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All the excitement of Hallowe'en's over, which I suppose is well and good, as it wasn't terribly exciting in the first place. The masque was nice. I don't think I ever want to see Dax in heels again, though. There's something distinctly wrong about a man who's already well past 6' prancing about in stilettos. Aside from which, I don't think Jive's manhood is going to recover for weeks.
On the upside, Christmas is now approximately six weeks away. I missed Christmas. Moreover, I missed happy Christmases. Despite the fact that the world is, according to my friends, falling apart at the seams, I don't think my life's been generally this happy in a long time, anyway.
And I'll get to see my mum. I miss my mum. I should visit her more often.
( Evie. )
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| 007: who cares what fucking number it is |
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October 18th, 2008 @ 2:18am
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FUCK THE NAZIS.
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| 007: the distance we have come, winning some, losing some. |
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October 15th, 2008 @ 5:42pm
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They're trying to decide on a new Pope right now. It's a bit barmy; the last one only lasted six weeks. Well, that sounds callous. I don't mean to sound callous. What I mean is it's a bit strange to me to realize that all over the world a council is going to arbitrarily pick this man, this one man, and he will represent to millions of people the closest thing to God on earth. I suppose. It's just the same as politics or entertainment really -- the Beatles are just four blokes, actually, but try explaining that to people around here, and Millicent Bagnold, she was a really good lady, but it wasn't like she was without fault. Merlin had issues too.
I don't even know what I'm saying, actually, so maybe I'll stop.
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| 006: aside from the world ending. |
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October 4th, 2008 @ 4:27pm
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Blimey. Hallowe'en.
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| 005: of course this isn't directed at my friends! |
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September 15th, 2008 @ 7:12pm
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I just don't understand why everyone has to make such a big deal out of absolutely bloody everything, ever.
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Well I think it's nice that at least they decided on someone who has some real life experience with the war. She probably knows what to expect, more. I think she has a lot of experience.
( Dax. )
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| 002: remember that time with the ceiling fan benjy tried installing? |
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August 26th, 2008 @ 2:52pm
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You know, all I can say to those of you complaining about toaster accidents is that it could be worse, and I have lived through it. (Worth it, mind, but really, toaster damage is... the least of your potential problems.)
It's been cooling down a bit lately, which is lovely, as if it continued at the temperature it had been at, I probably would have permanently melted into a puddle of uselessness and had to have been carried around everywhere. August 26th means five more days until Hogwarts classes start again, and sometimes I wonder exactly what it says about me that a decade after I'm done with the place I still end up having thoughts like that every year around this time.
( Jack. )
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| 001: whatever happened to the days in the grass with our ties undone? |
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August 9th, 2008 @ 1:51pm
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Blimey it's hot. I don't usually write blimey. Or say it. I hope that the anonymous readers, along with my friends, will be able to understand that my saying (or in this case writing) blimey really indicates that it's really really hot and I'm just about dying.
I don't know how many of you have ever taught advanced tap dancing to a room full of (mostly young) adults in a very old building with an only rudimentary cooling system circulating air inside of it. I'm guessing none of you. The point here is I don't recommend it. I managed to make it through the 45 minute class through sheer fear of public humiliation alone, and since it ended ten minutes ago I've simply collapsed onto this plastic chair, sweating a shocking amount and desperately drinking water that, once upon a time, had ice in it. (And writing this, now.) (Obviously.) I have an hour and a half before my next class (Latin!) (which is fun), and normally I'd go down to a pub for lunch or something or go find a friend to harrass, but unfortunately I think the possibility of me moving at all is pretty low if I want to survive the day.
This is England. We're not supposed to have a sun. What happened?
Piss.
Anyway. You, someone, needs to talk to me, right now, or I'm going to fall asleep, and I will be walked in on by my first eager students slumped in this chair, probably drooling, because that's how public humiliation generally works. (I'm not saying I usually drool. It's just if someone were to walk in on me dozing today, on this wretchedly ridiculous hot day.) (Shut up Benjy don't even start.) (Don't encourage him.) (I sound quite mental doing this, don't I? I can blame the heat, it's alright.)
Er. So please. Save me from that humiliation. Or having to move, heaven forbid. Ugh.
On the bright side, though, this week's Witch Weekly has a feature on 21 ways to get slim before summer's end! I learn so much about female culture from my co-workers' spare magazines. For instance, did you know that men like it when their witchy wives have supper ready for them?
1978. Summer 1978 and Witch Weekly's still in the 50s. Although in their defence they have an article on some feminist scholar who's just written a book right next to that. I'm not sure if the irony's deliberate.
Erm.
I'm Lindy by the way, if you're new. I don't say that generally but um.
Sod it, I just need to end this before I make any more of an a fool of myself. Ta.
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