I have only two things to say about starting third year:

1) Everyone is brown. The bastards. Never mind that I hate sun holidays, and that even if I lay on the equator for six years all I'd get would be a melanoma, they're all brown. This is what happens when your course term begins in August. Which is practically a human rights violation in and of itself.

2) In one of the lectures - I think it was on professionalism? whatever - there was a comic of a guy with a broomstick up his ass, and a caption reading We've been getting a lot of these since Harry Potter and Quidditch became popular. All I could think of was that Snape/Firebolt fic - I swear, it's a good thing I wasn't sitting at the front or the lecturer would be wondering why someone was spontaneously dying of the laughter. It's an awful pity, however, that I can't remember the context of this picture oh, FIVE HOURS LATER.

This year is going to be insanely busy. I want cat macros.

Wait ... there was one more thing ... on the tip of my brain ... what was it?

Oh yeah.

WINDOWS VISTA UNBELIEVABLY BLOWS HOMG.