| diary; panic and other things |
[17 Apr 2012|12:44pm] |
[Private: Self]
Despite knowing that I would eventually be taking a much greater role in family obligations, I miss Quidditch. Pacing this office is not exactly my choice form of activity. If it wasn't the slight hunch of his shoulders, I would have sworn Father wasn't ill at all. He's just as miserable and condescending as he always has been. I've caught myself thinking it'll be nice not to have that continued negative opinion hanging over my head, which I suppose doesn't speak much for me as a person. The subsequent burst of panic resulting from the thought of having to take over everything, however, isn't much better.
Quidditch was so much simpler.
[Private: Friends]
I've forgotten how closed in the Manor is. Which as much space as there is, you'd think there would be more windows my flat has a whole fucking wall of them and is an eight of the size.
Anyone up for a poker game this Friday? My current company could definitely be improved.
|
| Diary; not that interesting |
[15 Mar 2012|11:29pm] |
Seriously people, my life is not that interesting. Pepper made brownies. Unless that is some new euphemism for having sex, nothing happened. Get over it.
[Private: Emma]
I'm sorry about this. Nothing happened. We're just friends. Have been for a while.
[Private: Pepper]
You know, if we're going to get in trouble we might as well have been shagging. Christ.
|
| diary; start with a win |
[14 Mar 2012|03:19pm] |
A win, naturally. Were you expecting anything else? If so, sorry about your loss. Next time you won't bet on the wrong team.
It's good to be back in the swing of things, if I'm honest. The off season is far too long and there isn't nearly enough to keep a bloke occupied. Besides, with all that extra free time, there's always bound to be more trouble. It does mean seeing more of Marcus' face first thing in the morning, however. That I could do without.
[Private: Clint]
First game back is a win. Impressive.
[Private: Pepper]
We should break a few rules and celebrate a nice start to the season.
|
| diary; down with the media |
[05 Mar 2012|06:05pm] |
[Public Entry]
Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate dislike the media? Clint, you clearly need to pick things up if they're focusing on me for gossip?
[Private to Emma]
I'm sorry they dragged you through the mud. I don't share their opinions of you, so that you know.
[Private to Victoria]
What, are you talking to people now?
Stay away from Vaisey, he's not worth your time!
Do I even want to know?
|
| diary; muggle birthday? |
[01 Mar 2012|09:50pm] |
[Private: Self]
I must be out of my mind. A muggle birthday party. I agreed to attend a muggle birthday party all to spend a little extra time with a Muggleborn. Father is going to be livid if he finds out. Granted, it would be slightly amusing to piss him off ... slightly.
What the hell do I know about Muggle bluebloods? I'm so fucked.
[Private: The Boys & Pepper]
If anyone asks, I was with Clint the entire weekend.
|
| diary; glad that's over |
[19 Feb 2012|05:36pm] |
Another successful charity ball. Well ... successful as those sorts of things go. With the exception of one Weasley induced commotion, who the fuck invited him anyway things went smoothly, even if certain attendants failed to find the rest of their outfits. Granted, it was entertaining to watch the more traditional attendants gasp at the horror of it all. Gotta love Society events. Never gets old.
[Private: Clint]
Your Mother needs to be tranquilized ... and she needs her nails clipped.
I can only imagine the state you're in right now, so are you still up for the weekend?
[Private: Victoria]
Are you still coming over for pancake day or does me being a horrible human being cancel that out?
|
| diary; irritated. |
[10 Feb 2012|03:18pm] |
[Public Entry]
Thanks to a rather irritating owl at 4 o'clock this morning, I will not be in the country for a few days. I'm, unfortunately, suffering through American mannerisms because instead of staying home, I agreed to accompany Pepper to Hawaii even though I'd rather be on a damn snowboard than a surf board. True, there are plenty of woman running around in swimsuits, but they're also American. By the end of this I'll be lucky to say something using proper grammar without having them looking at me like I'm speaking Chinese.
If I'm suppose to be doing anything today, tough bloody luck. I'm busy.
[Private: Self]
I fucking hate time zones.
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
|
|
| | | | | | |
