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Wednesday, March 26th, 2003
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1:16 am
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Hello, my name's Marcus Flint and you might remember me from such angry outbursts as 'Stay away from me today, else I'll kill you', 'I hate you and I hope you die' and 'Mention the fact Potter kissed me again and get a slap.'
Here's another to add to your list; 'Next person to remind me how fucking bad my teeth are is going to get bitten. Really, really hard.'
You see, people of late keep pointing it out. When will you people realise I know how bad they are and if I wanted to change them, I would've by now? Bastards.
current mood: ((:B))
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| Tuesday, March 25th, 2003
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11:04 pm
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A - Act your age? Hardly.
B - Born on what day of the week? Wednesday.
C - Chore you hate? Any.
D - Dad's name? Nemesio (so very, very glad I didn't end up Nemesio Flint, jr.)
E - Essential makeup item? Oh, my pretty pink lipstick, of course!
F - Favorite actor? None.
G - Gold or silver? Silver; Gold is tacky.
H - Hometown? Sussex
I - Instruments you play? None.
J - Job title? I don't work anymore, so I'd say 'General Lazy Bastard'.
K - Kids? None of my own.
L - Living arrangements? A tiny, dull looking room. Not that I'm complaining.
M - Mothers name? Kendra.
N - Number of people you've slept with? I don't think I'll answer that.
O - Overnight hospital stays? Too bloody many.
P - Phobia? No real phobias to speak of.
Q - Quote you like? Uh, I.. I can't think of one now.
R - Religious affiliation? Hahaha, yeah right.
S - Siblings? I have a sister..
T - Time you wake up? As late as possible.
U - Unique habit? Blah, blah.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat? Most of them.
W - Worst habit? Snapping at people rather too easily.
X - X-rays you've had? Three.
Y - Yummy food you make? I can't cook.. Really, can't cook at all.
Z - Zodiac Sign? Pisces.
Well, that passed the time.
current mood:  okay
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| Monday, March 24th, 2003
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8:35 pm
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The next time I see it mentioned in someone's journal that me and Potter kissed, I'm going to scream and punch someone. Yeah, it was a dare and he kissed me so please, get over it. I don't need to relive the moment over and over again, I feel quite ill enough already.
[PRIVATE]
Speaking of Potter, we had a 'fun' little exchange in the hallway earlier. I don't even know what to say. I'm really quite sickened by myself right now.
I mean, it's perfectly normal to enjoy being kissed by someone, right? Even if you can't stand them.. Okay, maybe that's not so normal but life'll be so much easier when I can blame all this on hormones.
I think perhaps it's just that little part of my mind that wants to wield power of any kind over him. I mean, this is just another type of power, right? And it was proved tonight that it really does have quite an effect on him.
Frontal lobotomy right here, please.
[/PRIVATE]
Did I mention I love Ollie? I do, you know.
current mood:  aggravated
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10:24 am
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Snitches don't break in two. Snitches don't break at all.
I bet bloody Potter or one of those other victory-hungry Gryffindors had something to do with this.
So it was called a tie. A bloody tie. A fucking tie!
And for the record, I'd say Malfoy's piece of the snitch was substantially larger.
Oh, and for the sake of saving my own skin, I'm sure Ollie had nothing to do with any sabotage plan.
And there was no cheating involved on either of our parts (I'm sure some people will assume). I got goals past him simply because I'm better *grins*
current mood: frustrated
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| Sunday, March 23rd, 2003
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8:24 pm
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Truth or Dare is truely one of the most idiotic games invented.
But kind of fun too.
[PRIVATE]
Potter got bloody dared to kiss me. How fucking cute, eh?
So, he did. And I did. And yeah.. I hated it. I did. I hated it. Completely. And I didn't want it to last longer and I definately didn't like the feel of his tongue in my mouth or the fact I could taste him in my mouth even after it was over. It was all utterly disgusting. Honest. I wouldn't dream of touching that bastard under different circumstances.
Still, Ollie's probably going to kill me when he finds out.
[/PRIVATE]
current mood:  curious
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9:58 am
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Blah blah, hungover. Blah blah, apathetic. Blah blah, same bloody story as always.
I'm bored & I need company. Any company.
current mood:  apathetic
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| Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
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7:43 pm
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[PRIVATE]
So, today's basically involved pacing around my room, biting my fingernails and downing shots of vodka.
Not that I'm panicking or anything. Oh no, I'm a model of calmness.
[/PRIVATE]
I won't be able to play tonight. I aggravated an old injury in my wrist and it's shot to shit. Fantastic timing, eh?
Tonight's messages:
Ollie, I miss you like crazy. Crazy, I tell you!
Tes, we need to talk about the situation again.
Lisa, I hope you're holding up okay.
( OOC )
current mood:  anxious
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| Friday, March 21st, 2003
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11:38 pm
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[PRIVATE]
So much for Riddle's 'good side'.
Lisa came and told me she believes he's going to kill her. I wouldn't be surprised, to be perfectly honest. People are a means to an end for him and, once they've served their purpose, he disposes of them.
I don't know, I can tell she's terrified. Wish there was something more I could do but, honestly, there's not. I can assume if she stands up to him, she'll last longer than most. That whole heir thing's got to stand some stead here.
And call me selfish but I'm a little shaken up too. I'd say it's safe to assume that, if Riddle's planning some crazy shit, his little gang of death-eaters will be around too and this is not a good time for a family reunion.
[/PRIVATE]
Caffiene high, woo. And I'm not worrying. Not worrying at all.
current mood:  high
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12:13 am
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Patched things up with Tes. I'm feeling much better for that.
Now, I'm just lonely. I think I need an attractive Gryffindor keeper (preferably of Scottish descent) to come over here and keep me entertained. I'm very specific, eh?
current mood:  lonely
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| Thursday, March 20th, 2003
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5:50 pm
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I feel much better today, like things are going to start going back to normal.. Well, as normal as they get around here.
current mood:  devious
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| Wednesday, March 19th, 2003
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6:32 pm
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[PRIVATE]
I blame Potter. It's easier. I don't want to think Oliver isn't everything I've built him up to be.
Basically Potter's saying he's the one who stopped things from happening, that Oliver was completely up for it. I hate believing anything that bastard says and I know Ollie was drunk but it's playing on my mind.
Maybe I should be more realistic. I just can't stand the idea he's flawed. Pathetic, isn't it? How delusional I am. I mean, I know he's only human and he's going to make mistakes and do stupid things and drive me up the wall.. I don't know, I'm just an idiot. That's all.
[/PRIVATE]
Blah, blah, blah. I think about things too much.
current mood:  indescribable
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10:46 am
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Hi, my name is Marcus Flint and, as always, there's still nothing I do better than hurting the people I love.
[PRIVATE TO TES & OLIVER]
Tes; We're going to have to talk again. This time I'll try to listen more rather than just shouting over the top of you. I'm sorry I treated you like a liar, I know you're not one. You're worth over a thousand of me and I shouldn't have said the things I did.
Ollie; I have to see you before I explode. Need to be sure you're not angry with me for the way I've behaved after what happened. Also, just kind of need someone to be there with me so I don't lose my mind. I love you.
[/PRIVATE TO TES & OLIVER]
I think I'm going to be avoiding contact with most people for the next few days. Potter, you should be breathing a sigh of relief right now because, if I happen to bump into you in a hallway...
Gods, you just keep giving me more and more reasons to despise you.
current mood:  discontent
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1:20 am
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I'm sorry Tes. I went about that the wrong way. I'm just angry, hope you can understand that.
current mood: blah
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| Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
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11:05 pm
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( Skills )
( Would You Rather.. )
Things aren't quite so dark anymore. I'm still not particularly pleased with the situation but.. Yeah.
current mood: cynical
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5:03 pm
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As always, I'm left wondering who the fuck I can trust.
And don't any of you try and tell me I can trust you because honestly, you're all bloody human and there's not much there to hold on to.
The fact my head's pounding makes all this feel a thousand times worse. Why can't I not be sober? A constant state of drunkeness would make life so much simpler, mean I could handle things that are thrown at me.
current mood:  annoyed
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| Monday, March 17th, 2003
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10:44 pm
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Right, totally just realised it's St. Patrick's day. Very good excuse to get absolutely bladdered.
The drinking starts here.
current mood: devious
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9:03 pm
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[PRIVATE]
Best. Night. Ever. Seriously, life doesn't get much better than this.
Yes, I'm a massive poof but, I love Oliver Wood so much that it almost hurts. Almost.
It's perfect. We just work. Unlike with most people, when he lets me control him.. It doesn't mean he seems weak, you know? I still feel like he's my equal, just as I always have. He's perfect for me.
And Gods, I feel like a massive sap because, waking up with him there felt so right, so comfortable. In the past, waking up in bed with someone left me itching to run away. This time, I never want to leave.
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Yeah, there's some things worth skipping Quidditch for.
( Owl to Draco )
current mood:  giddy
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2:21 am
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I really must 'play cards' more often.
current mood:  satisfied
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| Sunday, March 16th, 2003
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8:03 pm
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6:19 pm
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