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[13 Jun 2009|09:08pm] |
I honestly think Muggles are much more prepared to deal with boredom than witches are. They have so many games and hobbies to do while locked away in their homes! This entertainment industry has led to some amazing Muggle inventions, I think. I just... need to learn how to use them. I remember having a telly at home when I was a kid, but I haven't owned one, and I don't really understand how the different shows get onto the screen. And computers? I hear those are a big deal when it comes to finding ways to waste time.
I have so much time. Apparently having a serial killer after you does that.
Since I'm not quite a Muggle and I don't understand things like televisions and computers, I've built 47 card towers, I've designed three possible new apartments, my toenails are all different colours, I relearned a few of the defensive spells I'd forgotten, and I've memorized Hamlet's soliloquy. Again.
Does anyone out there have any ideas for a poor witch under house-arrest? I'm just dying for new ideas.
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[03 Jun 2009|11:34am] |
[Handwriting is barely legible, blood smears the page.]
Can't see I'M OKAY
dark room
woman killer knows names of Hogwarts students
no wand
apparated to new place
scared
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[29 May 2009|07:24am] |
Stay safe, everyone. We've a new killer on the loose. Merlin, I hope they catch him soon.
( Private to Anthony Goldstein )
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| 003. |
[27 May 2009|07:12am] |
( Private )
Wake me up in five years.
I hate these journals.
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| 002. |
[26 May 2009|10:07pm] |
( Private )
Fuck you, John Keats. Your sad, romantic poems of death and longing have no place for me, tonight. Hello, Leonard Cohen, and hello, bitch beer.
My old friends.
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[15 May 2009|11:22am] |
It's a sad, sad day when you realize that the reason the family you rent your room from asks you to babysit their children on a Friday night is because they know you won't be busy.
It's even more upsetting when you take the job because it's true.
Oh well. At least I get a free dinner out of it, right? I was getting a little low on sandwich fixings, anyway. This time, though, there is NO WAY we are watching The Wiggles. NO WAY. I'm voting for Finding Nemo, instead.
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[17 Nov 2008|01:46pm] |
[Private to Justin Finch-Fletchley]
Just, I need to talk to you sometime soon.
I can meet you somewhere in London after work, or wherever works for you. Just let me know.
Em
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