October 5th, 2005
|12:45 am - ignorethis.|
Awkward, awkward, hell--
Er, well, so, anyway--
Typist: Because they'd never get to it otherwise. XD
Current Mood: embarrassed
Current Music: the weird sisters - "bewitched"
September 22nd, 2005
|11:41 pm - Some muggle quiz thinger|
| You scored as Harry Potter. You can be a little reckless and hot-headed at times, but a more brave and courageous friend would be hard to find.|
Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?
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Ha! Hey, I like the order of those answers, y'know?
September 21st, 2005
|11:09 am - Start of the term - not that that's anything to do with me|
I've been thinking... I rather miss being a student at Hogwarts. Seeing them all go off to school, wearing their new, clean, hole-less (or not, as the case may be, and never was with me, come to think of it) school robes, books and potions supplies and wands at the ready... Ahh, I miss it.
Or maybe it's just the feasts I'm missing. That must be it. The welcoming feast...!
...I think I'm a bit hungry.
(Also a bit bored. Must get out more!)
Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: The Weird Sisters' cover of "Witchy Woman"
July 18th, 2005
|12:15 am - Anyone up for a bit of a chat?|
Broke three plates tonight and knocked over a small side table, all in the same hour. Bit of a record even for me. Also, the light in my typist's room burned out, but I don't think that was my fault. ....I hope not, anyway.
My suggestion that she just use a light Charm didn't seem to go over too well with her. Must remember that she's a Muggle.
I've been very out of the loop lately, I know, and I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be a member of the Order, but I've not done a thing either way. I've not even been able to keep up with the news - I've been so out of it. A while back, Hermione filled me in on what had happened up to that point, but that was some time ago, and I'd surmise that there's been more since. Everything's big these days, and everything happens so fast.
Hermione? Or anyone else, really - if you want to, er, fill me in again...? ...not that I'll be much help at all, prob'ly. I'm still out of things for at least the next week, and maybe longer. ('Course, even before my typist got involved in this thing, I wasn't much use, was I? So perhaps I oughtn't to use that as an excuse.)
The long and short of it is, I'm just feeling sort of lonely lately. Can't go to the Mansion for a while still, and...well, just sort of consider this an open invitation to come talk to me, eh? Yeah. Be nice to have a bit of company, I think.
(Mum? Dad? ...you still around?)
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: take me home, you silly boy...
June 6th, 2005
Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid
and I need to pay more attention, be around more.
Been out of things too much. All sorts of... stuff seems to have happened in my absence.
Stupid. Again, stupid.
Current Mood: angry
May 24th, 2005
|04:33 pm - Pointless! But I do like the music.|
My typist just put on a - what'dyacallit? DVP? DV...something, some initials, of this musical rock opera thinger called "Jesus Christ Superstar" (she hastens to add that it's the old Jewison film, not the newer version - whatever that means). It's frankly amazing. The music is really good, and though I'm only just now watching the overture - she just started it - I'm already impressed with the direction and stuff.
The typist here is having to explain a lot of it to me, all sorts of Muggle references that I don't get - and I've never been able to comprehend religion very well at all - but even without the knowledge necessary to understand the full history of it, the plot seems pretty basic, and the visuals and music are beautiful without needing anything else.
I've got to say, though, the hot dry desert look is making me siriusly thirsty.
(But that Carl Anderson fellow is some singer!)
It's brought up some interesting thoughts, as well, about, you know, celebrity, fame, that kind of thing. I bet Harry could sympathize with this Jesus bloke a bit.
...now my typist brings up this quote: "Judas Escariot was supposedly red-haired" - from jkrowling.net - apparently the website of my ... author ... ? (I don't like this thing about being from a book, it confuses things.)
Typist: *refrains from casting a JCSS/Harry Potter crossover* Carl Anderson makes my heart sing, though I do love Jerome Pradon.
...you know, this music is even better than the Weird Sisters. If this is what all Muggle music is like, I could definitely get into it!
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Jesus Christ Superstar - 1970s movie version
May 23rd, 2005
|05:59 pm - Diary entry on diaries - is that irony or something else? Self-reflexive art? ...whatever!|
I like journals. I've always kept one, ever since I was... hm, I think dad bought me a blank book for my fifth birthday, and I filled up the pages with drawings of unicorns. I was really into unicorns back then. Couldn't draw them to save my life, though - I tried to show one once to somebody, some chum of mine or other, and he thought it was an armchair. Armchair, indeed! What's the horn supposed to be, a cushion??
...five-year-old drawings aside, ever since that auspicious start, I've always had at least one diary or journal or something to put my thoughts in. When I started getting a bit older, I'd try to charm them so no one could open them or read them; didn't work so well, and when that snooping Clara Elcott got her eyebrows turned into grass from my spell, I got in a bit of trouble...
...my, I'm just full of old memories tonight, aren't I? I stopped putting hexes on my journals after the Elcott incident (but she never bothered me again, did she? cured her snooping, anyway), and for a while I tried to not write down anything that was at all important to me - I'd just put in 'to do' lists or things I needed to remember or schoolwork, that kind of thing, but no real thoughts or secrets. But then, you know, do that for a while when you're used to organizing your feelings on paper, and you end up a bit scattery-spazzed.
Anyone who's known me for a while will probably say right here "Tonks, you're always more than a bit scattery-spazzed, anyway!" They'll probably go on to say "Scattery-spazzed isn't a real word, either", but I'll blithely ignore them and just say "Worse than usual." And then they'll try to picture that, and die of fright. Which will be a bit of a blessing, since by this time they're frankly annoying me.
Where was I? Right, being scattery-spazzed (or is it spazzery-scatt?). I tried to go without proper journalling, and couldn't take it. I went right back to my old ways. Sounds like an addiction or something. I guess it is, in a way; you get used to having a place to keep your brain outside of your head. How do other people do it? I just get so filled up with thoughts and things that I feel I'm about to explode, or that I have to jump up and scream and run around in circles and throws things out the window or dance on the rooftop or something, I don't know. Times like those, my only options are a) break stuff (which I try to avoid when I can, though it's not often I can), b) turn my hair the BRIGHTEST UGLIEST YELLOW-GREEN-RED COLOUR IMAGINABLE, or c) ...write it down.
I like B quite a bit, actually. Though this pink is nice for now (and it matches my shirt, too. Ligur called it "chewing gum pink", but I don't listen to demons who are only there for comic relief in the first place).
So I end up journalling again. But now... well. Stuff changes when you get older, and the things that I get spazzed about aren't just "omg I have the biggest crush on this cute boy" anymore. And with... everything else, I don't know how safe I feel, keeping a real, proper diary. Nor do I trust charms or hexes to protect it - even the strongest spell can be broken or reversed, and I don't want to rely on fallible magic for something important.
What I need is just a plain Muggle notebook, that I can write in with a plain Muggle pen, and once I've written, in a place where no one can read over my shoulder or anything, I need to burn the paper and get rid of the ashes.
Which brings up the issue of destroying one's own thoughts. I don't like it, frankly. But what're you gonna do?
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: The Weird Sisters