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[04 Aug 2009|10:56pm] |
I don't think I've worn a dress since I was fourteen. That's not necessarily a bad thing, right? My mother (unsuccessfully, I should note) tried around-the-clock to influence me with her love of dresses. They're uncomfortable. So are heels, but oddly enough, I tolerate them better. I'm relieved I didn't have an accident.
Anyway. I'm almost settled in my new flat. I don't have silverware yet; so for now, I'm saving the plastic forks and spoons that come with takeaway.
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[29 Jul 2009|07:55pm] |
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No, actually. Not drunk. Not I.
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| Warded to Geoffrey Hooper. |
[28 Jul 2009|12:05am] |
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Bored?
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[27 Jul 2009|03:11pm] |
The celebrating makes me dizzy. I hope my our exploits aren't premature, and that this contentedness will continue. For a short while longer, at least. My cynicism is difficult to suppress. Even my dad had a drink on my behalf, one that I poured. It's nice knowing he's proud of me, but I want it to be for the right reasons.
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| Warded to Anthony Goldstein. |
[12 Jul 2009|11:26pm] |
Assuming our last outing went well
Hey. Are you busy Monday evening?
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[11 Jul 2009|12:07am] |
So. I suppose I am moving out, in spite of my rampant desire to continue freeloading. No flatmate. Just me. Which is how I like it, I think. As usual, I didn't plan ahead.
This upcoming week, however, I will have the whole house to myself, although that's not as amazing as it may sound to some. Our house is old, creaky, and very, very lonely when there is no one to share it with. One would think I'd be used to ghouls in attics, but alas.
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[05 Jul 2009|12:56pm] |
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Mixed emotions. That's all I can say about how I feel right now. But yes -- treating unfairness with more unfairness is foolishness. I don't comprehend it.
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| Hannah, Sally-Anne, Megan, Zacharias. |
[04 Jul 2009|03:56pm] |
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Shit.
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| No Ps or Ts. |
[02 Jul 2009|12:42am] |
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I suppose I can breathe now. The wait felt much, much longer than it was in actuality.
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[29 Jun 2009|02:12pm] |
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Why does it feel like I'm the only one who wasn't boozed out of her mind this past weekend? Don't get me wrong -- I'm not judging. However, I'm not entirely certain what is being celebrated. And, really, my father wouldn't know what to do if I abruptly asked for the key to the liquor cabinet. What an absurd notion. It would ruin my disguise.
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| Warded to Hannah, Sally-Anne, and Megan. |
[27 Jun 2009|10:03pm] |
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Yes, I miss you three already. It's pathetic. Let's try and do something for ourselves before we're shoved into the workforce.
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| I enjoy my bed. |
[27 Jun 2009|01:25pm] |
Admittedly, it feels good to be back in my own bed. My father managed not to do any renovations. Home sweet home is precisely how I left it.
But fuck, why don't I feel the least bit accomplished?
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