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[Dec. 22nd, 2009|04:58 am] |
Evan?
Whatever you do, do not go into your office, ok?
It's nothing major.
And I most definitely did not try to experiment on a Roomba by giving it artificial intelligence for my project due in February and have it go horribly wrong and try to eat myself or the kitten I also did not bring home.
So don't go in there, ok?
I changed majors!
AGAIN.
I'm . . .
Well, in about two or three years, all of you will be able to call me Professor Potter, teacher of Arithmancy and Magical Technologies.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a robot to go defeat before it does something terrible, like build more of itself, and start up a full scale war.
BEHOLD THE IMPENDING ZOMBIE-ROBOT APOCALYPSE!
QUAKE IN FEAR! |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|12:53 pm] |
I AM LEARNING HOW TO COOK!
My headshrinkerwizard says that cooking will help me gain a more healthy relationship with food. I think he's full of shit! I started panicking over breakfast today because I realized just how much fat is in egg yolks, much less bangers. I gave up and made oatmeal. One day at a time, I guess!
Gellert says I have to pull up my weight, because things like Lexxie aren't going to stop. And I want to help, but I'm a student, and he's not letting me because he says I'm not ready and would be more of a risk.
I hate being unable to do ANYTHING.
Anyway, TRACEY,
I'm on the hunt for new porn to try and distract me.
Wanna help? |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|03:51 am] |
I LIVE!
I got into a fight with my roommates, and moved out of the dorms. I lost my journal in the process and had to buy a new one. APPARENTLY you can't own two at a time, and nothing was showing up in it. IT IS NOW STUPID.
Anyway, I'm off the team officially for Quidditch, which sucks, but Gramps wound up getting me some swanky new digs - which is Rory calls my new flat. But I'm not staying there all the time, but I just think Gramps doesn't like thinking about where else I'd be staying. They're still nice, and at least he's getting over all the grawr shite. I don't like fighting with him.
My psychwizard adviser is having me take cooking classes. It's actually a lot of fun. I'm sort of bored right now because good Borscht apparently takes forever to simmer or something. It smells delicious, and I really hope I don't wind up giving myself something with it. Like food poisoning, or herpes. Though I'm not sure how you could get herpes through soup.
But knowing me, and my terrible ability to cook anything when not stoned...I WOULD FIND A WAY.
mmmm...venereal disease broth. DELICIOUS |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|04:28 am] |
So.
This week? Has been awesome.
Really bloody awesome.
And since sarcasm doesn't convey too well through journals, that's awesome in the not sort of way.
( Weakly hexed private )
It's official.
I'm nutters.
If any pets go missing, someone come looking for me. I think my inner Potter serial killer has emerged or something.
NOW IF ONLY I COULD GROW A BEARD I COULD BE A SEXY SERIAL KILLER. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2009|02:50 pm] |
QUIDDITCH IS BACK!
I forgot how much I loved to play! I'm actually on the team. Coach is pissed, because I failed my first weight check. Under by like, almost two stones. So I have to gain a stone by the next weigh ins, which is like...four weeks away?
I need lots of cupcakes.
And hamburgers.
This true story!
And I got my first bludger to the head. It's like the official signal for start of school season practice or whatever - me getting a bludger to my head, and paying it back by throwing something random. I threw my shoe, which is technically not against the rules.
Or at least it wasn't.
Then again, until last season, neither was throwing bees. Now it's listed under Chapter 3, Section 2, Paragraph 7, under the article, "Items Forbidden for Use in Defense of Oneself" in the rule manual.
They should have known better than to trust an ex Slytherin to employ simple logic! |
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[Sep. 1st, 2009|03:35 am] |
Note to self:
SPOONS DO NOT FORKS MAKE.
Bloody university, bloody sleep deprivation, and bloody....bloody English! I'm a tech major! I should be able to write my essays in binary if I want. Who bloody well gives a rat's rabbied shag about intransitive verbs or adverbial clauses?
I'm supposed to be working on this essay. Instead, I'm sit here trying to eat three-day old chinese food with a spoon because one of the wankers at the dorm party last week decided to steal all the forks and permanent sticking charm them to a tree.
For once, it wasn't me.
My roomies are odd. I didn't get a place to myself this year. It's one of those big dorms? Not like, the tiny ones with only two beds. We each have a very small room, one common room area, and a little mini kitchen, but we share it with five people. The main commons is just down the hallway. Gramps thought it would be good for me to be around other people more often.
Not like I have much problem with them. They're all training to be Hallowed in the tech field, which works, I guess.
I guess he's hoping being around them might influence me to want to do something other than wank to porn or something.
Oh, I also got a tutoring post for arithmancy. It? Is going to be amazing.
I am a freak for how much I like math. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2009|12:44 am] |
So...I guess I should write.
NARA is out.
I'm going back to school soon and need to go check out the available dorms.
I've been staying at home with either Gellert or Gramps. It all depends on where I want to be. Neither of them are really my room though. They haven't ever really been. It's not their fault, I mean...Gramps and Gellert are awesome with making me feel welcome. But...I don't have like...up to date clothes in there, or stuff on the walls that's recent, and it's just not like...lived in. I dunno. I think I just feel displaced.
I killed somebody.
( ...it must have been a few hours, because his blood was sticky on my hands... )
I need a new awesome name. Like a cagefighter name. Or...something so I don't feel so damned melancholy or emo or whatever.
Huh.
I've got nothing. |
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| UNIVERSITY BOYS ARE GROSS |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|10:26 pm] |
( Al has a cow--drawing that is )
I just moved out of my dorm! Seriously, it sucked. Most of my stuff got sent back to Gramps' place until we get reassigned in late August. Apparently, I might get put into another room, but someone is going to be living in my old one for the second portion of the summer semester. SUCKS.
I'm staying with Rory right now. I adore him, but no joke, he smells like soup and plays his shit way too loud. He's doing a fighting game with Stanford and Cal and for some reason that I cannot name it's in Japanese or Chinese or maybe they're just making lots of "WAHFLAHFOIWJF" noises and it's they're really saying NOTHING but being obnoxious! Those sorts of languages always make my head hurt when they're played really loud (not like Russian or German which are just audio sex, and sometimes Italian) and it's accompanied by screaming and cheering and if they don't turn it down soon I'm shaving Rory's face pubes off his bleeding mug.
(NO OFFENSE KAILIU. You sound pretty when you speak Kailiu-language because you make it pretty like and you don't SCREECH IT OVER A ROARING CROWD OF STUPID.)
UGH.
I'm only here for a DAY. But he's so MESSY! I had to discreetly sanitize the couch before I would agree to sleep on it. He had laundry lying on top of it that I don't think has been cleaned in MONTHS and a plate from my birthday cake with part of the cake still on it and that was almost two months ago in the middle of the clothing pile.
I feel dirty! |
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|12:14 am] |
Rory is out of town. He went back to Naziland (aka GERMANY) for the weekend. And I guess by weekend, he means the whole fucking week until next monday because he hates me.
And Cassie is off with her girlfriend or boyfriend or whoever she's dating this week, and even my gamer mates aren't on right now. And Gellert is playing with his dumb dog and Gramps is off being occupied with Sally, which is fine, because she needs to like, be all set for the moon or something like that. But Scorpius went away, and I'm trying not to be upset over it, because if I get upset then I'm going to cry and I'm wearing a liquid eyeliner and that will get in my eyes and make them burn and then I'll go blind and run into a wall and hurt my knee and the healer isn't in today and I'll be too blind to go to him or to Teddy or anyone else so I'll have to lay on the floor with a hurt knee until I die of starvation because no one is here who loves me enough to check on me.
I think I just ran out of words. Huh. I really can't think of anything to write beyond that. Maybe I should just do my homework.
HAHA yeah...that'd be the day.... |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|05:38 am] |
Hey Merlin!
Do you wear trousers?
Did they have trousers in the time you were from?
Or was it all like hose and codpieces or whathaveyou? |
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| My limbs are spaghetti! |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|02:21 am] |
My arm looked like spaghetti!
Like, all limp noodle. I was practicing, right? And I got hit by this bludger hard. I was doing a dive to get the snitch and was iiiiinches away when this wanker shot the bludger right at my arm. Snapped it clean in two few inches above the wrist. Bully him because I caught it with me other hand before I fell off! Though...bully me because I fell off a good two meters from the ground and dislocated my shoulder when I landed. That was not on. Not at all.
But we won! So that's all that matters!
I got a picture, because it was right awesome to see it. After it was healed, we got burgers and booze. I ate this big monster of one, and me with my huge mouth could barely fit it. I'm doing out of season training with a private league sorta thing - one of those sign up and do intense shite. And I've never been so hungry in my life.
I've got muscles again! Or at least somewhat. They're forming. But my arms and legs are all not-wobbly, and I punched Rory yesterday and he felt it.
And Tracey!
I made you something!
Vicky!
No, I did not steal your leggings. You should check with Cass. She's been complaining that she bugged up hers, right? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|04:09 am] |
It has little to do with life and everything to do with death.
That's the only line out of my lecture I heard today. I hate some of these classes...one of them goes through for another week, because it's an "interim class", and then I have a few summer ones.
But that one...
I don't know. That line just messed with my head, and now I can't sleep.
Coach came by today with my normal healer. We had to do the measure ups. I'm still underweight, so I'm getting started on a bit of a reverse-diet, which I really don't want, but if it gets me back onto the team for fall, I'm all bloody for it.
My knees are all skinned up. And I got my arm popped outta socket. Also nearly broke my wrist, and I have a concussion. But I still won the street Quidditch match. I've started playing again because geek or not, I refuse to have any team I'm on suck, and I haven't been on a broom in long enough. Plus, it felt really bloody nice to get out there again.
I found a magazine. Maybe that's what shagged up my mind when I heard that line in lecture, but it was about one of my cousins. Quidditch star, it said. Looks nothing like I remember him, to be honest, and I realized how much I miss them all. I wonder if they still miss me too. |
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