Anything for a quiet life (not)
Has anyone noticed, how everything seems to happen to me?
I promise, i'm not being egocentric. It just...well, it honest to Merlin seems like everything revolves around me. It's bizarre! Hm.
First things first - I urge the Hogwarts Ghosts not to give up their collective day jobs. That singing was horrendous, and worst still, the second years seem to have taken it up as their own personal anthem and are running around screaming it at the top of their lungs whenever they get the oppertunity. Die. Kill. Stab.
Secondly, I attended that bizarre little pow-wow down at the Well, stirred the water (which, incidentally, smelt like death. I urge whomever is responsible for the upkeep of that part of the grounds [Hagrid?] to get it seen to. It can't be hygenic) and got the magical silver sparks/midnight blue water/ra ra ra. Fantastic. I feel rather special, as it seems 90% of you got diddly-squat when poking your wands about in there - that dodgy pre-pubescent looking ministry official and Maghnus' darling daddy gave a brief speech before hand - something about 'untapped talent' and 'fostering our childrens brilliance'.
Haha. Cool. I'm brilliant.
Told you so.
But really, on to more important things:
rockmeruet (yes, i'm talking about you Luficer) is being a complete ass. He sent me some vaugly nauseating owl about 'wanting to see me' and when I didn't reply, rocked right up anyway. "Oh, I heard you were...sick...blah blah blah, I want to help. I'm worried about you. I care about you, you know. La la la. Etcetera etcetera."
Dickhead.
He broke up with Tale to 'be with me in my hour of need' - what a fucking misspent crusade. I don't need anyone, shit-for-brains, much less you and if (in some crazed fit of insanity) I did decide I needed my ex-boyfriend/alcoholic guitarist/rapist to 'give me a hand' i'd bloody well ask. So fuck off. Seriously. You may just have made one of the biggest mistakes of your life - don't you dare come back to my room and try and fuck things up (for yourself and me) again. Cause i'll have no qualms with hexing you six ways from sunday.
That said and done, this entry has probably made it quite clear that I am 'cleaning out my [metaphorical] broom closet'.
And what better way to finish than with eeking out a bit of revenge that's been three years in the making?
Yeah, that's right. I fucked him up. I fucked him up good - so if you see him moping about the castle, looking like he's about to burst in to tears, do the right thing and mock him like you've never mocked him before.
Initially I regretted making him finally realise how much hurt and pain and suffering he put me through. I regretted making him sob like a two year old (in front of me, no less). When he told me he knew what he wanted, and he wanted me, I seriously considered giving it 'another go'. Because for a split second, I really really thought he might have changed, now he knew what it was like.
But no. Nope. Here we are, three days on, and once again he's the biggest tosser in the world - we're back to 'whore' and 'bitch' and 'leave me alone I hate you I never want to see you again'.
Okay. Fine. I know you're lying, by the way, but if you feel that you need to tell yourself (and everybody else) that to get by - whatever. Good for you.
I don't care.
Met a boy last weekend.
Pureblood function. Cousins were latching on to him rabidly. Came to talk to me, instead. Ha ha. Sucks to be them and all that. Fucked him on the couch in the middle of a room full of people. Yay.. Turns out he goes to Hogwarts. Haha. Funny that. How did I manage to overlook that one? Ah well.
So yes. All in good fun. Doesn't mean anything but...might as well enjoy it whilst one can.
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Yes, alright. I regret being such a bitch.
Maybe I regret taking a chance on this thing when I don't know what it is (or where it's going).
Maybe I am a whore who needs someone else inside her to figure out who she is.
Maybe maybe maybe...
I'm sorry Draco.
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I promise, i'm not being egocentric. It just...well, it honest to Merlin seems like everything revolves around me. It's bizarre! Hm.
First things first - I urge the Hogwarts Ghosts not to give up their collective day jobs. That singing was horrendous, and worst still, the second years seem to have taken it up as their own personal anthem and are running around screaming it at the top of their lungs whenever they get the oppertunity. Die. Kill. Stab.
Secondly, I attended that bizarre little pow-wow down at the Well, stirred the water (which, incidentally, smelt like death. I urge whomever is responsible for the upkeep of that part of the grounds [Hagrid?] to get it seen to. It can't be hygenic) and got the magical silver sparks/midnight blue water/ra ra ra. Fantastic. I feel rather special, as it seems 90% of you got diddly-squat when poking your wands about in there - that dodgy pre-pubescent looking ministry official and Maghnus' darling daddy gave a brief speech before hand - something about 'untapped talent' and 'fostering our childrens brilliance'.
Haha. Cool. I'm brilliant.
Told you so.
But really, on to more important things:
rockmeruet (yes, i'm talking about you Luficer) is being a complete ass. He sent me some vaugly nauseating owl about 'wanting to see me' and when I didn't reply, rocked right up anyway. "Oh, I heard you were...sick...blah blah blah, I want to help. I'm worried about you. I care about you, you know. La la la. Etcetera etcetera."
Dickhead.
He broke up with Tale to 'be with me in my hour of need' - what a fucking misspent crusade. I don't need anyone, shit-for-brains, much less you and if (in some crazed fit of insanity) I did decide I needed my ex-boyfriend/alcoholic guitarist/rapist to 'give me a hand' i'd bloody well ask. So fuck off. Seriously. You may just have made one of the biggest mistakes of your life - don't you dare come back to my room and try and fuck things up (for yourself and me) again. Cause i'll have no qualms with hexing you six ways from sunday.
That said and done, this entry has probably made it quite clear that I am 'cleaning out my [metaphorical] broom closet'.
And what better way to finish than with eeking out a bit of revenge that's been three years in the making?
Yeah, that's right. I fucked him up. I fucked him up good - so if you see him moping about the castle, looking like he's about to burst in to tears, do the right thing and mock him like you've never mocked him before.
Initially I regretted making him finally realise how much hurt and pain and suffering he put me through. I regretted making him sob like a two year old (in front of me, no less). When he told me he knew what he wanted, and he wanted me, I seriously considered giving it 'another go'. Because for a split second, I really really thought he might have changed, now he knew what it was like.
But no. Nope. Here we are, three days on, and once again he's the biggest tosser in the world - we're back to 'whore' and 'bitch' and 'leave me alone I hate you I never want to see you again'.
Okay. Fine. I know you're lying, by the way, but if you feel that you need to tell yourself (and everybody else) that to get by - whatever. Good for you.
I don't care.
Met a boy last weekend.
Pureblood function. Cousins were latching on to him rabidly. Came to talk to me, instead. Ha ha. Sucks to be them and all that. Fucked him on the couch in the middle of a room full of people. Yay.. Turns out he goes to Hogwarts. Haha. Funny that. How did I manage to overlook that one? Ah well.
So yes. All in good fun. Doesn't mean anything but...might as well enjoy it whilst one can.
[private]
Yes, alright. I regret being such a bitch.
Maybe I regret taking a chance on this thing when I don't know what it is (or where it's going).
Maybe I am a whore who needs someone else inside her to figure out who she is.
Maybe maybe maybe...
I'm sorry Draco.
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