50. 27/12/81.
Well Jesus Christ on a fucking Cleansweep.
Great Christmas, if only because we got a new toaster. Because I'm bloody cheap and I won't pretend I'm not, we're keeping the old one that Weasley broke so now we can make three slices of toast at once without breaking another fucking toaster. THERE YOU GO WEASLEY, YOU GET YOUR WISH. Let it never be said that stupidity can't yield a positive result, but it'll cost you. Or in this case, my dad, who either paid attention or Matt told him what to get me.
Whatever, I survived Boxing Day which is half a miracle because I was busy trying to keep up with Lottie at the unofficial Bats victory party down Diagon last night (and fucking Christ that was hard, who knew someone that tiny could put away that much whiskey?) not to mention that I had practice this morning, but AHAHA, I showed up and Moran still can't bloody hit me even when I nearly took my liver out the night before.
Schedule has us facing Norway U-21 next Sunday I think, the Irish U-21 schedule's packed coming up and I can't bloody wait. If I keep on I just might break some rec We're having a kickarse year and no one can deny that.
Been looking ahead, and. Well. Just take a look at the rosters, anyway, it looks like the most important bit is for women in Quidditch these days is apparently not winding up up the spout (no offence, Julia, I'm the Curenton spawn's #1 fan or something -- should be a bright little bugger if nothing else) and so I'm throwing away loads of money on potions but it's completely worth it.
Oh and I'm thinking about starting a pool on when Jo Stanton Bones finally starts cranking out kids. Any takers?
Christmas was depressing on both ends but I think it was at least a little easier for Teagan since I was there so if I can help. Whatever. Right?
Bloody kids, I don't know what to do with kids. My family doesn't do the kid thing.
I can't stop missing Mum. It's not getting easier. I wish it would.
UGH.
Anyway. I had a sex dream about Emmett Whitby last night. That was weird. Whatever I drank last night, I'm not drinking it again.
Great Christmas, if only because we got a new toaster. Because I'm bloody cheap and I won't pretend I'm not, we're keeping the old one that Weasley broke so now we can make three slices of toast at once without breaking another fucking toaster. THERE YOU GO WEASLEY, YOU GET YOUR WISH. Let it never be said that stupidity can't yield a positive result, but it'll cost you. Or in this case, my dad, who either paid attention or Matt told him what to get me.
Whatever, I survived Boxing Day which is half a miracle because I was busy trying to keep up with Lottie at the unofficial Bats victory party down Diagon last night (and fucking Christ that was hard, who knew someone that tiny could put away that much whiskey?) not to mention that I had practice this morning, but AHAHA, I showed up and Moran still can't bloody hit me even when I nearly took my liver out the night before.
Schedule has us facing Norway U-21 next Sunday I think, the Irish U-21 schedule's packed coming up and I can't bloody wait. If I keep on I just might break some rec We're having a kickarse year and no one can deny that.
Been looking ahead, and. Well. Just take a look at the rosters, anyway, it looks like the most important bit is for women in Quidditch these days is apparently not winding up up the spout (no offence, Julia, I'm the Curenton spawn's #1 fan or something -- should be a bright little bugger if nothing else) and so I'm throwing away loads of money on potions but it's completely worth it.
Oh and I'm thinking about starting a pool on when Jo Stanton Bones finally starts cranking out kids. Any takers?
Christmas was depressing on both ends but I think it was at least a little easier for Teagan since I was there so if I can help. Whatever. Right?
Bloody kids, I don't know what to do with kids. My family doesn't do the kid thing.
I can't stop missing Mum. It's not getting easier. I wish it would.
UGH.
Anyway. I had a sex dream about Emmett Whitby last night. That was weird. Whatever I drank last night, I'm not drinking it again.