons.

I think I will keep the fake beard though.

[ooc: another placeholder! Georgia is now George. Shall respond when I get a chance!]

Cass and I were asked to make an apology for that whole mess with the boys journals last week, and so that's what this entry is for. We mean it most sincerely! Really. It was really really supposed to be strictly private.


Er, Happy St. Patrick's Day, I suppose. It's a good excuse to pretend to be Oirish and celebrate Leprechaun-a-gogo land, but a bit useless to anyone underage. Still, all the bits of green puts one in the team spirit.


[Private // Hackable]
GOD, what a mess that all was. I don't think I've gotten so many glares, like. EVER.

That's it, I'm turning over a new leaf. I think, from now on I'm just going to REALLY focus on school work, and just stay away from boys and try and think of my future and work really hard at being a quidditch star and so on.

Also. If I could not get hit in the face with a bludger again, that would be nice.

I wonder where Angus is, I haven't seen that furry freak in ages. And I haven't seen any chewed mousie bits either. Off terrorizing the house elves again, no doubt. I may have to stage an intervention.

I don't know what everyone is carrying on about, the condoms afford a PLETHORA of comedy opportunities. Why, before Angus went missing, I even made a little condom hat for him! Until he ate it.

[Filtered to Cassie and Naomi // Vaguely hackable to trouble makers]

Speaking of condoms, I had a flash of whatsit. Geniousity. I even surprise myself.

Why don't we wear the condoms like little booties and go for a bit of a slide? It'll be brilliant!

[ooc: Feel free to have seen Angus, as he's a savagely violent HUGE cat the size of a small labrador with tabby fur and a bit of ear missing, but no one find him if you please~]

It's very, very nippy-noodles outside but I have to stay in tip-top form for my first match on Sunday which I'm sure will be the first of many in my very successful career as a Quidditch star and/or back-up dancer, despite the subarctic conditions.

Honestly, what kind of sadist wants teams flying about in sub-zero temperatures? With any luck, there will be rain as well and we can all just enjoy a bit of pneumonia and die early deaths while we're at it.

It's almost faster to just cast a freezing charm on myself, but I can't be bothered.

BECAUSE IT NEEDS TO BE ON HERE. Copypastaed wholesale from the website.

The New and Improved Snogging Scale

.5 → sticky eyes (Be careful using this. I've still got some complete twit following me around like a seeing-eye dog.)
1 → holding hands
2 → arm around
3 → goodnight kiss
4 → kiss lasting over three minutes without a breath (What you need for this is a sad mate who's got a watch but no boyfriend.)
4.5 → hand snogging (I really don't want to go into this. Ask Jas.)
5 → open mouth kissing
6 → tongues
6.25 → nip libbling
6.5 → ear snogging
6.75 → neck nuzzling
7 → upper body fondling - outdoors
8 → upper body fondling - indoors (in bed)
Virtual number 8 → (When your upper body is not actually being fondled in reality, but you know that it is in your snoggees head.)
9 → below waist activity (or bwa) (Apparently this can include flashing your pants. Don't blame me. Ask Jules.)
10 → the full monty (Jas and I were in the room when Dad was watching the news and the newscaster said, "Tonight the Prime Minister has reached Number 10." And Jas and I had a laughing spaz to end all laughing spazzes.)