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[May. 13th, 2008|03:49 pm] |
I am suddenly feeling the need to run away again.
*My petition to redo the Menu has been denied. Why? Because what we really need in the Ministry of Magic is Aurors with diarhoea, all the bloody time. Trout with flaked almonds in brandy sauce for dinner last night. Ugh. |
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| & then i revolt; |
[May. 7th, 2008|11:16 am] |
I'm starting a petition to entirely revamp the Ministry cafgeteria's decor and menu because I'm sure all of the Ministry workers are tired of feeling like they are in the twilight zone and abandon all hope when they walk through the cafeteria doors.
*Made paella with black rice last night and ate all of it myself. And who cares if Shagswell is addicted to ZOOM!, I'm addicted to hommade summer fruts popsicles. |
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| & then someone speaks; |
[Apr. 30th, 2008|11:03 am] |
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...I think someone knocked me out with the funny bat and dragged me up North. |
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| & then i call out to Thomas; |
[Apr. 11th, 2008|12:33 pm] |
I accidentally let a few chocolate frogs in to our apartment. And remember that old tapestary you brought home from Bulgaria that you don't even look at anymore? The chocolate frogs gave up their lives to embrace it.
V. sad, really. |
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| & then i am everything! |
[Apr. 9th, 2008|12:25 pm] |
...last night I dreamt I died and ten thousand white doves flew out of my mouth & then my body was covered with so many forsythia flowers that nobody could find where I was.
I blame the recent trip up North for this & my brother & the world who seems obsessed with passing me by without waving a happy hullo.
& WHEN I SAY 'THE WORLD', YES, I MEAN YOU.
*I inherited a Périgord truffle from my great aunt Beatrice. It's the size of a tennis ball. I'M RICH. |
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| & then i am turned to stone... |
[Mar. 12th, 2008|03:20 am] |
Cillian got hurt in Madrid. He was returning home after visiting Nan and Gramps in Spain. Despite his injuries, he has refused to come back home. He is staying there to help out the magical populace affected by the attacks. Pa has left for Spain to check up on him while Cormac has been minutely distracted from causing damage to the men in my life. But I don't think he is going to forget any of it anytime soon.
And I'm hobbling around on crutches.
There's something really wrong with the world today. |
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| & then i'm not a mother?! |
[Mar. 11th, 2008|09:11 am] |
[written in a broken handwriting, with ink smudges all over the page]
thomas brought me to st mungo's but since my brother is away right now (the one who's a healer) i was left in the care of jeremy who is my brother's junior and a v. nice boy indeed. he has soft hands! i read him his fortune but i think i did something wrong because when i was done he looked at me with anger and told me i shouldn't be saying he'd die by getting boiled in a vat of flu control potion. i was only reading his hands...
then when i was sitting on a chair in the atrium, waiting for my discharge paper, my dad and my other brother, who's an auaror, came in. they had come for my dad's prescription but they saw me there and were v. shocked and concerned and then were v. angry about why i didn't inform them i hurt myself. cormac thinks i need to move back to our family home and quit my job at the ministry, which is not very nice because i have an official meeting to cater this week and i can't quit!
while i was trying to calm them down, a mediwitch came over and told me they had received the results to my test and sadly, i can never be a mother again. again?! i was shocked, of course, because i didn't even know i was pregnant?! before anything else could be asked, my brother started questioning me about the people i have been meeting here and i had to give him names because he does that for a living, you know. interrogation and all.
thomas, kirley and orsino, if a man who looks like THIS comes knocking at your door, please don't let him in for your own safety. oswald (wherever you are), i suggest you go to another country for a while.
i can't believe all of this is happeneing to why is this happeneing to me what did i ever do wrong i didn't think stealing some odd foodstuffs from the ministry scullery would bring me so much grief
for the time being i am back home in dennis' flat. with my dad and my brother. i'm rather upset.
i was really looking forward to being a good mum... |
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[Mar. 8th, 2008|09:07 pm] |
[written lopsidedly in extremely broken handwriting]
Dinner with Maman & Da & Orsino and everyone else was rather fabulous. It did not fail in ways which I had previously imagined. Everything went almost well and Orsino was brilliant, as always.
I thought it'd be a good start, you know...that & me, moving into a new flat that does not entirely hate me & seems to shrink in when I walk in to it or exudes a certain kind of malevolence that is only found in schoolyard bullies et cetera. But my attempts to talk with Dennis first hand have been utterly thwarted in a way which is v. weird indeed! But at least i have been able to leave him notes, which I do hope he will find and not get offended about my decision to move.
I have been packing, which is going not bad at all, considering the fact that I didn't get to unpack at all in the first place. The new savoury menu for tea has been suggested to the sous chef at work; which is also quite good. And to top it all off, Thomas is open to adoption, Penelope loves the banana jam and Oswald seems to have forgotten that he wants to murder me in cold blood...
So everything is good.
...then why am I lying here on my side on the cold floor almost completely numb, unable to get up?
Oh...right. I think I fell down the step ladder while trying to clean the kitchen ceiling in Dennis' flat and might've broken my back. I was lucky my journal was lying nearby! I suppose as I lay dying here, I can at least write some nice things & my will & the fact that ... |
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| & then i find happiness! |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|02:35 am] |
[Visible to everyone except Orsino]
Orsino Thruston is my boyfriend. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
Yes, I slept in Thomas Christian Vaisey's bed and after much consideration I have concluded that I am not ashamed of what I did and I shall do so again for if the house opened itself to me, who am I to turn down a welcome such as that? However, I do so despise being outwitted by inanimate objects that don't realize that they are, you know, inanimate.
Work has started & the only thing remotely remarkable is the fact that Ministry workers appreciate the new rotating menu suggested by me. The highlight was this dashing young Auror who kissed my hands after I made him a special sandwich out of all the good leftovers after kitchen hours (apparently that's illegal? What!) and you know, the risk was well worth the kisses.
My hands feel tingly. I must demand more of these from time to time.
*Cucumber sandwichs & banana jam scones with tea. I thought it'd be nice to have something new mixed with something old. And by the way, it was my Mother who invented banana jam. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|06:16 am] |
I don't know how to appease the Walls. They have launched a full blown campaign against me and keep ejecting my bags & stuff out of the room. They have also spat off all of the paint I put on them so painstakingly and continue to whisper to each other while I sleep, so I have to sleep on the couch now. I did fell asleep on Dennis' bed last night, but that was only until he came back home and obviously didn't want to sleep with me there spread-eagled on his bed. So again - the couch. He's being very supportive, but I am afraid tired of this so-called Wall based politics. Don't they know what happened to the Wall of Berlin?!
Work starts in five days and alreay I am so exhausted - I steal into Dennis' room when he's gone and sleep during the day. But for how long is that going to work?!
Any helpful hints? Reading my own palms is not an option, because it just doesn't work that way.
*Macadamia nut brownies topped with extra chocolate sauce and a jug full of Pina Colada for the battle that I have lost & the Valentine I can't remember (but he was Divine, I think) & Oswald Bole's jealousy impudence continuous moral degenration. |
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| & then i paint the walls! |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|04:21 am] |
Taking advantage of the fact that there is NO COLOUR in sight, I painted the Walls Sunshine Yellow and Tangerine Twist in my room. The Walls told me not to put these colours on them but hey, they can't tell the difference now! It's all light gray & medium gray to them!
VICTORY.
*Rhubarb and apple crumble pie with a glass of milk as Victory Treats. |
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| & then i begin! |
[Feb. 11th, 2008|09:10 am] |
Colin C. is my hero.
There I was, cold & shivering with the bulk of my luggage under the first street lamp of Euphoria Lane, with nowhere to go, and lo and behold! This young man (a bit on the skinny side) walked up to me and declared that he would take me in (more like mumbled and suggested I share his flat and split the rent with him), and of course, I said yes. Whosoever says no to a miracle shortens his/her life by no less than FIVE HOURS. It's written in the stars.
In any case, I had to write back to Papa and the Two Cs (Cillian & Cormac; brothers + rightful tormentors, augh) with a return address (218 B, Euphoria Lane!) and I couldn't wait any longer because then they would've descended upon me, telling me moving away from home was a bad idea and would've shipped me right back up North or to Spain, where my fate would be to stir vats of banana jam & watch Eduardo (Nanna * Gramps' fav. helper; thwart-er of many afternoon expeditions outside the house) doze off while peeling magoes, and I could not bear the thought, so even though the odds were against me, I stuck to my instinct and was rewarded with a home.
It's good to believe.
Now only if the WALLS would believe me that Sunshine Yellow is a good colour to go on them, my life would be much easier.
*Potato salad & fried black pepper chicken with beer bread for dinner; warm lemon tart for dessert. Too tired to make anything fancy for my first dinner with the new roommate. Have done much luggage-handling. Need a long, relaxing bath. |
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