| 039. In Which Angelina Decides to Get In Shape. |
[wednesday
january 21, 2009
at 5:22pm] |
Warded to Friends:
Right, well, here's the thing. Lately I've been feeling bloody well restless and I FINALLY realised why. Or, well, I think I know why! I think I gave up too soon on the whole Quidditch thing, and, well, particularly after getting fired from the school the incident, I've just been wondering WHAT THE BLOODY HELL AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?
I'm going to go for open try-outs this summer, but I'm not fit enough for it. Who wants to train with me? Or pick up a few rounds of quidditch for the bloody hell of it? Go flying together? Anything to make the whole getting back into the incredibly fit shape 19-year-old me was in. Or better shape so I get a playing spot and not just a reservist...
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| 038. In which Angelina ponders DANCING. |
[wednesday
december 17, 2008
at 3:51pm] |
I wonder what would happen if I don on something ballerina like and go outside and start dancing with them! It'd throw off the count, would one of them stop dancing???
I might have to TRY it, place your BETS now.
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| 037. In Which Angelina talks about SHAGGING |
[sunday
november 30, 2008
at 6:23pm] |
GUYS! Listen up! This is very VERY important advice I'm about to so GRACIOUSLY bestow upon you!
If you're in the middle of SHAGGING during an EARTH QUAKE, it's not wise to KEEP shagging.
Apparently that can lead to INJURIES.
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| 036. PARTY TIME! |
[saturday
october 25, 2008
at 6:40am] |
Oi, YOU! Yes, YOU! Where are YOU going to BE at TONIGHT? The correct answer? "I'll be at YOUR flat, Angelina!"
That's right, it's time to party! In honour of my DAY OF BIRTH (which was yesterday, for the record!) my flatmates and I are hosting a party. Starting at 8pm and lasting until you lot can't POSSIBLY party any longer. (No one can out last ME!)
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| 035. Pre-birthday Excitement |
[sunday
october 05, 2008
at 7:11pm] |
It's OCTOBER! MY FAVOURITE MONTH OF THE YEAR! For anyone who actually KNOWS me, the reason should be obvious. But for those of you who MIGHT be forgetful, and those of you who don't know me so well (YET!) October happens to be the month where this UTTERLY FANTASTIC witch was born. ME!
Halloween, too, is worth getting excited about! But more important than that is the BIG, HUGE, BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION, that will HAVE to happen.
Roommates, oh how I ADORE YOU ALL... Can we have a party at the flat? If you say no I'll POUT UNTIL YOU GIVE IN.
FOR EVERYONE ELSE: 19 days left to find the perfect present for me! HEH!
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| 034. In which Angelina loves September |
[friday
september 26, 2008
at 9:55pm] |
September is one of my FAVOURITE months. When I was younger it meant returning to Hogwarts. Which, c'mon now meant QUIDDITCH!!! AND HOGSMEADE! But even as I'm older, it seems that September is one of those months where only good things happen. Or maybe I'm being excessively chipper because things are going smashingly well right now. SMASHINGLY WELL.
Did I mention that I, Angelina Johnson, have recently become EMPLOYED. Yes, that's true. About DAMN TIME.
Warded to Ian
Which, means, well.. I don't need you to help out anymore. You shouldn't have been sending the money anyway, though I'm glad I didn't have to get the money from my parents who would have eventually asked enough questions to find out why I needed money from them, but that's not the point... Er. I've got Lee to help me out, now, either way, and... I'm rambling. So I guess, uh, thank you?
End of Ward
Warded Private
New job... the twins are super cute. Maybe a bit tiring, but super cute anyway. Never thought I'd be a nanny but then, I never thought I'd be a Preschool Teacher either. Or a volunteer at St. Mungos. Or anything other than a Quidditch player. I do miss it... But not everyone can be a famous Quidditch player... I'm not sacrificing myself or my magical talents just because I've chosen to take care of other people's kids for a living... am I? Does that bother me that I might? I mean, I loved working at the preschool, this is the next best thing to that.. right?
'Sides not like I want kids of my own to take care of anytime soon, so it's fun to be able to spoil other people's children instead!
Job-things aside, things with Lee are... surprisingly incredible. Not surprising in the I didn't think he could be incredible like this. But incredible in the how come I didn't see him like this sooner. Of course, if my mom knew she'd probably say "It's about bloody time".
End of Private
Warded to Roommates
I just wanted to, actually, you know admit this before you see something and get upset I never said anything. Lee and I... we're.. well.. labels aren't really necessary, Lee and I are... us. So don't be surprised if you happen to see us be... more affectionate when he's over. But I'm not making a big deal about it, so don't be all gossipy with it either, REMEMBER I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP.
End of Ward
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| 033, In which Angelina asks to be a NANNY |
[wednesday
september 03, 2008
at 9:00pm] |
Warded to Tracey and Braeden Stebbins
Mr & Mrs Stebbins,
This is probably far too informal, but, well, I wasn't sure if I should just owl you a resume or what. I'd be interested in the Nanny position, though, I absolutely love working with children! I never thought I'd be a nanny, but I think I'd like it
Well, I hope you'll give me a chance, anyway, if the position is even open still.
Thanks.
-Angelina
I probably should have owled this but I thought the journal would be easier-
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| 032. In which Angelina rambles about random suff |
[monday
september 01, 2008
at 7:49am] |
Apparently everyone and their mother auditioned for Sky Search. Who's going to be the NEXT BIG STAR. I thought about it, but I'm more of a dancer than a singer, and well, I wouldn't want to be a professional singer. I'll stick to karaoke and singing in the shower, thanks!
But good luck to everyone who DID try out. (You know, I kind of wished I could have been a JUDGE, as I think that would have been fun!)
I can't believe summer is over ALREADY. It's funny, we'd be on the train to Hogwarts today if we were still in school. Kinda makes me nostalgic. WHO WANTS TO GO TO HOGSMEADE WITH ME TODAY??? Hm??? Three Broomsticks? Honeydukes??
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| 031. In which Angelina starts Would You Rather. |
[saturday
august 09, 2008
at 2:58pm] |
Oi. Je suis.. BORED.
Let's PLAY A GAME! Mrs Finnegan recently started a game of truth, so that's out. Blimey on her!
I never is a bit difficult to play on these bloody journals - much more fun in person and with alcohol involved! so that's out.
Hm. Oh! I know! Would you rather!
I'll start it off, of course! Would you rather have meaningless - but great - sex every night for the rest of your life but never fall in love OR only shag ONE NIGHT a year for the rest of your life but being head over heals irrevocably in love with your shagging partner??
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| 030. In which Angelina freaks out |
[thursday
july 31, 2008
at 7:33pm] |
( Private )
Many Happy Returns to Potter, and belatedly so to Longbottom! Cheers!
Warded to Flat Mates
I'm an idiot. I think. No, I know. I am most definitely an idiot. I. Nevermind.
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| 029. In which Angelina apologises |
[thursday
july 24, 2008
at 10:28pm] |
Warded to Lee
Sorry. You know, for being so tetchy yesterday.
End of Ward
I think I need some new clothes. I was rummaging through my closet to pick out the dress I'll be wearing on Saturday, and none of them struck my fancy. I'm not trying to outshine the bride, Merlin no, but I've just worn all these dresses so many times. I really think we ought to start a clothes exchange. My mates in Brighton do this once a year. 'Course it'd have to be among mates that are all similar dress sizes, but you go through the closet and pick out everything you're sick of, and then everyone brings them to wherever you all meet, and then you swap clothes for clothes. Instead of just tossing clothes you grow tired of and buying new ones. This... probably sounds bloody lame.
In other non-clothes or shopping related news: I, Angelina Johnson, am BLOODY BORED OUT OF MY SKULL RIGHT NOW. It should be a crime for someone SUCH AS ME to have to SUFFER through SUCH AGONIZING BOREDOM.
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| 028. In Which Ang asks Lee out... in a very last minute sort of way. |
[wednesday
july 23, 2008
at 8:09pm] |
LEE JORDAN!!!
Be my PLUS ONE. Even though I know you're invited and going anyway. That doesn't matter! What do you say???
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| 027. In Which Angelina Complains... a lot. |
[thursday
july 03, 2008
at 9:28pm] |
This is getting absolutely ridiculous. The notion that I'm not "employable" by "companies with standards" is RIDICULOUS. So what, I did something that not everyone would choose to do. That was my choice, yeah? It doesn't mean I'm a horrible person. I'm intelligent, hard working, and a bloody fantastic witch.
Why is it the only people who have even let me have an INTERVIEW are PERVY MEN WHO ARE FUCKING ARSES TRYING TO SHAG ME.
I'm not a whore.
I'm just a girl. This is utter shite.
I refuse to let this peg me into a job at some skeezy bar, or club, or anything else. I refuse to become a secretary, especially to creepy guys trying to get a bloody ride out or me. BAH.
Maybe I should try to break back into Quidditch. Athletes can have scandals all the time and it only HELPs their career.
I think our country is full of hypocrites.
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| 026. In Which Angelina Rambles and "Thanks" the Mysterious Stranger |
[saturday
june 07, 2008
at 5:25pm] |
Just because I'm unemployed for the time being (AND LOOKING) doesn't mean I'm a charity case. Thank you, oh mysterious stranger, however, it'd be a bit less insulting if I knew who was behind it. Cryptic for a reasons, mate, that person whomever he or she might be, will know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.
In other news, National Noise Day in Brighton was BLOODY FANTASTIC. People who worship Greyback are FUCKING IGNORANT MORONS. Integration is probably NOT a good thing, despite being a Muggleborn and all, I don't support it. Why, you might ask? People fear the unknown, for one. People fear what they can't control. People fear that which makes them feel powerless. Wizards and Witches will have that effect on Muggles as a whole; its one thing when a Muggle knows a witch or wizard personally - and therefore knows about magic (like my parents, for example), its a different matter entirely when some random bloke from Kent decides to panic because there are people who can perform magic, and decides to rally a whole bunch of people who rally more people etc.. etc.. etc.. and then BAM WITCH HUNT ALL OVER AGAIN.
Let's leave things as they are, yeah? Instead of muck up the world now that we are starting to slowly begin to feel peace in our community. We're still dealing with the aftermaths of our own bloody war, do we want to start a new one so soon?
BAH POLITICS OH HOW I LOATHE THEE.
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| 025. In Which Angelina is a Bloke |
[saturday
may 17, 2008
at 2:14pm] |
Perhaps I ought to go get photographed for PlayWitch today, to be the only person who has ever done both! Hah! I think its great, I woke up with a PECKER. AND YOU KNOW WHAT I REALLY WANT TO DO?
I want to shag a bird. Preferably a "bird" though, because the females I'm most likely to go gay for are all blokes today, and shagging any other bird would not be on. This is most likely my ONLY CHANCE of ever having a wanker, so I want to USE IT. Curiosity is KILLING ME. So come on blokes, which of you have turned into a bird and are overwhelmed with this curiosity to partake in a once in a life time opportunity no-strings-attack shag while we're stuck as our opposite genders?
HAH! And I don't have to worry about sounding like a slag, because blokes are never considered SLAGS! This is hilarious.
OH AND I AM BALD. Go figure.
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| 024. In which Angelina writes A LOT |
[wednesday
april 30, 2008
at 9:30pm] |
( Warded Private )
( Warded to Bole )
( Warded to Lee )
I want it to be known, publically, that I have no regrets. I did not do anything illegal, and I was consenting in all my actions. That being said, to those who seem upset or hurt by it, I'm apologise. That was not my intention.
If anyone needs me, send an owl or use the journals. I am going to spend a while few days at home on the beaches in Brighton.
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| 022. In which Angelina wants to play |
[saturday
april 19, 2008
at 8:18pm] |
DEBBIE, MY DEAREST DEBBIE.
I MISSED YOUR GAME LAST NIGHT. IT'S TRAGIC.
So. Do me now. Better late than never!
(The game, PERVS)
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| 021. In which Angelina reflects on her drunken antics |
[monday
april 14, 2008
at 8:07pm] |
Yesterday, I slept for 14 hours. How in the bloody hell was I still HUNGOVER? Did I really drink that much? You would think that with that much sleep I'd have slept straight through the hangover stage.
All I can say is: THANK MERLIN I DID NOT WAKE UP AT BOLE'S THIS TIME. Hah.
Ian, love, we'll have to have a rematch another day. I still believe, fully, that I could take you. You just got lucky this time.
( Warded to Katie, Alicia, & Debbie )
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| 020. In which Angelina wishes THE twins happy birthday! |
[tuesday
april 01, 2008
at 10:21am] |
HAPPY BLOODY BIRTHDAY TO BRITIAN'S SEXIEST TWINS!
FRED. GEORGE. If you two aren't going to be out tonight getting PISSED DRUNK then clearly you blokes have gotten TOO OLD. WHERE, HM? Because I've got to buy a shot or ten for two of my favourite blokes on their birthday!
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