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Monday, July 14th, 2003
1:02 pm
Monday, July 7th, 2003
9:42 am
Gawdon Bennet! Fuck! What is wiv Americans an' firin' Darren Gough damn fireworks Bottle ov Glue days after their independance day? Damn Bill RDarren Goughey drinkers. . OK?

Lor' luv a duck! Plus I'm sawer from fallin' down a flight ov Apple & pears which no one should do. Ever. But da ocean is beautiful an' so many Alan Knott lads an' ladies- no. Think ov Oisin. Ah- can't think ov 'im at da momun'. Saw a band (guster- Blimey! whom I've wan'ed ter see fer Donkey's Ears but they never Rattle an' 'um ter london . Nuff said, yeah?)an' what was lovely though. . Know what I mean?

Lor' luv a duck! Strange 'ow everyone stares at me when I Rabbi' an' pawk an' I'm not even Michael Owen Darren Gough in cockney either! Just wiv a regular london accent- perhaps a bi' tain'ed by exposure ter manchester. Thuff when I fell down da Apple & pears I was Darren Gough cursin' nosey pike anythin' fer a while. . Know what I mean?

Current Mood: counterproductive
Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
9:20 pm
Mother is God on the lips of children
“I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back anymore- the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth and all men.” Joseph Conrad

Love skating at night. Something about it being quiet, dark and almost moody. Maybe because when I was younger I would sneak out my house and skate around the side walks of Magnolia Crescent, in the alleys and parking lots. Never mind if I fell 3000 times, it still would be a beautiful night- I’d come home sometimes and my dad wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch and I could pretend he was back in his room with my mum, my sister wouldn’t be crying in her sleep again.

Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone
They make it hard to leave you alone
Leave you hear wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new

So I took a train to London and I’m spending the night in a friend’s flat. S’nice. I left a note for my aunt, told her I changed the flight plan and called the relatives. I was going to ask my sister to come with me, would’ve paid for her train ticket. But I heard her talking to my aunt, saying how sometime I worried her. After that I wasn’t too keen to invite her.

Baby you’re lost
Baby you’re lost
Baby you’re a lost cause

The way the clouds linger across the moon, makes me think of religion. Maybe Muggles are just witches or wizards without magic, but with religion. I mean, I know Muggles are witches/wizards without magic and I know some Muggles don’t have religion and some wizards/magical beings do have religion but…. I’m not sure. Something about watching Mass makes me think of some form of earliest magic.
That’s what I would think when I would skate at night; mind you that was at age when I thought that maybe if I asked God nicely after mass he or Jesus or Mary or one of the saints would come home with me and watch the football match.

There are too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go
They know you’re secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy but nobody cares

I still light candles for Lucas and Aidan. Part of me thinks that perhaps one day, I don’t know. I’ll no longer be in Aidan’s debt. Teaching me how to skate, defending himself and me from the fucks who used to question why a white boy was teaching some black kid how to skate. He didn’t mind being my cousin like others did, never denied what I was or who I was. He would have liked seeing magic.
Lucas- the brother I never knew. The brother I was supposed to have. The brother whose the reason my mother is afraid to look at me at times, the way she cries every time I have a birthday. 3 months of knowing him. Then… nothing. SID. And I just cried in my sleep while he….
Aidan- and he- people always die. I hate it when people die. When people die because… because they’re too fucked up to ask for help and they think everyone thinks they don’t know what they’re going through but they really do and if they only had the intelligence to god damn say they wanted to die instead of grabbing the razor and…………………………………………………………………………………………………………
………………………………………………………… Aidan sometimes I hate you.

Baby you’re lost
Baby you’re lost
Baby you’re a lost cause
I’m tired of fighting
I’m tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.

There is a place you are going
You ain’t never been before
There’s no one laughing at your back now
No one standing at your door
Is that what you thought love was for?

Blessed blessed blessed
Ave Maria,
gratia plena, Dominus tecum,
benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.

Baby you’re lost
Baby you’re lost
Baby you’re a lost cause
I’m tired of fighting
I’m tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

Sorry for going off on a ramble again

I don't want to hate you Aidan

Current Mood: tired
Monday, June 30th, 2003
9:11 pm
then you'd bring me home/ cuz we both know what it's like to be alone
This is the third damn time I've tried writing this fecker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway.... so is book burning illegeal or just condsidered a pollutant?

So.... ::clears throat adn sings off key:: I AM HOME AGAIN! OH YES HOME AGAIN! OH BLOODY HELL I'M-wait- is that even a song? Damn it.

Amusing this one- ANTI CHRISTMAS!!!
Damn chips. Getting grease all over the key board.

So tomorrow I'm off to America to visit a cousin. Strange these American typers- sodomy was made legal only a few days ago between 2 consenting adults. Strange. If only they knew....

I have not just eaten 26 Chocolate Frogs and consumed 13 liters of soda (and no- you can't eat the cans). What made you think that I would think to dooooooo such a thing? Yes? Right? Quite? Hmm? Ja.

I'm just happy that I didn't bloody fail!!! Especially as one exam consisited of me writing "I don't bloody give a damn fuck's tail you rapist" for 2 hours. Wonder I passed that one. Must 'ave been sheer personality. Really. Quite.

So my quest this hols is to create alcoholic flavored ice cream. Those gifted in Potions (cough)or willing to test various combinations are welcome to join. Yes. Anyway.

Off to pack. Possibly skate about town and see if I run into Oisin. Need_some_snogging_now

perhaps it's just withdrawl- no Beckham. No Beckham. No Beckham. No Beckham. No Beckham. No Beckham. WHY GOD? WHY COULDN'T YOU TAKE ME INSTEAD?!

Current Mood: hyper
Tuesday, June 17th, 2003
9:48 am
So bored
waiting for the port key to activateCollapse )

lovely. what the world needs is annoying quizes that tell me nothing and make me do all the work.

I'm just pissed that.... well..... pissed that.... well...yeah... think i need to go ring someone up now

Current Mood: groggy
9:48 am
So bored
waiting for the port key to activateCollapse )

lovely. what the world needs is annoying quizes that tell me nothing and make me do all the work.

I'm just pissed that.... well..... pissed that.... well...yeah... think i need to go ring someone up now

Current Mood: groggy
Thursday, June 12th, 2003
8:25 pm
i will abuse this knowledgeCollapse )

however, now i'm stuck- the boy or his sister? be nice to pursue both but a bit made-for-trashy-romace-novel-ish

Current Mood: happy
Monday, June 9th, 2003
9:19 am
so what does it mena if you get into a row with someone (you break his nose and he splits your eybrow) and then next tiem you see him he asks you out for coffee?

And I thought I went for the non-self destructive types. Really did. Something about that mental stability that does it for me

Current Mood: curious
Sunday, June 8th, 2003
2:10 pm
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Great- 3 stiches in my eye brow. Split lips. And a black eye. God bless football. Perhaps not the fans. The pain feels kind of good though- like i got mussed up for a cause. And pain is only temporary.

My aunt went a bit off ehr ehad this morning when she saw me.I hadn't gotten stiches yet so i ended up soaking my pillow. That grossed her out a bit. Into the car, to the doctors, then home for a lecture. (Harry kann erzählen, weil Draco eine werdende Mutter ist. Und skurril. Ach was)

Current Mood: bleeding
Friday, June 6th, 2003
10:20 pm
"We seek incest and impersonate Clark Gable"
in case anyone needs to reach me by owl I am at my aunt's in machester. dredfully close to the stadium- been in three fights already. home sweet home now.

she's nice. artist. alright with school and all that. she's been trying to break me of the lighter though. Best of luck to her- she'll need it

Current Mood: happy
Wednesday, June 4th, 2003
8:22 am
Strange.... the computer seems to be calling me sexy
You are the Colored eye. You are different and dont
give a dam wut other people think or say about
you.. your independent n sexy. Good for u!

The type of pain ur eyes behold
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Friday, May 30th, 2003
9:14 am
Ah. Back in London. Waiting for the court date. lovely. get to sit at home, watch tv, go to shops, adn throw things at people. been hanging about with my sister, going to music shops and stuff. my lighter is never far now- my mom is always around screaming. must be the stress getting to her. need something to calm me down

Current Mood: tired
Thursday, May 22nd, 2003
11:29 am
The sound of everything going downhill
dear fucking god. i. am. an. idiot. think i'll go shoot myself now.

Current Mood: crappy
Friday, May 16th, 2003
11:31 am
And then the world blew up and everyone died
And everyone cried when wands attacked.... my da should be put down. Wish I had the guts to do it. He wants my sister and me but not my brother!! Christs sakes, just becuase my mom had Alaster after the fucking divorce.... Bloody hell.

Blackest Eyes

A mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy

A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It's so erotic when your make up runs

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I'm feeling something taking over me

Current Mood: crappy
Thursday, May 15th, 2003
10:29 pm
Choose your poetic poison
Dear god NO This cannot be happening. Oh god, fucking hell.

I really need a teacher or someone, anyone to talk to. Especially someone with some form of knowledge of Muggle?magic relations. Oh god!!!!

Please please please please please, I'll beg, I'll plead, but someone please help me

Current Mood: numb
Tuesday, May 13th, 2003
8:31 am
la la la la la la la la la la la- my head hurts from all the goddamn


in the air. it doesn't smell like roses... smells like napalm in the morning.... (american movie quote that I watched one night when i was insomniac)

Current Mood: contemplative
Friday, May 9th, 2003
5:24 pm
my sister sent me a lighter- god love her. time to look for a spell so it won't run out of fluid

Current Mood: hopeful
Wednesday, May 7th, 2003
12:11 pm
oi fuck. maybe I should send out an owl to God and see what happens. or maybe I should just talk to someone.

observe- the icon of me when I was cute. and innocent. and my da was about. (to give you a picture of how long ago that was)

Current Mood: contemplative
8:12 am
Too early in the morning but I couldn't sleep. Been talking with my sister (also known as a possible organ donater so communication there might be useful in the future).

Anyway.... my sister's been watching me brother more and more and my mum goes out bar hopping- or, as, I call it, loser fucking. WHen she gets STD-y, it's not my fucking fault. Just... come on MUM!! BE AT HOME WITH YOUR GOD DAMN KIDS!! "leaving them alone to find a man" makes as much sense as a 1-legged arse kicking contest.

going down to breakfast. if anyone else in the Hall- see you there.
Tuesday, May 6th, 2003
8:55 pm
I feel like I could scream. Hate that damn class so much and


doesn't make it better. the arse fucker

Seamus better come threw with the answers or looks like the arse fucker is going to be fucking me (over)

Current Mood: crazy
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