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Below are 20 journal entries, after skipping by the 20 most recent ones recorded in
Lia Rushden's InsaneJournal:
| Tuesday, November 10th, 2015 | |
| 7:14 pm | Alright so... Since I can't ward stuff, everyone else is just going to have to listen to me Quidditch ramble to my team for a moment. RAVENCLAW TEAM? Everyone of you... get a good nights sleep, no crazy parties (yeah, yeah, that's me saying that), and I want to see you all bright and early for a team breakfast. Got it? Good. If you're late? Prepare to face my wrath. We all know I'm bloody terrifying when I want to be.. which is like, all the time. We've got this in the bag guys, just gotta believe it as much as I do. |
| Saturday, October 31st, 2015 | |
| 1:02 pm | So who's getting shitty drunk with me tonight? Ps: I either need liquid latex, or magic. Any volunteers? |
| Wednesday, October 28th, 2015 | |
| 12:55 am | So I'm not sure if it was one person, or a joint effort of individuals, but whoever has been looking after Araño... thank you. I can see he was well looked after. Maybe even a bit friendlier. Might have to fix that part though. I like my spiders sassy. That's why he got the cool as fuck racing stripe. Speaking of which... who wants acromantula races? My spider will kick all your spider's abdomens, guaranteed. |
| Monday, October 19th, 2015 | |
| 3:40 pm | I. Am. So. Bored. I can practically feel my Quidditch skills drying up. We need to practice, dammit. Can't like... a professor or something oversee us? Even for an hour or two? You realize keeping us from the outdoors is unhealthy, correct? Maybe even some form of torture. And what about my damn spider? He misses his mummy, dammit. I can feel it. He's going to think I abandoned him and it will literally be the most tragic thing ever. |
| Saturday, October 3rd, 2015 | |
| 3:22 pm | If anyone needs me and my newfound freedom, I'll be drinking myself to death. Cheers. Oh also, fuck you, McGonagall. Fuck you, Ministry. And fuck you, Saint Mungo’s. |
| Friday, October 2nd, 2015 | |
| 6:42 pm | If the death eaters don't kill me, the boredom of being in the hospital wing will. Woe is me, I'm too young to go out like this. I wanted flash and pazzaz, dammit. Like.. jumping through fiery rings alongside Bengal tigers while piranhas swim in a pool beneath us. But at the last minute when you think I've cleared it, one the tiger sneezes and knocks off my balance, causing me to become an early snack for the fanged fishies. Alas. [Seamus] I'm bored. Send me nudes. Kidding! Mostly. |
| Thursday, October 1st, 2015 | |
| 12:13 am | Fucking wonderful. [Ginny] So are you and Dean finally dating yet or can I request that you punch him in the arm? End [Seamus] I want to be with yo Remind me to stop reading my journal so I can be blissfully unaware of all the bullshite that's currently happening while I'm stuck here. I love you. Tell me all your tales of what you've been doing during my imprisonment in this ivory tower? If only my hair was long enough.. this could be like Rapunzel or some shite. End [Dean] I know you can't ward back, but I'm not saying thank you. |
| Monday, September 28th, 2015 | |
| 5:06 pm | |
| Sunday, September 27th, 2015 | |
| 2:55 pm | [Seamus] So you know So I know I said I was coming to see you today, but I can't. Something came up. I'm sorry. I love you. End [Hexed to self] I swear to fuck if I have this thing I'm jumping off the fucking Astronomy tower. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK End [Melly] Can you do me a favor, love? End So if no one sees me, don't panic. I'm working on a project. Okay? Okay. |
| Thursday, September 24th, 2015 | |
| 12:15 am | Has anyone... Has anyone seen Samtup? 5 month old kitten. Shades of gray. Giant paws. Pointiest ears. Eyes that will melt your heart and burn your inner soul at the same time. Likes to piss on people and things I don't like. Meows indignantly when he doesn't get is way. Has not been murdered by a lunatic, so don't even suggest it. etc, etc. [Seamus] Please don't hate me Or break up with me I just I'm really sorry, okay? I literally fuck up everything in my entire life I can't lose I |
| Tuesday, September 22nd, 2015 | |
| 1:40 am | But I did realize that I do love taking pictures, and I love taking pictures of food specifically. So I've started a little collection, with more to come obviously. I call it ( Ophelia Rushden Eatin' and Drinkin' Thangs ) I encourage all of you, every where, where ever you are, to take a picture of yourself eating and share with the masses. Why, you ask? Why would you dare ask an artist why they are using the colour blue? Or why a toilet seat can be considered a masterpiece under certain circumstances? Don't crush my soul, kiddos. Because I'll crush yours first. Cheers! |
| Wednesday, September 16th, 2015 | |
| 4:15 pm | |
| Monday, September 14th, 2015 | |
| 1:37 pm | [Badly Warded to Self] Siento que mi cabeza va a explotar. ¿Cuánto tiempo puede estar sin dormir hasta que te mueras? Sigo viendo cosas que no están allí. Sombras. Destellos. No me gusta este lugar a veces. O en realidad, eso es una mentira. ¿Dónde más que tengo que ir? Pero odio sentirme atrapado. Odio el hecho uno de mis mejores amigos es enfermo. Odio que soy demasiado cobarde para ir a visitar. No me gusta un montón de cosas, al parecer. Pero por suerte, me encanta el alcohol. ooc: hover to translate. sorry it doesn't work on phones. |
| Thursday, September 10th, 2015 | |
| 1:33 pm | [Mandy] So what are you doing about tryouts since technically Stephen isn't a student and Michael has the plague? Have you thought about this? |
| Saturday, September 5th, 2015 | |
| 12:56 pm | Seamus Finnigan, you better run. |
| Thursday, September 3rd, 2015 | |
| 2:49 am | Stay tuned for Lia's Tales of Tantalizing Truths this week. Don't worry, Witch Weekly, I didn't forget about you. [Seamus] So.... are you mad at me? |
| Sunday, August 30th, 2015 | |
| 12:54 pm | Bought myself some school books for learning and a little something ( extra ) I have impulse control issues, okay? But.. that face. Now I need a name or something. Though sometimes I wonder if names are really required. It's not like cats listen to you anyway. That's why they're so wickedly awesome. They just don't give a fuck. UPDATE: Name is now officially Samhain Tuppence Cthulhu Reginald Jackolantern Demonspawn Fuzzypaws Rushden. |
| Wednesday, August 26th, 2015 | |
| 2:19 pm | Nueve It seems our ever favorite publication of Witch Weekly has failed to get the true story once again. But never fear, Lia's Tales of Tantalizing Truth is here to set the record straight for all. Hold on to your hats, because you're all in for a bumpy ride! Sudden Wedding Cover up for Alien Baby Assimilation Scheme While it seems the Cornfoot and Greengrass families are sticking hard to their falsified story of young, romantic love, inside sources claim that the truth of the matter is none other than Miss Daphne herself was recently abducted by atrocious aliens, implanting their demonic alien baby army in her fertile and fabulous womb. But that's not all folks! Upon more digging and sleuthing it actually seems that Daphne is not Daphne at all, but a top secret experiment gone horribly wrong by the muggle government, who just happened to be snatched up by this arduous alien race. But that begs the real question, what has happened to the young and lovely Miss Greengrass we all know and... well.. know? Are they holding her hostage somewhere? Did she ever really exist at all? Perhaps only time will tell, but our dedicated reporters are more than ready to crack that can of worms! Even more disturbing is what does this mean for our poor, Stephen Cornfoot? Did he realize he was being married to the mother of a new alien race? Did his father sign a deal with the devil, and the poor boy is just a pitiful pawn in a Pureblood scheme gone horribly awry? Sources say that in fact, the Elder Cornfoot did indeed sign a pact with the notorious Beelzebub, as they were caught canoodling quietly in a secluded corner of Knockturn a week before said nuptials took place. ----- Bulstrode Bombarded with Boisterous Claims, Only Working in Cahoots with her Cat Companion In other news, while it seems our very own Millicent Bulstrode has been at the center of quite a bit of controversy, what is truly marvelous about this entire tale is how wickedly wonderful Witch Weekly is at fooling all of you! While you clamber and crawl for the inside scoop of this notoriously beautiful and charming witch, the true story lies not with Millicent herself, but with her darling cat. That's right folks, it's not in fact Miss Millicent who claims the crowds of curious creatures, but really, her fabulous fluffball! Because in fact, our most secretive of sleuths have uncovered the real truth: he's not a cat at all, but an extremely clever animagus by the name of Clancy Clow! Witch Weekly thought it too scandalous to reveal the truth to you hoards of adoring fans, and while Millie has been a good sport, it's all in the effort to protect the identity of her most sacred of pals. Really, we should all look to Millicent in wonder and awe for her truthful tale of what friendship should be. Now don't all of you feel silly! ----- Orgies and Ministries and Poppies, oh my! Our final story of the day is short and sweet, my delightful divas and duders. While WW reports continuously on the ongoing Ministry of Magic sex scandal, our super secret reporters have uncovered an even deeper story that will shake you to your very soul! Deeply undercover sources claim that the continuously creeped on couples within the Ministry itself are not in fact, actual individuals with an insatiable sex drive, but mythical Lotus Eaters! You heard right, dear readers, Lotophagi have infiltrated the Ministry! What does this mean for future politics, only time will truly tell. But I for one, dear readers, offer you the only piece of advice I can give in this type of dire situation: Don't eat the poppy seed muffins! |
| 11:17 am | Ocho Bloody fucking fuck. I SWORE I had enough money to cover books and shite I even did math. Like what in the actual fuck How am I going to go back without Maybe I can God fucking no I'm not asking her Maybe I'll sell my kidney I think I might become a Hogwarts drop out and join the circus. I've always wanted to be a lion tamer. |
| Monday, August 24th, 2015 | |
| 11:36 pm | Backdated to the morning after the party because I am awful and slow and eh ( Hexed to Dean ) |