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|Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004|
Like everything else, N.E.W.T.s have gone from being tiring to being merely tiresome.. I don't understand why I need to demonstrate my self worth via practical examination instead of being judged on my appearance. That is how it is in the real world anyway. And in the real world I will be revered (with knickers and everything, possibly fruit baskets as well) for my moody but lissome presence, and others will be neglected for their lack thereof. It's just how things are. I tried to explain this to Lisa yesterday and she accidentally-on-purpose messed up my hair, which ruined all the careful mussing I'd applied to it for nearly 18 minutes that morning.
These new vinyl trousers are binding and noisy, but I like them anyway. Despite what Finnigan said after dressing me in all those breathable, wrinkly fabrics, I still find my torso to be a nice length.
I got a D on my journal. Quite a relief as getting an O would make me staid and dull. Real expression can't be graded. Everyone knows that. It's what lies in your soul, festering in vapid perfume, that really matters.
I think I'll go sit by the lake for a while. Sometimes I think it would be romantic to nearly drown, but the lake smells of squid breath so no. Current Mood: calm
|Monday, February 9th, 2004|
Memo to whoever treasures their stupid Muggle watch above all else: When I woke up this morning, it was in bed with me and I rolled over on it and broke it. Not on purpose, mind, but if you don't want the stupid thing getting damaged any further, I suggest you come and get it - and return Bongo while you're at it, if you don't mind thankyouverymuch.
Thomas looks better with his hair missing.
|Friday, January 16th, 2004|
|BLOODY TERRY AHOY
Dean man where are you? I need to give you your mardi gras beads but you haven't been waiting outside the commonroom per usual. You may have any beads in the following colours: plastic pink, fake ruby-red, toxic waste green, shiny yellow, livid scarlet, or swamp-bottom brown. Purple are of course for me and the beetle black I am keeping so that I may drape them over Millicent in the future.
New Orleans fulfilled all my many expectations. I drank a number of hurricanes, tripped on a headstone, snogged Bloody Mary, and puked on a transvestite's platform shoes, who then retaliated by strangling me with her garter. What a grip on that girl. Current Mood: curious
|Friday, December 19th, 2003|
Have at last made up mind to spend hols over the pond in New Orleans, where will partake of Bloody Mary's Gotique Tour of the Undead. Plan to get a hold of some wicked powerful gris gris. All will fear me! Will then be known as Bloody Terry. Wonder if Bloody Mary is as attractive as name would suggest? Does Anne Rice allow house guests? If so, are they allowed to offer constructive criticism? Queen of the Damned such
a let down.
DEAN! If you help me pack I will bring you back various and sundry beads, which I will certainly have no trouble attaining. In the French Quarter, a man in eyeliner is King. Current Mood: excited
|Wednesday, June 25th, 2003|
|Dean, where did you go?
kind of funny, Dean's spent the last few days dragging me around trying to find something "useful" to do, wouldn't even let me go back to Ravenclaw for a change of clothes, and now they've finally let us into North Tower to start cleaning up the wreckage and he runs off without having leviosa
-d one single rock.
It's good I wear a lot of black anyway, the blood doesn't show up much.
Is anyone going to do anything about those weird-looking horses all over the front lawns?
|Tuesday, June 10th, 2003|
Just got back from Hogsmeade. Purchased 65 Silk Souffles at Honeyduke's as per instructions
from my lady-love. Made Thomas help me carry them back to school. In his distracted state, he absent-mindedly ate six of them. The resultant sugar overload made him hysterical and he has been experimenting with my makeup, without a lot of success. Have just finished owling the last Souffle to Millicent. A job well done if I do say so myself.
Professor Sinistra, j'accuse!
My black glitter eyeliner is missing and I suspect you of being the culprit.
Lisa Turpin is taking up three couches in the common room with her books. On schedule for tomorrow: Kneecaps. Ireland.
|Wednesday, June 4th, 2003|
Dean. Meet me under the stairs tonight at eight. I have to talk to you.
|Saturday, April 12th, 2003|
|my beans are os pretty
ate too mnay beens at war council. high again. unusual thingie. surprising thingie. someone turn off spinning room charm pleaqs. cho took my eyelinjnr awzy just becuz i trieed to eat it. her fault for hvaing grape scented makeup. i ate my lipstick insteed. it was fomy.
I LOVE YOOU PROFESSOR LUPIN.
goibng to bed now. DEAN WAKE ME UP THE MORNING OR ELSE.
tomorw will get that fucker malfoy. going to step on his head. yeah.
whups, threw up.
|Friday, April 4th, 2003|
|what a morning
Darkness and pain.
Broken-hearted over Millicent last night. In terrible, distracted state, crawled under the stairs with divineparvati
, ate sixty-four purple Every Flavor Beans and hallucinated like mad. For half the night I thought I was a lemon-scented finger towel. When I awoke, my favorite trousers were gone, and Parvati was attached to my midsection like a leech. My mind balks at the thought that I allowed her to partake of my manly charms -- she's so flaky
, and besides, my heart belongs to my cruel mistress, Millicent.
Ah well. Off to the dorms. Perhaps heavy eye makeup can hide my broken heart and befuddled mind.
Mental note: Must remember to Tell No One that when I staggered into the Great Hall this morning there appeared to be a giant flaming dragon swooping up and down overhead. These hallucinations are getting out of control. Maybe I should go to the infirmary. Current Mood: horrified
|Wednesday, September 11th, 2002|
I knew there was a reason I liked you, Thomas. Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, September 10th, 2002|
L'enfer, c'est les autres
I should not have encouraged Myrtle. She has been following me around all day leering and trying to introduce her ectoplasmic tentacles to my nether regions.
Dean Thomas thankfully tipped me off that high-pitched noises are useful for getting rid of ghosts. I'd best avoid Granger for the rest of the week as I don't think she appreciated me stomping on her mangy cat's tail.
Tonight, then, I'll be under the stairs. You know where, when and why.
|Monday, September 9th, 2002|
Hogsmeade. Why would anyone want to go to Hogsmeade. Six tiny streets of boring shops and everyone acting like it's the commerce capital of the universe.
I decided to spend all weekend sitting under the third floor main staircase as a protest. I am alone in my convictions but then I usually am.