| oo9. trouble |
[15 Nov 2008|02:52pm] |
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I can't not go out.
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[22 Oct 2008|11:15pm] |
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Sometimes I have serious concerns about the people who attract my attention.
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| oo7. mine. |
[21 Oct 2008|02:22pm] |
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After much consideration, my brother Thibault and I have decided to throw a Hallowe'en celebration. It took a lot of planning, preparation, and parental wheedling, but we've settled on a masquerade on Hallowe'en night. In the interest of having no one accidentally break anything in my house, we've rented out Vincent Hall nearby. If you don't know where it is, owl Thibault, and he'll give you directions.
The theme of the masque is poems. You must go as a poem, or at least a part of it. Songs are acceptable, provided the lyrics are not pure excrement. If you can't think how to dress up as a poem, stay home and twiddle your thumbs. This is a MASQUERADE. This means one should not be able to tell your identity while you are in costume, and anyone who tells their friends beforehand how they will be dressed will suffer my immense displeasure.
To reserve a costume, comment anonymously on this post.
-Sidonie
[Jack]
You are coming to my party. So are all of your friends. Don't you dare tell me what any of you are dressing as.
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| oo6. paying attention? |
[05 Oct 2008|02:58pm] |
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“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.”
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| oo5. what's that? |
[09 Sep 2008|12:24am] |
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I'm sorry; is there some reason why everyone here is so upset over this?
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| oo4. society pages. |
[27 Aug 2008|04:57pm] |
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Bollocks.
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| oo3. Skip to the end. |
[19 Aug 2008|08:28pm] |
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It's not that I don't respect where you're coming from.
Let's face it; you're the best of us. You've always been the best. Maybe it's just your headstart. Maybe in a few years we'll all have the stomach to be as good as you are. As it stands, I'm 19 and I just want to live a little before I take the weight of the free world onto my shoulders. Is that so much to ask? True, he's had more time than I have, but different people need different practice, not to mention performance. Maybe we don't all have to grow up to be you. Maybe not everyone has to be that clean-cut white bread success. Maybe it's the little failures that have gotten us this far.
I know you've heard talk about it and I know you're just dying for an excuse to push it, to storm on in and tear everything to pieces and put us all in our respective places. But for once, could you just live up to your standards alone and leave it be?
I like anonymous, unsent letters. People haven't been using these enough lately. Write a letter to someone without mentioning who it's to. If nothing else, it's bloody good therapy.
-Sid
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| oo2: this is my first post. |
[09 Aug 2008|01:28pm] |
So, hello all. I'm Sid Demedici, semi-socialite and young lady on the prowl for purpose! (Don't tell my parents I put it that way, by the way; are there any reporters using these aside from Fenwick and all his journalistic morals? I suppose they're must be, but if they're smart, they'll keep quiet so we won't think about that too much. Luckily I've never been interesting enough to be a fascination for the readers of Witch Weekly beyond the occasional daring outfit. Giddy giddy gosh.) I'm 19, turning 20 not too long from now (well, half a yearish, but who's counting), a former Ravenclaw and a current... what's the proper way to convey that one has no employment or prospect of one, but is currently spending her trust fund and allowance taking a break from the rigours of Hogwarts to sort oneself out and decide what to do with one's life? I've yet to find a term that exactly fits without sounding a bit too scandalous. Regardless, I promise I'm no magnet for controversy, although I know a few. Try not to hold my (non-)occupation against me; I don't actually need to work, and my parents don't mind, so there's no point taking a job someone else needs until I know what I really want to do, is there?
Cheers. Right now I'm at a pub waiting for Fenwick to come by so we can go find my boyfriend and harrass him. He's late by an astounding 6 minutes. Why do you always take so long to interview, Benjy? It's not like you ever ask anything particularly interesting.
I suspect the heat is making me unduly mouthy and intimate right now, so I'm going to stop before I get myself in any deeper. I'm really much better-mannered than this scrawling makes me seem. Do speak to me; I love the prospect of long distance interaction.
Cheers,
Sid
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