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| Thursday, August 7th, 2008 | | 7:48 pm |
Finally took a peek at the column. Bloody relief that was Don't know who writes the bloody thing but they didn't say a damn thing that was new. And everyone knows that half of it isn't true Andy and Lydia woulda told me if it was, wouldn't they?. Thanks for thinking I'd win against Suzuki though and that Bloody Slytherin CHEATED! True or not, that was bloody low what they said about Goldstein and what they mentioned about her dad. Merlin, could you gossip people be bigger wankers? | | Thursday, July 31st, 2008 | | 1:23 pm |
Private to Lily and Albus Did the two of you remember to buy dad anything? I ran out of galleons before Hogsmeade and I didn`t. I made him something but I didn`t buy anything. For him. | | Wednesday, July 30th, 2008 | | 6:25 pm |
Damn the bloody weather. Just damn it! Merlin. Just when things were getting bloody well better and bloody ice pellets. Fuck.
On a more fun note. Yesterdays exams were bloody well exciting, right? Huh? Bombed most of them, except maybe Care and Charms. I might have passed herbology. Not that I really care ... sorry herbology lovers and Professor Longbottom, but Merlin, it`s herbology. Not like it`s going to help with music or anything like that.
Saw a bunch of you outside. Get in before you get sliced open by ice pellets. Though that`d be a bloody original way to go don`t you think? Fucking stupid but original.
Private to the friendly sorts (meaning NO Slytherins, Head Girls, or tattle-loving Prefects)
Anyone want to celebrate how much I don`t care about the exams with a warm drink and some food in the Gryffindor Commons? Best way to spend the bad weather: Butterbeer, Treacle Tarts, and Me!
/End Private | | Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 | | 6:54 pm |
I AM BLOODY GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU PARKINSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it was you who did something to my bloody breakfast, you fucking pillock. You thought being bald was bad?! I was bloody passing GAS all SHITTIN ... BLOODY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't know bad. WANKER! It is SO on!
Private to Patrick
I am still not talking to you. But my honor as all that is COOL in Hogwarts needs to be defended. You're in. And I swear to Merlin if you tell Harper or Nott or your rule loving boyfriend, I will NEVER trust or talk to you again. Got it?! Good.
/End Private
Private to Gryffindor Quidditch Team and Issy and Patrick
I am decimating Parkinson. And while we're at it Williams. Because I've hated the prat since first year. And I don't like the shit stuff he's been saying about Vio. They're dead. The colouring of their briefs? We're doing it. Just backing it up now. Maybe next week? They'll be expecting retaliation. I can't wait. It can't be the only thing we do. We need something big. HUGE!
What they did to me cannot be forgiven. CANNOT!!!!!!!! It took Pomfrey an hour. AN HOUR!!!!!! Even with a bubble-spell on her head. A fucking HOUR before she could counteract what that prat did to my stomach. I STILL Smell like FIVE skunks died in and on me. I've bathed TWENTY times!!!!!!!!! Girls walked AWAY from me. FROM ME!!!!!!! I want their fucking heads on platters since YESTERDAY.
/End Private | | Sunday, July 20th, 2008 | | 7:35 pm |
Private to Isaac We're still messing with their briefs Private to Baddock When do you want me to pay my dues? Private to Lydia We're still getting pissed Private to Gryffindor Quidditch Team You all played very well. I'm very proud. Lyd, I hope that bludger didn't get you too badly. Andy, you and our other beaters were fantastic. Vio-baby you and me ... This last one hundred points! While I am proud of you, we still lost. No fault of our own of course. However, we still need to bring it in stronger and harder for the next game. That feint was both unexpected and not half-bad. Baldy, Baddock, and the Rat-Arsed-Bastard were, Merlin it pains me to say it, were nearly flawless. Not as good as me and Vio-baby but good enough. I've gone over our game-plan and the game, in my head and on parchment. I've created charts. I'll be distributing them to you all at breakfast. I've revised our chaser, seeker, and keeper plays. Suzuki and Dumas are rather brilliant together There. I said it MUCH better than anything those Slytherin rejects could pull. Smith isn't a newbie like Malfoy. We lost the first game of the season. It was nothing but luck on their parts, so I hope you all aren't beating yourselves. I don't blame any one on the team. Just know that practices are going to be more difficult and gruelling than before. I know you lot will be able to match whatever I throw at you. | | Friday, July 18th, 2008 | | 3:51 pm |
Hexed Strongly to Everyone in Gryffindor and to Paddy-cakes Now I included everyone in this hex since you're all probably wondering about Parkinson's threat. Haha. Yes, I'm the reason why the eldest male Slytherin prefect is walking around BALD! Genius isn't it? For the more rule cautious of you lot, don't worry. He's not going to take points from everyone in the house. He's bluffing. Plus I doubt Stiles would let him Goldstein might, you never know what day she's going to have a sense of humor. And it's strange enough as it is. What is more I won't let him. I don't know if I should fess up to it though. I already had sweet, glorious, detention. The Headmistress wanted to laugh. I KNOW that she did. It's only a matter of time before Parkinson finds out it's me. I have to admit, for a Slytherin, he isn't stupid. And they're always suspecting me anyway. I wonder why? I just can't figure out if I want to see how long it takes for him to realize the genius behind his shiny dome is me or do I want to tell him in his face just for the shock of it? Any suggestions? Now, I know I don't have to tell any of you not to tell anyone who could tell him-at least until I figure this out-, do I? No. I didn't think so. My biggest worry, if you could even call it that, is to figure out what he could do in return. Parkinson isn't anywhere as good as me and my mates. But if I was held at wand point I suppose that I could admit that he isn't half bad at revenge. He is a Slytherin after all. It's the territory to be defensive. Current Mood: accomplished | | Monday, July 14th, 2008 | | 1:34 pm |
Private to Gryffindor Quidditch Team All right ladies and gents, as we all know we have a game against Slytherin this coming Saturday. Now, I know that everyone thinks that I won't be able to keep myself from lunging at Malfoy during the middle of the game but we all know that is there stupidity. To those of you who might be worrying, I'd never do anything to jepordize our chances can't believe I have to justify and reason to my own team.
Now I scheduled practice three times this week. Now, all of you know that I am not a morning person and I think it's absolute rubbish to force you all to play in a situation you can't concentrate in. However, I did schedule a 5:45 morning practice on Friday. It should get you used to the harsh weather, if you aren't already, just in case something unexpected happens on Saturday. Plus I happen to have plans Friday evening. Be smart to sleep early on Friday to be on best shape for Saturday. No excuses.
For the other two days I've scheduled after dinner. That way I won't get any complaints of hunger. You'll be tired, probably, but I advise you all to eat enough to give your strength and not fatigue. If I see anyone nodding off it'll be laps until your arse and arms fall off. We'll be practicing until late but I'll give you enough time to go back to your dorms to finish up your homework and to sleep. Though I advise, again, for you to do your homework during study hall.
I know you're wondering when the other two practices. Today and on Tuesday. Short-notice, yes but it could have been shorter and before classes. Cancel any plans you have. Unless they are life and death. Compared to Quidditch they can wait. If I can put off my weekly guitar practices and that sixth year Hufflepuff, you all can put off whatever else. Be there or it'll be private practices with me for the rest of the season, in the morning. Rain. Snow. Or whatever. And you'll be bringing me my breakfast and having to be the one to drag my unwilling arse out of bed. And I'm not in my best of moods early morning.
Any questions or arguments? Say them now and any time before first practice. | | Sunday, July 13th, 2008 | | 10:30 pm |
| | Saturday, July 12th, 2008 | | 9:50 am |
Make them both proud?! What the bloody shite is that?! Fucking damnable shitty and rotting A[Private to Patrick fricken Ashford]You get on my bloody case about fricken whisker burns and you're sneaking around with a fucking SLYTHERIN?! Has everyone close to me banged their heads and decided to fly of to BARMY land?! At least Louis and Dom seem to have the bloody common effing sense they were given at BIRTH! Tell me you're not seeing Nott and I'll believe you. [/End]I haven't said a bloody damn thing once on the journals because someone who apparently is with a Slytherin in the first bloody place. Then again it's just a bloody gossip column, which is ... ha, USUALLY based on SOME damned truth told me that apparently my sister can make her own bloody choices. But I promise you Malfoy on all that is good and Quidditch, heck on my bloody guitar, if you hurt my sister and touch my bloody brother in anyway that you wouldn't do in front of your grandmother I will Merlin, knows I'll find something good enough, you rat-arsed bastard Current Mood: pissed off | | Monday, June 30th, 2008 | | 1:04 am |
I have decided. Have you read the Emperor's New Clothes? Aunt Hermione read it for me once, wonderfully funny. Poor bloke though. Horribly underappreciated. Not that I know how that's like. Anyway. I have decided. That I'm going naked. Okay. Fine with a coat. Now before someone can be an idiotic buffoon and point out that it's not muggle ... I'd simply like to say that the muggles go about in the clothing they were born in ALL the time. Merlin it's wonderful. WONDERFUL I tell you! I'm moving to California. They have these nudist beaches you know. And food. I hear the food is to die for. Almost better than Isaac's. Hear that mate? Gets a cookin'. Oh and of course the music. Not far from Seattle, Music Capital of New Rock in the States. I think I'll move to the states. I mean it. Nashville. St. Louis. New Orleans. It's enough to drive a bloke mad all that music, although half of them will never have anything on Liverpool, I think. But I'll live in California. San Francisco. Who is with me? Not the moving. The naked? Slytherins and ugly people not allowed Common ya know ya wanna! Oh and on an added note. The Little Guppy was talking about dates. Funny thing that, dates. Funny as in if anyone asks my sister out I'll kill you. In the literal sense. All in good fun, yeah? It's Halloween after all. You can ask Albus though Poor bloke needs to get SOMETHING I think. Don't ask me what the scribbles says. Mum says I can't make fun of him anymore. Or else she'll tell Nana on me. Just not on if you ask me. Now. You all may be wondering why naked? Can't I afford a costume. Can't I think of one? Don't be ridiculous. The answer is a very firm yes to both ... do know I'm laughing at the firm. N-E-Way. I just felt like it. It came to me suddenly. Now. You may be asking if I am worried about detention. No. Not really. ( Private to Team Legolas ... or Whatever Vio-baby is naming the bloody thing ) |
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