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[Jan. 9th, 2009|07:03 pm] |
[Hexed Private]
Father's not been getting any better. He's never been this
I feel like.. fuck. Mother keeps asking when I'm going to bring a bird home.
I don't want
Neville I just need to get my mind off things for a while. I'll be glad when Oliver! ends and I have some time to myself. If I survive this next case. I think they give the assignments with malicious intent, that's got to be the reason for
I need a break.
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( Hexed Private to Kimb )
( Hexed Private to Neville )
Blue or green?
( Hexed Private to Cormac McLaggen ) |
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[Dec. 11th, 2008|08:05 pm] |
Never. Fucking. Mind. |
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[Dec. 11th, 2008|06:41 pm] |
I don't think I've ever been so busy in my life.
For those of you waiting for justice on account of your leafy companions, patience, patience. Honestly, between the love potions, the Museum break in, the mistletoe and the spike in crime that always comes with the hols, we're stretched a little thin. Get over it.
I myself have been amazingly wise and have simply avoided the mistletoe. Yes, I'm just that brill.
It is getting a little tiring hiding in the flat all the time and having to dodge them at practice. Damn plants. But, I fully intend to make it without one of the damn buggers attaching themselves to me. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2008|12:58 pm] |
( hexed private )
I hate weddings.
But I've got my dress robes for another week, so if anyone's in need of a best man or just wants to get married, well you know, I can dress the part. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|11:23 pm] |
I refuse. I am not going to this charity thing.
I was. I swear I was. But all of this horrible nonsense with people asking for dates over the journals makes me want to gouge my eyes out. And women with dresses! No. I will not go and be a part of this.
Head Auror you can kiss my arse. It's not like I'm not already on the black list anyhow.
Plus last time I was at Saint Mungo's I ended up with a scar, which I'm pretty sure could have been healed if the nurse hadn't been so offended about my comment on her personal hygeine. The woman needed the advice though, she smelled like the Gryffindor Common room.
Wouldn't know anyone anyhow.
Who's actually going? |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|05:14 pm] |
My string of bad luck continues, has someone cursed me? Seriously.
Jenkins didn't show up on Tuesday for work so I went to find him, logical right?
We ended up in a fight and hospitalized, idiot had been drinking. Irritated over this muffin crap like everyone else in the bloody world.
( hexed private )
The Ministry is taking action in regards to last week's muffin incident so you can stop sending in your suggestions some of which are entirey inappropriate. Thumbscrews? Really folks, it wasn't that bad.
( hexed private to Cormac McLaggen )
( hexed private to Dennis Creevey )
Also, Montgomery I'm pretty sure you don't want me at your party. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2008|03:09 pm] |
I hate my life.
In other news, the case is all done and submitted. Just have the hearing on Monday then Longbottom can be rid of me.
In other other news, watch what you eat. I'm not allowed to divulge more than that.
Thank you red tape of the Ministry.
Also I'm broke fucking chocolate. Please paycheck gods hurry up the damn owls. In the meanwhile, any other blokes interested in providing food? My pantry would most appreciate any contributions. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
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I fucking hate everybody, except Lavender. Because of a stupid love potion.
Ok I don't hate Kimberly, she has good taste in food so I suppose she's alright.
Back on the topic of Lav, do you think she'd let me call her Lav? That's moronic and disgusting. Lav. That's awful. Anyhow there is some seriously bad poetry in my wastebasket, thank goodness nobody else lives here.
Also, I think I figured out the key to having a good partner, I just need to feed them a love potion and then lead them on while they do excellent work for me. It's a brilliant idea if this whole love potion thing wasn't so irritating.
Hopefully Weasley will do something for Creevey, I don't know how I'm going to survive coffee tomorrow with him.
Also I think I'm going to collapse... I'm so fucking tired. Thus the increase in hatred for the world. Definitely not fully recovered from being sick.
Lavender is so beautiful.
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[Nov. 4th, 2008|12:57 pm] |
I think something is wrong with everyone and I'm serious. Not just in the "I hate everyone" Zach way, like something is actually wrong.
Sitting at home staring at this bloody journal there seems to be an influx of .. awkwardness.
I'd put in a report, but what's to report? Everyone has lost their minds?
Maybe it's just me.
Also, do you think Lavender likes poetry?
I'm an idiot.
I should be doing my paperwork anyway, not mooning over Brown messing with this journal. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2008|06:31 pm] |
How was that Halloween thing at the Museum?
I made sure mother and father donated, who's to say the Smith's aren't involved with society anymore? But as for myself I spent Halloween curled up in a ball of aching pain. I caught the flu, I think it'd been coming all week, but I just ignored it.
Once it hit I was too miserable to even venture out for a potion. So I just ate all of the fruit and soup in the house and tried not to kill myself. I couldn't even read my eyes were burning out of my head.
I'm sure my suffering has made some people very happy, which is why I decided to write about it. You're welcome, glad to be of service.
I hate every one of you, especially the Herbologists. |
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[Oct. 20th, 2008|04:33 pm] |
Why can't people just refrain from killing one another?
And why must they get creative about it?
The job does have it's perks though, someone left their expensive coffee in the lounge and let's just say between me, Jenkins, the Frenchie and Wills there's not much left.
And by that I mean none.
Yes, the Aurors are conscience-lacking thieves. You heard it first here.
Longbottom's surprisingly helpful and |
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|03:54 pm] |
I might have to cut out my eyes after all the drivel I've seen here. I thought you lot were pathetic at Hogwarts, but I had no idea. I feel like I opened up some sort of teenage girl's novel..complete with adolescent angst despite all of you being adults.
I will never check up on someone for old time's sake again, the things I have read..
I am in awe at the amount of utter shit you've thought up to jot down.
On another note, now that I've alienated everyone and reminded them why they hated me in school, does anyone know where to get proper vintage furniture?
I've got this old bed frame and matching bedside table that I've decided will be the cloth from which the rest of the apartment will be cut. Yes, I'm redecorating, again. For those of you who know me, a depressing few, then you'd know that if I don't change things up often enough I lose my bleeding mind.
( a picture of said bed is taped in here ) |
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[Oct. 6th, 2008|06:39 pm] |
Do you dream, that the world will know your name
So tell me your name
Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon
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