| 4 oct, 1975 |
[10 Jul 2008|02:07pm] |
Tomorrow's my birthday, so it is! Going to be a right deadly day since I'll be turning seventeen. Reckon that means I can do magic over the fecking Christmas hols now.
Also, it's Dueling Club day tomorrow. Should be a fine craic of a day, except for when Ma sends the annual gansey. Never worn it, but it's here all the same every fecking year, yeah? Think Ma's gone right mental in her old ages. Told her that I use them for polishing rags for my broom, but no difference, like.
saraid fecking o'flaherty
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| 26 sept, 1975 |
[02 Jul 2008|01:20pm] |
Fecking useless thing doesn't even fecking work. Jaysus. That's real useful, like. Gee, thanks Hogwarts for making me buy a book that won't let me write in it and has no writing of its own. It's just what I've always wanted! Feel like a right fecking eejit for buying it. That was probably their plan. Wouldn't put it past them. Load of fecking mentallers, they are.
Oh wait. It's sticking now. The thingy is, that is. My writing. Maybe the sodding book's not banjaxed after all. Right. Guess that people can read this now, like. Maybe? That'd be dead fecking brill, like.
Don't have much to say, though. Nothing good's happened in ages, like. Fecking bored out of my mind, I am. Right. Reckon I'll just go on with life and such since this isn't doing much in the way of fun either. I haven't a baldy what Hogwarts fecking on about these journals. "Oooer, look, I can write in a book and others write back. So fecking in the business, it is." Jaysus.
That's it, then. Haven't much else to say, like.
saraid fecking o'flaherty
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