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[12 May 2008|04:57pm] |
For the love of Merlin, people! Just because they sell it doesn't mean you have to buy it! Perfume is bad enough, but that new stuff that Malkin's hawking is ridiculous. Euphoria? Really? I think I'll speak for everyone on the Lane with sensitive noses when I say that that stuff stinks.
Head ache, head ache... Erm, sorry. Am in a bit of a temper, obviously. Had a nice weekend with Mum; Judith and I nearly burnt down the kitchen but Merlin knows we tried to be good children and cook for her. Dad just stayed far, far away, the wise bastard.
I don't mean to be cross with anyone, but if all those fake flower-y smells weren't nasty enough, now there's old, rotting food smell to contend with? Among other things?! Ugh.
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[29 Apr 2008|10:55am] |
I've sort of been putting off writing because I wasn't sure what I'd write. A lot of things have happened in the past few days, I guess, and it's all just... well, I suppose I'll say that everyone else has written about it in detail, so I'll let myself off the hook about it. The only thing I have to add is that I likely go against the general opinion in that I wholeheartedly support the Kiss penalty for these particular offenders. I know revenge isn't considered all that pure a motive, but to put it mildly: bite me. I don't care if it's not a pure motive, and I'm not going to care.
In other news, for some reason the sink's backed up. I'll be fixing it this afternoon Bryce, Michael. Behold, the glamour of my life.
( Warded Private )
( Warded to Padma Patil )
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[17 Apr 2008|04:11pm] |
Well, it's been a day.
This morning I was accosted by a group of religious sorts who seemed terribly disappointed that I wasn't suffering from a plague. I confessed that I had very little idea as to what they were talking about, but if they needed some help, St. Mungo's was right around the corner. I was tempted to growl and threaten to eat them be slightly ruder in order to get rid of them, but there's rarely any gain to be found in being unkind, I've found, especially among crazy religious or political types. Better to smile and move on than reason with the unreasonable. Oh yeah, there's advice I could stand to follow myself...
Anyway, after the above-petitioning for my immortal soul, I managed to irritate a bohemian chap when I knocked over some bizarre fixture that passed as art. Honestly, it was right in the middle of the sidewalk, and... well, yes, I should have seen it, but I didn't, and who puts "art" in the middle of the sidewalk, anyway?! And it wasn't even good art, and one swift reparo took care of the problem immediately, but... anyway.
And then I got home a few minutes ago and discovered that BRYCE AND MICHAEL HAVE EATEN ALL THE CHOCOLATE BISCUITS. And so now I get to go back outside and brave the religious nutters and the crazy artists. Thanks guys. Ever so kind. I tip my hat.
Gits.
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[03 Apr 2008|10:06am] |
Are those damn rumours about Azkaban prisoners being released ever going to die? It'd fly in the face of everything that the war stood for, and I'd like to think that a "life sentence" would be just that - for life. Call me crazy, but I'd like to take our judicial system's rhetoric at face value.
Other than that - not much going on. I helped out Dad this weekend with airing out the summer room. Doxies everywhere... what a mess. My parents are thinking of letting go of the manor or converting it into something more useful. It's a lovely home but way too big for just two people (hell, it was ridiculous even when Judith and I lived there). They're thinking of donating it to the Wizarding Council in Bath and having it be some sort of meeting place for that area. Naturally my grandparents aren't speaking to my parents at the moment as a result, being that the "CAPPER FAMILY HOME" has "BEEN IN THE FAMILY FOR CENTURIES" and "BLAH BLAH ELITIST BLAH BLAH HISTORY BLAH RESPECT BLAH"... the broaching of the topic certainly livened up the Easter holiday.
Oh, and Mum sent me pie in thanks for helping Dad. Go ahead - be jealous. That's right.
( Warded to Michael Corner )
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[21 Mar 2008|02:31pm] |
Okay, so I was planning on sleeping most of the day, but because Miles is the most obnoxious dick on the face of the planet of circumstances outside of my control, I don't think I'll be napping anytime soon and certainly not tonight.
My family will be celebrating Easter this Sunday at my grandparents' home in York. I actually received an invitation this year, which is a step up from the past few years, so I look forward to veiled insults and furtive glances in my direction. My sister Judith's already said that if Nana says anything, she's going to lob the ham at her, but I... don't think I'm going to be hiring Judith to be doing any PR for me in the near future.
It's sort of strange, actually, how we celebrate Easter. Not all Pureblood families observe it, and really there's no logical explanation for how the tradition got started. My theory involves one of our great grandmothers - she's always covered up in the back of portraits and there's no record of her at Hogwarts (or so Judith claims). I think that she was a Muggle, and when she married into the family, she started the tradition of having Easter dinner, but of course Nana and Grandpa aren't going to admit to that. You know, because of the shame of it and everything. Whatever. Sometimes my family is idiotic. I thank my lucky stars every day that at least my side of the family's progressive when it comes to blood elitism. Not that it particularly matters - we Cappers have been destroying the sanctity of the Pureblood elite for ages now and we're bloody well proud of it.
Anyway. What does one wear when one's being forced to see their grandmother who sort of hates them? I can't ask Judith - Nana's considered her a genetic mistake for ages, but she's only turned on me recently - because Judith makes a point to wear things around her that are usually only appropriate if you're working the oldest profession in the book, if you get my drift. And NATURALLY this lovely Sunday dinner is occurring the day after the Full Moon when all I want to do is sleep.
And dammit I still want to eat Miles.
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[12 Mar 2008|12:52pm] |
I don't know what there is to say about what happened in Spain. It's horrifying that so many lives can be blinked out in just a handful of moments. It's equally horrifying that some people claim that just because the event appears to be Muggle in scope that it doesn't affect us. We all live under the same political climate, no matter what the delineations in our governments are. I'm inclined to start a boring lecture about political responsibility, but I'll spare you all and move along to the next topic of note.
Bryce and I still need a roommate. I have no money for rent this month We're both pretty laid back when it comes to things; the only stuff I guess you'll have to worry about is Bryce's smoking and my problem. Other than that, we're pretty clean and there's usually leftovers in the ice box. We're getting desperate so We'll take just about anybody as long as they're not gits, Death Eaters, completely foul, or disapproving to an intolerant amount of bad 80's music. Priorities, you know.
I've got an article coming out in the Quibbler - it's on the oh Merlin this is so embarrassing recreational habits of the mythical Beast of Bodmin. Uh, obviously it's meant as a satire unless you actually believe it in which case I wonder at your abilities to detect sarcasm but it was a lot of fun to write especially the part where I got paid
( Warded to Padma Patil )
( Warded Private )
( Warded to Eddie Carmichael )
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[29 Feb 2008|10:26am] |
Think I'm going to go to Shropshire and possibly Wales for a bit this weekend. I won't be gone long; it's just that the city is really getting to me. London is so loud and smoky, and there are so many people... sometimes I just need a quiet place where I can think. The hills are going to be freezing this time of year, but eh. It'll be worth it to get out there and not see a single establishment for ages save a few ruins, here and there.
Not that I don't care about you lot, I just need some alone time. Trust me, I get stroppy without it. Ask Bryce. My stroppiness has gone up approximately 45.87 percent in the last few weeks.
And yes, authority figures, I've done the necessarily paperwork to get into Wales. I'm so obedient; give me a biscuit.
( Warded to Ginny )
( Warded to Bryce )
( Warded to Parvati )
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[18 Feb 2008|12:28pm] |
I read the funniest joke the other day in a back-issue of Transfiguration Weekly. Why did the Heliotophic Constant cross the road? To phet to the other Slide! Ha!
Merlin, I love nerd humour. Anyway, here's a bit of horror - an ex-girlfr a good friend of mine, Elise Crook, was supposed to be married last Valentines Day. Evidently the cupids who struck Euphoria Lane made it all the way to Diagon, because instead of saying her vows she fell madly in love with the priest. Things got straightened out thirty minutes later, and she was married properly, but Merlin, I bet the photos of that wedding were something special.
Anyone want to go out tonight to Kelly's? I realise it's not our usual Thursday but I'm not going to be able to go this week. Why full moons seem to fall on Thursdays every bloody time is beyond me.
( Warded Private )
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[14 Feb 2008|01:52pm] |
Hello, all. I just wanted to let everyone know that this Valentines Day, Daphne Bletchley and I... well, we've been terribly, terribly silly in recent times, hating one another. We've both realised how petty and damaging it is, and thankfully have dissolved the past.
In short: we're in love, and we don't care who knows it!
Merlin, that feels amazing to say!
Edited Later: Please, PLEASE... just ignore everything above this. Please.
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[12 Feb 2008|10:00am] |
[written in messy handwriting] I suppose I might comment on how everything is in black and white, but really, I don't know what there is to say about that. It's surprisingly difficult to see, and food looks a little gross. I managed to drop one of those useless Marvel's Enchanted Razors on my hand, mostly because I'm so extremely graceful, and the blood was a whole lot darker than I would've anticipated. My hand's all bandaged up; I'm hoping to get lots of sympathy and maybe some filthy signatures on the cast.
But other than the general weirdness of the Lane and my usual clutziness, things have been going pretty well lately. Judith's hiding some sort of Valentines Day present in my flat so her husband won't find it, and the damn thing keeps singing inside its pink pastel box like a bloody bird. Not really what I want to hear first thing in the morning, but I don't think on the grand scheme of things I've got too much of a choice. At least it'll be out of the house by Thursday.
( Warded Private )
( Warded to Ginny Weasley )
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[04 Feb 2008|11:53am] |
Forget the obvious problems with having some sentimentalized theatrical bullshite about life as a vampire running for public consumption in the Netherlands. Project "Fangs for the Memories"? Whoever thought up that pun should be staked.
I hate vampires.
( Warded Private )
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[29 Jan 2008|01:25pm] |
Regarding our new little prehistoric friends...
...they're rather fun to chase.
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[16 Jan 2008|10:21pm] |
Today's been a banner of a day. In the space of a mere twenty one... no, make that twenty two hours, I've:
- gone to work and gotten my Auror trousers altered so they're FINALLY bloody long enough again
- tossed out some Wheat-A-Bix that was so old it was legal to attend primary school
- managed to trip over pretty much nothing and land on my face in front of what appeared to be a gaggle of Muggle tourists,
- heard a striking message from a Sam Fawcett making what sounded to be a "grand gesture",
- enjoyed from afar the fantastic sight of Miles Bletchley suffering from an acute mental breakdown exercised the fine art of crossing out things that would do me no good to report,
- ate the rest of the tin of biscuits Ginny brought back from Ireland,
- went through an old box of stuff I'd had since the war, which led to me wondering why Eddie Carmichael looks like a serial killer in every picture I have of him,
- gotten bitten by a spider, which is leading me to all sorts of intriguing medical questions
- had a pint. Or three.
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[12 Jan 2008|07:21pm] |
Well, I suppose it could be worse. I was expecting some premature gray, anyway, but at least it looks like I kept up with jogging. Judith had one holy hell of a fit when she came over and discovered that she's the spitting image of Dad (minus the glasses), so her ensuing breakdown and wails of "I CAN'T LOOK LIKE THAT" pretty much made my enchanted mirror worth it.
Things are pretty quiet around here. Bryce and I are writing up an ad for a new flatmate due to our current one moving in with his significant other, but that'll be up later. I'm hoping to break that quiet by starting my guitar lessons with Cameron soon, my apologies to what I'm sure must be our long-suffering neighbors. However, a guitar play-off with Bryce doing "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" with "Dragon Hearts Never Die" as the encore will be happening shortly.
( Warded Private )
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[31 Dec 2007|03:26pm] |
Year: 2003
Age: 24
How was your birthday this year? It came and went, really.
Make any new friends? I made several new friends! It was one of the highlights of my year.
Lose any friends? I don't imagine so, but I reconnected with several old ones.
And how was the world of romance for you this year? Extremely kind.
Occupation: Occasional free-lance writer, worker for the WSC and AUROR again!!
Pets: None.
Get any taller? Merlin, I hope not.
Hairstyle for the year? Uh... it's hair.
Best outfit of the year? Clothes? What the hell?
What did you do for New Year's? Nothing of note.
What did you do for St. Patrick's Day? Er... nothing of note.
What did you do for Easter? Nothing of n Attended church with Judith and was right uncomfortable for it, at that.
Where did you go on Summer Vacation? I didn't go anywhere, really. Paperwork for that sort of thing is a beast no pun intended
What did you dress as for Halloween? A Chudley Cannons player. Meaning I was in Quidditch gear and was beaten up and defeated-looking.
What did you get for Christmas? Some wonderful things - a guitar and guitar lessons, some great clothes, not to mention lots of candy, a steak of the month club, and tickets to the Tutshill Tornadoes!
What are your plans for this New Year? I haven't really made plans yet, honestly, but I'm pretty sure that Sam would kill me if I didn't attend her party, and since I don't wish to be murdered...
Who are you going to kiss at midnight? Ginny, unless she's stuffing her face at the refreshment table. I think this is the part where I duck and run?
How do you want the new year to be different from this one? A certain murderer obliterated off the face of the planet would be quite nice.
How do you want the new year to be the same as this one? I want to continue meeting new people, and reuniting with old friends. And do force me to go out, even if I'm cranky about it. I always wind up having a good time regardless.
What is your favourite flavour biscuit? Jelly.
How many times can you jump-rope in a row? I've... never tried it.
Do you prefer mustard the flavour or mustard the colour? I'm not really a fan of either.
If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Somewhere cold and completely foreign. Moscow, maybe?
Do you think that Harry Potter is a perfect being? I don't think anyone is a perfect being.
Do you like plants? They're plants. I don't really have an opinion.
Have you ever played the drums? No, but I'd like to some day!
Do you like your parents? Of course I do; they're extraordinarily patient and I think this year we became closer than before.
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[22 Dec 2007|01:17pm] |
Caroling tonight! All those interested just show up sometime around 8 at Kelly's and we'll drink a mite and head off from there. Not really sure how late we'll be out, but bear in mind that those who successfully complete the lot of stops will be rewarded with my mum's gingerbread and hot cider. And possibly my dad's firewhiskey. Don't forget: those who freeze to death will not be stopped for, so please dress warmly. No joy or merriment en route to houses. Certainly no snogging. I'm looking at you, Finnigans.
This is Very Serious caroling, people. Act accordingly.
( Warded Private )
( Warded to Miles Bletchley )
( Warded to Ginny Weasley, Eddie Carmichael, and Padma Patil, though they can't see each other's replies )
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