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Post by pierrescham on Feb 13, 2009 19:03:10 GMT -5
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Post by pierrescham on Feb 13, 2009 22:22:20 GMT -5
  ________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:... m o o d: restless Peanut butter.
She's in the Hospital Wing because of peanut butter. Honestly, what the hell? Who ends up in the Hospital Wing over peanut butter?!
Livy, of course.
Anyway, want to know how I got this very private information? Oh no, it wasn't through my most obvious source--which would be Dom, you slow idiots--but through the most unexpected one: Danielle.
That's right, you read correctly.
My bitch of an ex-girlfriend actually acknowledged my presence. Kinda hard to ignore me when I went and tapped her on the shoulder when she was sucking face (huge news, huh?) with her current boyfriend. But hey, I was desperate, ok? I wouldn't have gone to her otherwise. Dom had been MIA all day, and I was on the brink of going mental. I just needed to know if Livy was ok, 'cause I worry about stupid stuff like that. And guess what? She's fine. Complaining about being kept there, but still fine.
Oh, you wanna know about my encounter with Danielle?
Rather anti-climatic, really. I was expecting for things to be thrown (me), insults to be flung (still me) and harsh barbs to be exchanged (yep, definitely me)...but what do I get? A bewildered look and a small "Oh" before pulling away from the leech and fiddling with the ends of her hair. Then, she tells me in very short terms what happened, and that Livy is "just perfect".
OF COURSE SHE'S NOT JUST PERFECT IF SHE WOUND UP IN THE HOSPITAL WING, YOU DAFT COW!
...but that's just me and my jealousy speaking, of course.
At least now I can breathe again. I know my Olive's fine. Yes. Everything is right in the world.
I just really fucking hate Danielle's guts right now.
Oh?
Peace out.
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Post by pierrescham on Feb 14, 2009 18:03:11 GMT -5
  ________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:He likes to procrastinate  m o o d: okay Last day I get to be an insufferable git. Last day of avoidance, people.
Tomorrow? V-Day.
Everyone say it with me:
Oh, fuck.
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Post by pierrescham on Feb 18, 2009 15:26:18 GMT -5
   ______________________________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:He's really, really tired. And he hates hot pink. And he's relieved he's made up with Olive. And he still likes blue eyes. m o o d: nervous So.
It's tradition for me to hate Valentine's. Really. It is. It's not that I'm bitter about it...it's just that I think it's overrated. You can love your friends any day, every day of every week, of every month of every year. Why wait for one specific day to do it? Friends are worth so much more than one single day of a lousy year. And don't even get me started on girlfriends. Please.
So, we've established that I believe the whole concept of Valentine's is highly irrelevant and...well, stupid? That doesn't mean it will stop having this kind of...magical effect on people. Ironically enough, it's worse here at Hogwarts. So many pent up hormones, and way too many teenagers. Not a good combination. So it will suffice to say I saw my fair shair of snogging teens (like 4 couples, I'd daresay) on my way to Great Hall alone. Don't even get me started how many I saw on the Great Hall itself, because I'm pretty sure I lost count past ten. Then again, many of them weren't full-blown snogging. Some where sharing chaste kisses, others...not so chaste. But whatever, that's not my point. I'm not even sure if I have a point by now...what was I talking about?
Oh right.
Valentine's does set up a kind of mood, I guess. Where you just can't help it if you're a bit...forward with people you hardly know. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I guess I should start from the very beginning. Of how fucking nervous I was, and how I almost took the coward's way out and ditched Livy. But of course, my stupid and reckless, and completely useful Gryffindor side kicked in, and I did end up going. I'd been an absolute idiot (typical in me, now) and changed our meeting to the Great Hall, so I would have to spend less time with her--and I know that sounds horrible, thanks, no need to remind me--and so...I sucked it up and entered the pink infested place. I swear it's a disease. Though if we're being objective, I guess it was nice. But I'm anything but objective at the moment. I'm biased, and prejudiced...and yeah. Anyway, the point is that she looked absolutely amazing. And she thought I was referring to Danielle! Please. I hadn't even noticed the bwitch at the beginning. But of course, leave it to Livy to misinterpret everything I do. So, I ditched her for a little while.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I knew there was some apologizing that had to be done, I just wasn't...ready for it. At least not yet. So I went to the refreshments table...and then Jenna Edwards appeared. And you know, I could probably come out with a dozen million excuses as to why I did what I did, but the truth of the matter is that I ate straight out of her hand. A cupid cookie. Ironic, isn't it? The thing is, she didn't slap me, or push me away. We may be on to something here, Houston. She's...cute. And I know I'm starting to sound repetitive, but that's the adjective that fits her best, I swear. She's...so, so cute. Anyway, everything was going fine, until something happened, and she was suddenly stumbling, and her head...and I don't know. She had me so worried. I still am, even if she brushed it away as nothing, something's up. She said it happens from time to time, but what the hell? I'll just have to talk to her later on, I guess. Hah.
After that...I returned to Livy...and of course, my apology did happen after all. See? I'm not completely useless. I think, anyway. I blame Jenna. I felt ridiculously silly and happy after meeting her. So of course I had to apologize to Livy. And it felt so great, being able to talk to her like we used to. It felt so great being able to hug her. It was...I don't know, I'd missed her a lot. That girl's stealing a part of my heart, and I'm not sure I want to put up some resistance. She deserves a place there. She's...so much more than Dom's family now. Yes.
But of course, good things never last.
Wynter pulled an appearance right out of nowhere, claiming her so-called date had ditched her, or something along those random lines. And she thought that gave her a right to press up against me, and be an undercover bitch to Livy. Who really, didn't deserve her presence there. She kinda ruined the moment we were having. But of course, trust Wynter to pull off something like that. She didn't stick around for long, thank God, but after that, things kinda went a little downhill for me. Livy was set on making me dance, Merlin knows why, and she pulled all of her tricks out of her sleeve. Advantage to that, I now know everything she can do to convince someone, and therefore counteract them. Disadvantage: I didn't know them before, and therefore turned into absolute putty. We danced. Well, maybe calling it dancing is way too overvalued, but we definitely walekd into the dancefloor and swayed a little before I completely stopped and just hugged her.
I'd just missed her that much.
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 7, 2009 19:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 7, 2009 20:13:43 GMT -5
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 7, 2009 20:59:48 GMT -5
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 7, 2009 22:11:29 GMT -5
  ________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:Absolutely LOVES making other people happy. m o o d: ecstatic Alright, so. I don't know what this girl's got, but she's amazing. Honestly. And well, I'm just so relieved she liked the gift. Well, more like ecstatic that she liked it. It was a hell lot of work, but it was worth it. Just seeing her reaction, seeing how her face lit up...totally worth all those freaking charms backfiring on me time and time again. Of course, she doesn't have to know that. I don't even know what hit me to decide to make her a tree house, except that I know she's worth it. I'd say she 'deserves it', but I've come to the conclusion that nobody deserves anything in this life. But we are worth it. There is a difference, believe me (;
Anyway.
Ah, man, it was a great day.
I just wish I could feel like this every day.
You make the world go 'round, Little Olive.
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 7, 2009 22:26:02 GMT -5
  ________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:He's sleepy. He gets grouchy when sleepy. Feb. 18 m o o d: sleepy Happy birthday Livy, indeed.
Dom's a dick, but what else is new under the sun? That dude's my friend, is to be expected. Except that this time I think he took a bit too far. It's his sister's birthday. He's supposed to be making her happy, not miserable because she received a letter from her dick of a father. I guess where Dom gets it from now. Makes sense. Like father, like son. But it's still no excuse! That girl crawled into my bed, for Chrissakes! Of course, she thought it was Dom's bed, but still! Anyway, it's his fault she was so upset she felt the need to go and apologize to him in the wee hours of the morning, and then he gets pissy when he finds us both asleep next morning!
As if something would happen.
Please.
Sneaky witch left me to deal with him, and since it's not her birthday anymore, she's so paying for that.
Later.
I'm too sleepy right now.
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 10, 2009 22:46:23 GMT -5
  ________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:Could easily hate Wynter LaCroix if he wanted to. m o o d: pissed off Seriously?!
I mean...SERIOUSLY? What the f*ck?
What's this? "Let's Drive Pierre Scham Insane" month? Lemme make one thing clear: I have never understood Wynter LaCroix, and I have never pretended to. That girl confuses the shiz out of me, and the bint knows it too. Thing is, I'd never really let that affect me much, you know? I thought that aside from that small little detail, we were okay. A tad dysfunctional with the friendship aspect, but we worked in a weird way. So yeah, I didn't question it much. Until it started to affect me. See, having dreams about people I know is weird enough. Having sexual dreams about Wynter LaCroix was enough to freak me out for weeks. And then? Then what does she do? Pull up at the Ball, send me notes in class, declaring her undying love and kissing me!
That's right.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G-M-E.
WHAT THE F*CK?!
YES, I have a right to rant. Why? Because Wynter Frigging LaCroix stole my first proper kiss in front of a classroom full of people. AND I DIDN'T WANT TO KISS HER ON THE FIRST PLACE! I don't know how, but her warped mind just thought that would be a fun way to torture me, or get me out of the class, I don't know. Thing is, as if kissing me weren't enough, she then walks away from me, claiming that I was a douche of some class, or whatever. Seriously, that girl should be carted off to Mungo's pronto.
Either that, or I quit school.
You know, whichever.
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 10, 2009 22:46:56 GMT -5
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 10, 2009 22:48:03 GMT -5
   ______________________________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:He's tired of fights. m o o d: frustrated You know, it seems that getting close to Olivia indicates more fights in the future. I think we were better off as 'my best friend's little sister' relationship. It's not that I don't like being friends with her, it's just that I'm not sure I can handle being on so many constant fights with a person I hold dear. Yeah, it's kinda difficult to explain, and really, you're just a frigging diary, so why do I even try?
She's dating Evan Rosier.
She's dating Evan Rosier.
It's not the verb that bothers me as much, but the actual second noun. Evan Rosier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't care if I'm overreacting. You just don't date a Slytherin and expect me to be ok with it. I mean, not when said Slytherin's Evan Rosier. Alright? How hard is that to understand? The kid's just like every other one of the wizards and witches who thinks he's so much better just because of where he is, and who he is with. He's an ass, and I have no problem admitting that. Except she doesn't see it and suddenly starts dating the guy. And she expects me to help her by keeping Dom off her back?! Well, she's got another thing coming.
Ugh. I just wish I didn't worry about her so much. That's Dom's job.
And apparently, now mine too.
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 10, 2009 22:50:10 GMT -5
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 10, 2009 23:10:06 GMT -5
  _________________________________________ Random Pierre Fact of the Day:He's hungry. m o o d: anxious I am hungry.
the end.
oh wait, not yet.
I have a weird craving for pasta.
Hmm.
House elves, here I come.
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Post by pierrescham on Apr 22, 2009 22:27:47 GMT -5
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