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[Aug. 1st, 2007|10:55 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Old Friends/Bookends-Simon and Garfunkel | ] |
Have a job. At, um...the "Welcome Inn." Gotta love the name. It's, um, a little outside London, still within city limits though. Can't complain, and the view's spectacular. If it weren't for the overactive rat bowels, it'd be fit to be called home.
( Acacia ) |
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[Jul. 17th, 2007|12:07 am] |
My God, how empty life seems when there's nothing to do...
I miss school. And I despise myself for it.
( Private ) |
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[Mar. 9th, 2007|09:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Vindicated-Dashboard Confessional | ] |
To anyone who cares, I'm finally out of the hospital wing. Doing pretty well, though the nurse says I need to work on getting my balance back. Other than that, I'm feeling right as rain.
( Acacia )
Did I miss much? |
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[Feb. 14th, 2007|05:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  in need | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Snow-Red Hot Chili Peppers | ] |
I've got some trouble. I know, it's stupid for me to even ask it...I'm not the most perfect person you've ever met, let's face it. But, I've tried really hard to be better, and I really don't want to screw it up. This isn't about being macho. I'm really scared, I can admit that. I just want this to go away, no headmaster, no teachers (except you of course, Dorcas). If that's going to happen, I'll need some help. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2007|01:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | my dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ehh... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Makedamnsure-Taking Back Sunday | ] |
My God, I forgot how tedious the weekend comes to be at Hogwarts. Of course, my boredom could be due to lack of social activity. I know, I know. How is it that Fletcher, that social butterfly, that king of popularity, how does he manage to stay cooped up all weekend? The answer: very easily. I was hoping the pitchforks and torches would be put away by now, but I can't say I'm not surprised. Or offended. Who can blame them? I guess I'll just sit up here until we achieve world peace, or everyone's memories are wiped. Or I die. Whichever comes first. |
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| Shit... |
[Dec. 15th, 2006|07:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  poopy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dead!-MCR | ] |
Apparently I'm to start tutoring shortly. It's part of my Road to Redemption, so I can be "reinitiated into society".
Better stock up on booze. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2006|06:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hehehe | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bitch is Back-Elton John | ] |
Back. You'll see me soon enough. |
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| Soon... |
[Oct. 10th, 2006|06:34 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | In your head | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  MoohoohooHAAHAA!!! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen | ] |
The time for action approaches...
But I think I'll let you sweat it out a few more days. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2006|02:56 pm] |
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Hello. My name is Mundungus Fletcher. Yes, I am still alive. Very much so. And I WILL be back. Keep an eye out. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2006|06:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | perturbed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Time Warp-Rocky Horror Picture Show | ] |
I understand how inappropriate this may sound, but I'd like to speak with Charlotte. If anyone sympathized with my plight and wishes to aide me in my attempts, please contact me soon. I have a feeling Bella will demand my head when she catches wind of my plans. If Charlotte is unable to speak with me, or prefers not to, I'd very much appreciate a close friend to relay a message to her. You can find me in the Slytherin dorm tomorrow night. I have business to attend to currently. |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2006|03:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  regrettable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Forever Young-Youth Group | ] |
I'd like to make amends, if anyone would care to listen. So, I'll be around. Here. If anyone wants to speak with me, that is. |
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[May. 21st, 2006|08:24 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | N/A | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | friggin cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Band On the Run-Wings | ] |
Can't talk long.
Expect me shortly.
I do hope the weather's improved, and if anyone sees Delame, tell him I'm sorry about the leg.
I bid you farewell. Do not try to contact me. |
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| ((Takes Place After Like Father, Like Son Part Two...which I'm so gonna write soon...hehe)) |
[Mar. 5th, 2006|02:12 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | morose | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ohio-CSNY | ] |
I realize what I did was wrong. Everything. And I apologize. I have committed some heinous crimes, harmed people I care about, and soiled my reputation indefinitely. I wish to speak with many of you. If you will have me, I'd like to meet you in Hogsmeade, time and date as of yet undetermined. I will let you know. You all know who you are. Whether you choose to show up or not is your choice. I won't hold it against you.
M.F. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2006|10:50 pm] |
Um, hey.
I've been crashing in London for the past week. It's good to get back to my roots, I suppose, but I'm not ready to face Father. I've gotten back into my old routine: breakfast was comprised of a stolen apple and some pastries. I forgot how good I was. That is, until a bobby noticed me and I had to run for what seemed ages. I lost him in an alley around lunchtime. Muggle policemen are such a nuisance…
I hope things are alright there. I bet Anton and Meda are still off and on, and Malfoy's still a pompous dick. Snape's still greasy, Benjy's still indifferent, Rita's still nosy, Dumbledore's still crusty, Delame's still morose.
I'm sorry Charlotte. I really am. I pray, above all, that you are well.
…I don't know what to say to you Bella. So I guess I'll just say, "Hope you're fine too."
I have to go soon, I think the bobby recognized me. I need to start stealing from a different store. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2006|05:12 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | God Called In Sick Today | ] |
I managed to convince Pomphrey to let one hand out of the fucking shackles. Yes, I'm shackled to the bed. Bloody unnecessary if you ask me, I barely did anything. Yet here I am, beat up as hell and I'm the one shackled? Bloody fucking unjust.... ah!
So, I'm expelled. I hope many of you are fucking happy.
I spit on all of you. Or rather, here's a list. These are people that I won't be sad to never see again.
-Antonin Dolohov- Being a fucking hypocrite
-Andromeda Black- Being a slut to the fucking hypocrite
-Regulus Black- Being friends with the fucking hypocrite and being a pansy
-Bellatrix Black- Being a fucking cunt whore!
-Narcissa Black- Being the sister of a slut and a whore
-Charlotte Lovegood- For being a loud mouthed bitch and making me regret things. *heavily scratched out*and breaking my heart
-Professor McGonogall- For having a fucking stupid hairdo! Fuck that!
-Severus Snape- For being a slimy cuntbag my whole life!
-Lucius Malfoy- For being connected to all the Blacks and having retarded hair as well. You and McGonogall should start a fucking club. Regulus can join as well, but seeing as it wouldn't be all men, I doubt he would.
-Walden Macnair- Killing my bunny in second year, even if you did say it was an accident. Bastard.
-Gilderoy Lockhart- You're a fucking... FUCK! You're a fuck!
-Lily Evans- For having stupid fucking red hair!
You can all die. I'm sure as fuck that I'll be much happier once I'm out of this hell hole. You'll all be envying me. |
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| Help me. |
[Jan. 21st, 2006|12:01 am] |
I need to talk to someone. I've fucked up I did something really bad and I'm afraid that now I'll go back to the dark place unless someone helps me.
( private )
I can't even bring myself to commit suicide. I don't deserve death, it's too merciful a punishment. |
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| I'm surrounded by assholes. |
[Jan. 20th, 2006|12:20 am] |
God damn you people. If you're not snide, cruel social sadists, then you're sickening sychophantic phonies, thinking a little wink or smile makes me feel all safe inside, you're my pal, right? Cut the shit. You're even worse than the social sadists because at least they're honest about their hate for me, their detest, their disgust. You pretend to like me, pretend to understand. Deep down you wonder about that wierdo, the freak who cut himself. You whisper about it to your friends, and slowly the gossip moves like a wraith throughout the social circles, until it's grown so hideous and so big I'm crushed under the weight, and I simply give up trying to quell the rumors. So there you have it. i'm on to you. You're either an enemy, or merely someone not worth trifling with. I have no need or time for friends, seeing as how no one has time or need for me.
Fuck off. |
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| The Emo fletch emerges |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|10:26 pm] |
Someone once told me every shooting star was a beginning, a blossoming, proclaiming something beautiful and new. I hadn't the heart to tell the git a shooting star is a dying star. The metaphor I'd rather equate to it is a coup of sorts, the destruction of a dynasty, proving that everything, no matter how bright and beautiful, must come to an end.
I think I'll start writing poetry. |
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| BRING ME SOME PANTS! |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|06:33 pm] |
Attn: Fletcher is in dire need of some pants. A mere pair of jeans would suffice. If possible, please break into my dorm and steal one of my own, as I'd rather not be in anyone else's pants 'cept Rita's. After you have acquired said pants, deliver them to the third cot in the Hospital Wing. I'll be there, seeing as how I'm in my skivvies underneath this damn gown.
Thank you |
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