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angelina_caliga
16 October 2010 @ 02:12 pm
10/16/05  
Bloody head is killing me. Stayed too long at Avalon.

But there's nothing to treat a hangover like a steaming hot bath. Victory is sweet.

Probably time to announce my return to the masses.

Things to Do To Make This Hole Livable
1. Remove dirt and animal refuse.
2. Reparo windows.
3. Chase out feral cats.
4. Locate any booze in boxes.
5. Unpack while drinking booze.
6. Find a spell to cut grass. All my hexes leave uneven patches.
7. Get Floo reconnected.
8. Change name of idiot house.
9. Make outside of house pretty. Still a work in progress. Bugger it.
10. Get electricity and running water. Aguamenti and lumos will only take me so far. (Ew, sponge baths.)
11. Owl friends and family.
12. Find a job. Something that lets me hit people would be nice.
 
 
Current Location: Chizpurfle Place
Current Mood: hungover
 
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angelina_caliga
07 October 2010 @ 06:50 pm
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Dear Journal,

I found you in a box, Journal. I considered burning you but I don't have any parchment in this bloody rats' nest so you live to see another day.

Things to Do To Make This Hole Livable
1. Remove dirt and animal refuse.
2. Reparo windows.
3. Chase out feral cats.
4. Locate any booze in boxes.
5. Unpack while drinking booze.
6. Find a spell to cut grass. All my hexes leave uneven patches.
7. Get Floo reconnected.
8. Change name of idiot house.
9. Make outside of house pretty.
10. Get electricity and running water. Aguamenti and lumos will only take me so far. (Ew, sponge baths.)
 
 
Current Location: Chizpurfle Place-Cellar
Current Mood: drunkdrunk
 
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angelina_caliga
28 November 2008 @ 11:14 pm
11/28/03  
I shouldn't have even bothered asking Marcus for help. He looked like he wanted to attack me when I asked him to talk to her. Considering he gets to sleep next to her every night, I thought he might have been worried about her. Apparently I was wrong. Now I have to try talking to her and finding out what's wrong. I have a feeling I know what's wrong.

I shouldn't have yelled at her like that, but I didn't know what else to do. I have all these memories and I want to make them real but I don't know how. We didn't get to see HOW it works, just that it does. I'm unhappy now, and I know I can be happy, I just don't know how to get that point.

I'm going to try to go into work tomorrow. It'll be my first day back since I got sick. I have to get out of this house, even for just a little bit. I know Marcus brought her here to keep her safe, and I'm thankful for that, but me being here right now is just too hard. It's hard to be in my own bed, alone, now that I've felt what it's like not to be anymore.

Gods, I'm being ridiculous. If I want to be there for the morning rush, I have to go to sleep. Easier said than done when they're sleeping, or doing other things, down the hall.

STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM, Johnson!! Go to sleep. Imagine you're in Binns class and George is snoring beside you.
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Current Location: Salvus domus - the safe house
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
 
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angelina_caliga
10 October 2008 @ 11:29 pm
October tenth, two thousand three  
10/10/2003

She's in her bed. It took some arguing, but she's there. It's one thing to be in the same room with her, smelling her, it'd be a whole other thing to be in the same bed with her. I'm not sure when I became such an idiot around someone I like. I was never like this in school. I wasn't like this with Alicia. Why can't I just act normally around her?

The worst part of this whole situation? Even though I'm loathe to admit it? I didn't want to share a bed with her tonight because I know that he wouldn't want me to. Pathetic. Can't I just, for one ruddy minute, worry about what I want? Forget my Gyffindor loyalty. I don't care if he asked this of me, that he needed my help. I don't owe Marcus fucking Flint anything. I don't. The bastard has what I want and it's right there in that bed not ten feet away from me and I won't do anything about it because he asked for my help.

I think she's waki

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Current Location: Astoria's flat
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
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angelina_caliga
26 October 2007 @ 12:53 am
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I GOT ANOTHER JOB!! At the Hogsmeade Halloween Festival! When it rains, it bloody well pours, yeah?

I know I said I wouldn’t be back but the hag (figuratively this time, she’s as Muggle as can be) below me started knocking the ceiling with her broom when I started yelling and my only other option is to write EXTRA LARGE in you. 

Hello, fame and fortune! Well, a few extra galleons and a bit more exposure than I’m getting at the Avalon but who knows what could happen? Maybe I’ll even drag out a few originals instead of just doing all my old stand-bys.

On a related note, I’d just like to say I’m going to knock Warbeck on her arse!

Sorry, just needed to get that out of my system.

And I’ll need a costume! What can I be? Something to go with my new pumps, for sure. I always just go as a witch to the Muggle parties. It’s unfortunate that the irony of that is a bit lost to my Muggle friends. I’ll have to owl Katie and Alicia.

 Did I mention I got a bloody job?! Angelina Johnson is going to be performing live at the First Annual Hogsmeade Halloween Festival! Look out Wizarding World! Change is in the air! Something big is going to happen, I’m sure of it.

 

 
 
Current Location: Angie's Flat
Current Mood: excitedexcited
 
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angelina_caliga
07 October 2007 @ 12:04 am
Cause and Effect  

Dear Journal,

I've never kept a a diary before. I think they're silly little books for silly little people that want others to snoop about reading their inner thoughts and marvel at what a deep thinker they are. Because who ever really hides their diary? I remember at Hogwarts that only gossipy, insipid girls kept diaries and then left them out for everyone to read. When they found out that someone had read it, it was just another excuse to create more ruckus.

I refuse to be an insipid girl, ignoring recent evidence to the contrary.

So, you are a journal. That I will never name. That after this night, I may never write in again because I do not need a journal for an emotional outlet. I have singing. And friends. That all seem to be ignoring their Floos at the moment.

But I just found you shoved under my bed with all the other horrible presents my mother has given me in the past five years and I'm feeling the need to be a 'deep thinker'.

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Current Location: Angie's Flat
Current Mood: confusedconfused
 
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