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[06 Sep 2009|02:57am] |
Almonds are tasty and I'm sleepy like you wouldn't believe. I've been up two days, and right now I'm running on caffeine and adrenaline, and I've twisted my ankle somehow. However, I'm almost done with my paper, so I can hopefully sleep afterward. None of this is making sense on paper, but I swear it does in my head. Mostly. I'm honestly just stringing words together right now and hoping for the best.
I love Chowder. He's such a cute little purple raccoon-cat-bunny.. thing. Oh, Chowder, I understand. Gorgonzola sucks, doesn't he? ..It's on the telly. The telly that Sand gave me, because he said it was pathetic that I spent all my money on books.
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I don't have room. Why is there not enough wall-space for more bookshelves? I definitely need another bookcase or two. Bazillion books. Nowhere to put them. And Sita's mad at me again, but not for tripping over her this time. This time, it's because I took away the pot she was curled up in. I don't even know where that pot came from. I think someone left it here. Maybe Carridan (the half-Centaur who isn't actually that creepy now that he knows I'm not interested in him). I'm pretty sure he brought dinner by a few days ago. Dinner and flowers, because even though he knows I'm not, he still tries. He's so funny. He does this impression of one of our professors, and it cracks me up every single time.
Ugh. I'm giddy. I hate it when I get past 'exhausted' into 'giddy'.
Mmm, booze. I don't usually like beer, but for some reason, this isn't bad.
I went out last night. With Sand. I don't know why he tries to set me up with random people he meets on the dance-floor, but I'm really gonna have to talk to him about it. And Mari never needs to get her hands on lip-gloss ever again.
The end.
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[12 Aug 2009|08:46am] |
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I went out with Sand two nights ago. That was a mistake. He made me get out on the dance-floor, and I'm convinced the only reason I didn't trip over my own feet was because there were too many people packed into that tiny space. And Sand kept putting a new drink in my hand, and after about the fifth one, I don't remember anything else except in a fuzz. It was Not doing that again.
edit; Goddamnit. Someone painted 'killer' on my door again. Seriously? You'd think by now they'd have realised that the only thing that does is piss my landlady off. It's not like the people on my floor give a shit that I'm Riddle.
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[24 Jul 2009|04:52pm] |
Fuck. Never fucking sleeping again. Ever. Goddamnit, goddamnit. Leave me alone!
And Sita's mad at me. Great.
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[09 Jul 2009|04:09pm] |
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Well, my fingers are feeling a little better, and my arm's healing. Ribs don't hurt so much, either. My face is still pretty bruised up, though.
I didn't know that Centaurs can have kids with humans, but apparently they can, because I met a guy whose dad was a Centaur earlier today. .. And no, I wasn't about to ask about the mechanics of it, because I was afraid I'd turn a little green, and he looked embarrassed enough already. It was kind of neat looking at him, though, because he was a huge guy, and his ears were sort of longer and pointy and he had hooves instead of feet. Oh, and a tail. I am not even joking, he had a tail, and it was brown like his hair, and I couldn't stop looking at it, because it was a tail. But he said he doesn't think all halfling kids are the same way, because some look more like one parent or the other. Apparently, he got the short end of the stick, but he said he wasn't about to deny who or what he was. He's considered a 'creature', too, which I think is sort of dumb since he's not dangerous. But whatever, I don't make the rules, and he didn't seem too terribly bothered by it.
I sold him an astrology book, and he was absolutely flirting. It was a little weird being hit on by a guy with a tail. I told him who I was, and he blinked all of twice and that was pretty much all the reaction he had (which was cool), but then he started flirting again (which was not cool, because he was seven feet tall and looked like a pro-wrestler). So then I told him we were closing and he waited outside until I was done, then insisted on walking me home like I was some kind of innocent little girl from the 1800s, and I found out he's also a university student and plays Quidditch. My question, of course, is HOW?
At any rate, the moral of this story is that today was a weird day in the life of Tom Riddle, and apparate home instead of walking when a Centaur-human guy flirts with you at your job. Unless that's your thing, in which case I have a phone number here that I know you're just dying to call.
The end.
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[30 Jun 2009|06:53pm] |
fuck ow
always my fucking fingers
seriously
douchebags for real
so who wants to like splint my hand or arm or wrist or whatever until i can get somewhere to take care of it thursday or friday? i can't do it because this fucking hurts Nevermind, got it! Will, anyway. in a minute.
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[26 Jun 2009|11:00am] |
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I think I've got the Mark sorted out. At least, how it was made and how it was manipulated. I can't underst As best I can tell, it must have been agony to get. Why would any of y You sh
I remember hearing screaming. Almost every time. Why w
Still haven't sorted out how to remove it from Regulus and Snape. I may never know-- I don't think it was meant to ever be removed.
I had a dream that I was being ripped apart last night. Woke up by falling out of my bed. It was definitely not awesome, and now I'm not sure if I want to sleep tonight.
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[21 Jun 2009|11:49am] |
HAH. Finally have a second job, and not a moment too soon. Of course, I got the crap kicked out of me afterward. Why is it always my fingers? My rent's due soon, and my landlady, while nice enough, can only take so many IOUs.
I have a headache like you wouldn't believe. Thanks, jerk. I probably have a concussion. I took something for it, but unfortunately, I've kind of built up a tolerance for medicines, too, so I guess we'll see what good it does.
I like working retail jobs. It means they can put me in the back where no one sees me.
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[16 Jun 2009|06:57pm] |
Oxumare is shedding his skin again, so he's taken over the bathtub for now. Thankfully, I already had my shower, or I'd be over at Sand's again. Of course, then I slipped on the tiles and banged my elbow, but I think the only thing it broke was my pride-- for the bazillionth time.
Still no second job in sight. Ugh, I'm fucked.
Oh yeah! And Tracey, you and Al are evil. That was the scariest video I think I've ever seen. The pictures were well-worth the trauma, though.
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[14 Jun 2009|01:21am] |
Awesome. While organising, I found a copy of some of Ovid's work. That one's going home with me. I'm going to need a bigger apartment just to house all my books if I don't stop collecting them. My level of sheer nerdery often leaves me stunned. I'm surprised it hasn't driven Victoire from the store a couple of times. I mean, as a general rule, the nerd factor is kind of like kryptonite to normal people. Well.. as normal as anyone is here. Heh.
At least I am one of those lit/history nerds, though, and not something far, far scarier. I hear that Al is one of those kind, ewww.
I'm a little high right now, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have admitted that. But it's not a big deal, it's legal, they put me on some kind of painkiller and yelled at me when I went in to get my ribs and face taken care of, and now everything is kind of fuzzy and I'm a lot giddier than I probably should be. I tried telling them that I don't need it and that I have a high pain tolerance, but apparently I looked pathetic enough that they weren't going to listen. I think sometimes that they just like bossing Voldemort around, until they go back and realise hey, he really wasn't very evil-seeming, was he? Nope. Fraid not.
Can you be a Dark Lord without being terribly dark, maybe? Hostile takeover of a corporation? Become a revolutionary leader? Except none of that really applies here, and I know I'm expected to do something, but the problem, of course, is that I don't remember enough to know it. If that makes sense. I'm not sure that it does. I should probably charm this all private, but I'm not sure it's scandalising enough.
I have realised that I can endure anything. As much as it annoys me to be constantly in and out of Sanctuary, the things that sent me there, themselves, don't really bother me. It's like.. what's the worst you can do? Kill me? Please, I should be used to dying by now. I've done it at least twice before, if not more often. As they say, bring it on.
I've ranted enough. I'm taking a quick nap, and hopefully, by the time I wake up, I'll feel less like the room is spinning. And I think I might be embarrassed. Whatever, I'm used to being embarrassed, too.
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[12 Jun 2009|01:24am] |
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Couple of days of classes left for the term, and I'm still no closer to finding a second job than I was two months ago. I've made a start on the inventory, though-- mostly I just gave up and started tearing everything off the shelves and put up what amounts to an 'excuse the mess' sign.
Ribs still hurt. Face doesn't feel much better-- at least I didn't break my nose this time. It's permanently a little crooked at the bridge from having my face slammed into a wall, thanks, you bastard, wherever you are and I definitely don't need to walk around with a bandage on it the next couple of weeks.
Merlin, I'm so annoyed about the job thing. It's such a pain when I just-- tell them my name, and they freak out and slam the door in my face, or.. shriek or.. whatever. I mean, ex- Dark Lord or not, you have to make a living somehow, and I don't think torture and mayhem can pay for my apartment or put food in my fridge. And it's not like I can even put that on a resume. Previous work experience: Dark Lord from 1940-something to 1998-ish.
Yeah. Right.
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