Running late.
This 8th year of school has officially reached it's max on the 'how-much-does-this-fucking-suck-o-meter', and we're barely a week in. I don't see how it could possibly get any better. I'm back to being stuck in a dorm (which only makes me miss my bed) and fighting for a shower in the morning, (which only makes me miss my bathtub) then rushing off to class (which only makes me miss not having to go to class) to sit in a room in my bloody uniform, while Professor A-Soon-To-Be-Fat Overly Emotional Pyscho Bitch from Hell Tonks scampers about the class room trying to play the part of the so subtly sexed up teacher. I don't know if I can stand a full year of her here. Thankfully, she seems to usually leave me alone ... to the point of ignoring me, actually. This, I figure, is great, as I'll have all the time in the world to catch up on my sleep as she bores me straight into it.
I was rather content these past few weeks, and pretty damn happy just a few days before coming here, and I'm not anymore. I miss having that someone to sleep with every night. I already miss him. I don't want to hear that I should try to make this best of this year, and I don't want to hear that I should just stop worrying and bitching about it because 'if you just do it, the year will go by much faster'. The only thing I'm hoping will go by faster is the weekdays, so I can get the hell out of here on the weekends.
Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I have to find the time to speak with Demise. I'm worried about her. Possibly more worried than I was when she didn't return my owl, because now I know for sure there was a reason for it, and it doesn't sound good, and I feel like shit for not having found time to seek her out. I spent a rather nice evening with Draco and a box of chocolate that I was in dire need of, only to have the next morning completely blow up in my face. Meeeh. I can't seem to do anything besides be, at the very least, mildly pissed off.
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Idiots. The both of them. Both of them are just idiots. No wonder they love each other so much. Even if their idiocy transpires from different places, they're both utter idiots. Treat her like a child because she acts like one, and she can get away with just about anything she would like to do - regardless of the consequences - and no one seems to mind because she is apparently someone who cannot be held responsible for her actions. Ask for help (for sympathies sake, of course).
Runs himself into the ground knowing the consequences, bundles up this blind hatred for those who enjoy it more than anything else on the planet, and then allows himself to explode in the most inappropriate ways. Damn sure he can handle anything and everything even though most times he's proven wrong and ends up doing something idiotic. Best she does is annoy the hell out of him when he asks something of her. I have never seen him act so much like an idiot as yesterday morning, and I doubt I can forgive him for that. He likes to call me a child when he and Tonks are the ones who act like one.
He wouldn't even listen to me. Begging that, "I'm tired. I'm tired and I just want to sleep. Can we talk later? Ra ra ra.", leaves, and proceeds to make fun of me with Tonks. Adults are assholes, and next time those two need my help, they can piss off.
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I was rather content these past few weeks, and pretty damn happy just a few days before coming here, and I'm not anymore. I miss having that someone to sleep with every night. I already miss him. I don't want to hear that I should try to make this best of this year, and I don't want to hear that I should just stop worrying and bitching about it because 'if you just do it, the year will go by much faster'. The only thing I'm hoping will go by faster is the weekdays, so I can get the hell out of here on the weekends.
Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I have to find the time to speak with Demise. I'm worried about her. Possibly more worried than I was when she didn't return my owl, because now I know for sure there was a reason for it, and it doesn't sound good, and I feel like shit for not having found time to seek her out. I spent a rather nice evening with Draco and a box of chocolate that I was in dire need of, only to have the next morning completely blow up in my face. Meeeh. I can't seem to do anything besides be, at the very least, mildly pissed off.
[Private]
Idiots. The both of them. Both of them are just idiots. No wonder they love each other so much. Even if their idiocy transpires from different places, they're both utter idiots. Treat her like a child because she acts like one, and she can get away with just about anything she would like to do - regardless of the consequences - and no one seems to mind because she is apparently someone who cannot be held responsible for her actions. Ask for help (for sympathies sake, of course).
Runs himself into the ground knowing the consequences, bundles up this blind hatred for those who enjoy it more than anything else on the planet, and then allows himself to explode in the most inappropriate ways. Damn sure he can handle anything and everything even though most times he's proven wrong and ends up doing something idiotic. Best she does is annoy the hell out of him when he asks something of her. I have never seen him act so much like an idiot as yesterday morning, and I doubt I can forgive him for that. He likes to call me a child when he and Tonks are the ones who act like one.
He wouldn't even listen to me. Begging that, "I'm tired. I'm tired and I just want to sleep. Can we talk later? Ra ra ra.", leaves, and proceeds to make fun of me with Tonks. Adults are assholes, and next time those two need my help, they can piss off.
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