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[26 Aug 2008|12:14am] |
I'm having dinner at home tonight.
Which means I'll probably end up looking ridiculous when I leave.
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[20 Aug 2008|10:44pm] |
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Is there any way to trace an owl?
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[25 Jul 2008|12:20am] |
Times like these make me miss first year. Remember first year? Our biggest problems were homework.
I miss homework.
And now the world knows that there's something seriously wrong with me.
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[14 Jul 2008|02:48am] |
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I don't know what to think anymore.
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[28 Jun 2008|05:13pm] |
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This search isn't going anywhere. I think the world has given frustration an entirely new definition.
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[22 Jun 2008|11:57pm] |
Hannah? I dunno if you've got your journal on you. And we're not the best of mates or anything, but I hope you're all right, yeah? The Prophet said you were missing.
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Let's just...let's just hope that they were wrong, yeah?
[Hexed private to Parvati]
George said he got into it with you. I'm assuming you're the bird that knocked him one upside the head.
[Hexed private to Hermione]
So, er, I was going to ask you out to dinner tonight, but what with Hannah going missing I'm gonna have to reschedule with you. They're chucking us Aurors into search parties and the like and I'm going to be wicked busy for a while. I'd complain, but I really want to do this. Hannah was...she was nice, y'know? I'm worried.
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[18 Jun 2008|08:08pm] |
Right. So.
What does it mean, exactly, when a bird goes on and says something completely stupid like, "Oh, well it doesn't matter who I've dated, Ronald, because I'll always end up with you. And it's by choice!" Or some rubbish like that. And then after that they just sort of storm off without giving a fellow any sort of explanation at all or even a reason to want to follow except to bloody well strangle them to death!
I don't get you women. What d'you want from me? I'm only one person! Merlin!
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[09 Jun 2008|08:44pm] |
Writing rubbish out on parchment normally isn't something that I'd consider up my alley. But, seeing as I'm bored out of my sodding mind and all, I decided to join the masses by giving it a go. I could start out by telling you all about my deep and most personal feelings, but I reckon it would be better for everyone out there if I left that to the pansies and girls of the journaling population. So instead of doing all of that, I'm gonna go ahead and make a nice little schedule for myself here. One that I will probably never look at again, but will highly amuse me all the same.
1. Go to work.
2. Pretend to work while at work.
3. Take a break.
4. Pretend to work again.
5. Take another break.
6. Pretend to work some more, then track my fellow co-workers down and pretend to work with them.
7. Stop by the Burrow for dinner.
8. Drag some mates out to the Leaky.
9. Get trashed with said mates at the Leaky.
10. Find a way back to the flat.
11. Rinse and repeat.
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