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[09 Aug 2008|06:42pm] |
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( pictures taped to the page )
I nearly gave my sister a heart attack this morning when I apparated us to my grandparents' house in Somerset. But the drive down would have taken hours, and I think that Cooper was about to break - she needed to get out of the house, away from this city, the hospital, and her so-called 'friends', and no one can take care of you better than Nonna. That's her up there.
Going to school, I missed my grandparents more than my own parents most of the time, even though I didn't see them much less than I normally did. But the idea of being different from them bothered me so much... I wanted to be just like them. And when I was upset over that, Nonna made everything better, and Pops made me laugh until I thought I was going to crack in two.
You know, it's not often that I actually realize how lucky I am, but today has definitely been a reminder. I know for sure now that Buttercup is going to be just fine, and I think I'll be alright to keep things that way until she's ready to take care of herself.
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[07 Aug 2008|08:04am] |
Things that suck:
1. Being muggleborn. Those pureblood supremacists had a point.
2. Being a girl. This is from an outsider's view, but really. The catfights, and bickering, and backstabbing. Can't you just punch each other and get over it?
3. Diets. My little sister is refusing to keep junk food in the house unless I start doing all the shopping. She says I'm getting 'unhealthily chubby'. She's got to be kidding me. I ate tofu today.
4. House hunting. Since when did the prices here get so obscene? People realize that it's, y'know, Liverpool right? Water. Factories. More water. Terrible accents. Rude people. More water. More factories. Football. Nothing all that exciting.
5. I felt uncomfortable without a number five.
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[05 Aug 2008|05:28pm] |
( Private )
( Private to Seren )
Don't you wish they sold Time Turners in shops? Right next to unfrayable shoelaces and happy ending pills. And hypoallergenic cats, of course, for Tonks.
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[04 Aug 2008|10:13pm] |
Does anyone know where I could hire some strippers? The good kind - not the dime-a-dozen syphilis ones. Although there won't be actually sex going on. Just stroking or... slapping.
...Seamus?
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[03 Aug 2008|12:02am] |
My cousin, Aïsha, finally gave birth to a little boy, Journey Shilah (oh dear god...), only three whole weeks after her due date. We were starting to think he was never coming. She emailed me a picture of him, and I have to say that the kid was definitely blessed with the unnaturally-large-Tuor-mouth which will undoubtedly lead to unnaturally-large-Tuor-teeth. Poor guy. I might fly out to California for a week or so to see him and the rest of my family. It's been too long, and my grandmother has been gnawing my ear off about how the ocean is only a barrier if we make it one, and they came here for Christmas, and yada yada.
But, Christ, it's going to be hot.
( Warded private to Unspeakables, ward is modified to exclude Graham )
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[28 Jul 2008|04:54pm] |
If I ever decide to get married, someone please hit me and drag me back to my journal so I can remind myself that eloping is the way to go. I just spent two and a half hours looking at napkin rings. What the hell does it matter when you're just going to toss the damn thing aside?
But it's nice to see him so happy. Even if I'll never let Atticus live this or 'What d'ya think, Rab, do these trousers make my package look small? I don't want anyone to pity Cho for marrying some guy with a tiny pecker' down.
And now you can all tease him about it, too.
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[26 Jul 2008|05:44pm] |
Today I took Lulu to Amsterdam. After that we fought Vikings together (and of course we took them down, Merlin, you really had to ask?). We were a little tired after the battle, so Lulu and I chilled in the Arctic (excuse me, yes I can use a bad pun, this is a five year old we're talking about) before running back to Europe - stopping in Paris for lunch, of course, and finally making it back to England.
And this is why I'm the best uncle in the world.
( I asked Lu to give me her best 'Amsterdam Green' face... I'm glad she had no idea what to do. )
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[23 Jul 2008|07:20pm] |
I swear to god, my family is going to drive me to an early death. First Miss Coop, my darling baby sister, master of debauchery, has gone and gotten herself fired on her fourth day of work after her boss found her shagging (no, not a coworker) a patient in his bed. Buttercup, cue innocent face and 'who me?' tone, argues that "it was all she could do, to fulfill a dying man's last wish". Come on now, a DYING MAN (she protests that we're all dying) - the man had a cochlear implant. Last I checked, being deaf isn't a terminal illness.
I might as well start looking for a bigger flat. She's here more often than not and I usually end up on the couch (who's a better big brother, giving up the bed to my wayward sibling?). The plan was for her to crash during the week so she could make it to work until she found roommate and gathered up rent money. But:
A. I don't like her friends. They're fucking seedy as hell.
B. Without a job, no rent money.
And Atticus and the Bridebeast have gone and moved up their wedding to September. I mean, fuck, I understand the reasons since we all want to make sure Gatsby is up for it, but now she's gone and gotten even MORE frightening than she was before.
At least she's kicked the kilt idea. Thank god for small favors.
((added later)) And Coop stole my cigarettes ... God, she drives me insane.
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[20 Jul 2008|10:15am] |
Clearly you lot have never watched The Office. I've said it once, and I'll say it again - everything you need to know about life you can learn from tv.
This is so very Michael and Jan. Yep.
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[18 Jul 2008|07:34pm] |
Vi, this is for you since you were so interested in kidnapping the closest thing I have to a child.
( Woozieboo )
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[15 Jul 2008|03:22pm] |
( Warded private to Burke )
Note to self: Learn French.
Added note: Bribe Vaisey into giving French lessons in exchange for artery-clogging food.
Added added note: Convince Cho to back away from the kilt idea.
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[08 Jul 2008|07:40am] |
Chop, chop, you all have to be more creative than I am. What do I name the new love of my life? I could stick with the theme and go with Christopher Robin, but I'm not quite sure. Little guy gives me 'wtf?' looks when I call him that, so I don't think he likes it much. Then again, he kind of has a permanent 'wtf?' look on his face, I think it's why we picked each other... we had a connection.
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[05 Jul 2008|02:45pm] |
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[04 Jul 2008|10:37pm] |
 
My goddaughter, Lulu, is staying with me for a few days while her parents are in Newquay for her grandmother's funeral. We went out to the park for a bit, but Lu barely had time to sit down on a swing before it started raining. And you know what? Instead of running back home, she asked if I would dance with her. I asked her why, of course, and she told me that it rained when the angels were crying, so she wanted to show her grandma that she was doing alright, and that we were happy.
So, I danced with her, and it really did make me happy... and the rain even stopped a little, if you'd believe it. Sometimes I think life would be so much better if we were all children. We could fix all the world's problems by dancing.
She's the best medicine I've been given this week.
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[02 Jul 2008|04:52pm] |
I have skin again. This, my dear friends (and Goldstein), is a ceremonious occasion. And now I can say, with absolutely certainty, that beauty might not run skin deep, but having some on the surface really helps matters.
I do miss my shoulder freckles though, very much. I spent nearly thirty years acquiring that sun damage, and now I have to start from scratch. Does scar tissue even freckle? Is that possible? I should ask Starfish. I’ll have to tattoo lots of brown dots over the tissue if not, because I really was attached to those – they even had constellation like pictures. Like Mopey, the unicycle riding dog by my collar.
RIP Mopey. Poor bloke.
I also have my journal back, for good I think, after Atticus stole it away to talk to my teddy bear. He’s so grumpy… I really don’t think we’re related. No, he was definitely adopted. It’s the only way to explain everything. Like how he can’t cuddle to save his life.
I’m dragging Seren back to my flat tonight. As brilliant a healer as she is when it comes to medical ailments, she needs some healing of the Rabbit variety. Soup. Bed. Worn flannel shirts. Fuzzy slippers. Rest.
Is that alright with you, Star? I promise to cook real meals and not just order Chinese. I’ll even shave if it makes you happy.
If you say no, I’ll have to knock you unconscious and carry you out. And then Pique would be left alone with Woozle…
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[01 Jul 2008|12:49am] |
I'm not a writer. I'm not even a speller. Truth is, I'm not much of anything. I've spent my whole life running from being something. I ran from school for fear of failure. From the war for fear of pain. From relationships. From my family. From being known.
People ask me why I decided to be an Unspeakable. If I was recruited. No. I was a car mechanic, that's all I am still. Only I work on a different sort of engine now. I chose it because... I needed something that no one knew anything about. I think because I never knew anything about myself.
I really don't.
The only thing I've ever known is that I'm half. Half a person, half a heart, half a soul. I've got Atticus for that part of me that needs to be something. He's making something with his life - he... lives. I think I've only ever just existed.
It's funny how you could come an inch from dying twice in a single week, and not care or worry about that. As long as everyone else is alright, then it's okay. I never had a life to lose. Maybe it's time I should work on that.
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