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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Nov 4, 2009 6:50:07 GMT -5
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Nov 23, 2009 4:07:27 GMT -5
 you say it's your birthday, well it's my birthday too yeah
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4:15 PM
 DEARDIARY[/b][/size] So, I got this for my birthday two days ago from Florence and Mathias. I guess they want me to write in it. All right...I guess I can give it a shot. To be honest, I was never much into diaries. There's so much risk in them. I mean, people can pour out their hearts and souls into something that could wind up being read and spread by the wrong people. Florence says there's a charm on this so that I'm the only one who can actually open it. Yeah, no offense mummy dearest, I'm not quite sure I trust your word. If I can't do that, I don't see how I'm expected to trust a book.
Or maybe that's just me being crazy. Who knows, really.
I had a diary years ago. I didn't really know how to use it, though. Kinda gave up after a week. I dunno, my days weren't exciting enough to document. I was just a kid though, and what happens when you're a kid? I had an older brother and little sister. Nothing exciting, honestly.
I just realised I still don't know how to use a diary properly. Random musings with no meaning, I suppose. Uhm. Okay. I had my birthday two days ago and turned fifteen. I didn't mention it to anyone though. I dunno, I never liked big birthday bashes. I'm fine with other people making fusses about their own, I just never really saw the point to it. Anyway, yes. All I got pretty much was this diary, but I'm okay with that. I don't really like lots of presents. Again, it means big deal and just yeah it's not my thing.
Hey, exams! I should study for those. Oh but people are much more interesting. There's this little firstie that flinches every time the fireplace pops. It's fantastic. I'm going to assume there's a story behind that. The next five minutes of my life will be devoted to coming up with reasons.
...My mistake, he's just a nervous kid in general. I really should study actually.
And by "study", I do mean watch some other kid attempt to teach himself to juggle with ink bottles. Hilarity is guaranteed to ensue.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Nov 23, 2009 17:20:41 GMT -5
 kiss me with the breeze, you will be my lullaby
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11:00 PM
 DEARDIARY[/b] The hell am I doing awake?!
Also, I'm awesome at keeping diaries. As evidenced by the twenty-some days between my first entry and second. Maybe if / when life becomes more interesting I'll write more. For now it's kinda like "Hey so this morning I had breakfast and then class and then lunch and class and supper and not class and now I'm just procrastinating MORE on studying" augh. And I really should. Study, I mean. Exams are hellish. Seriously, they're taking over my life right now. This is the first night I've actually attempted to sleep before midnight in like...god, a month? Seems about right.
Something interesting? I found my butterfly charm in the lining of my trunk. I thought I lost it. Turns out there was just a hole in the fabric lining of my trunk and it slipped through. Yeah - yeah, I found it. I found it last week, like - god, just so close to when I first got it. I might have shed a tear but I'm not going to admit bawling my eyes out to a book. ...Oh wait. Whoops? Okay, I cried when I found it. It was just at night though and I'm quiet when I cry, evidently, so none of my dormmates asked any questions. Yeah, I actually haven't cried in a long, long time so it felt kinda good to let it out.
God, I sound like such a depressing person. I'm going to blame it on the fact that it's damn late and I should be sleeping. Goodnight, universe.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Nov 24, 2009 17:35:32 GMT -5
 but come ye back when summer's in the meadow
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9:00 AM
 DEARDIARY[/b] Hogsmeade tomorrow. Debating going. Might ask Ian if he wants to go if I can crawl out from this damn studying. Exams are literally right after Hogsmeade and as much as I'd like the break, I just don't know if I can afford it.
Oh, who'm I kidding. Of course I'm going.
Speaking of going and of Ian, I'm going to Ian's farm this summer. Oh man, I'm so awesome at segues, I just amaze myself to tears. Or not. But yes, he invited me. I'm pretty excited. He's got a bunch of horses and I haven't ridden in a few years. I know I'll be sore as hell but god it'll be worth it. I mean, I rode English and he rides Western like an American cowboy, the crazy kid, so it'll be an adjustment and all that but yeah, so much fun.
You know, I've always wondered how a person knows when they've run out of invisible ink. Just something to ponder.
That's it, I'm going to Hogsmeade with Ian. No, I haven't asked him yet. I'm not giving him a choice. Neener.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Nov 27, 2009 10:12:06 GMT -5
 ninety-nine red balloons floating in the summer sky
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9:15 AM
 DEARDIARY[/b] I'm wondering what I would call myself, segue-wise. Saying that I'm merely amazing at segues doesn't seem to do it justice. Master of Segues? No, that implies that I'm of the male species gender, which I'm most-certainly not.
Mistress of Segues? Erlack-a-pongoes, no. That just makes me sound like the personal whore to some bloke named Segue. I wonder if he's wealthy. (Joke.) Yeah, let's eliminate Mistress of Segues.
Since I've established that I'm neither male nor a call-girl, what the hell can I call myself? Segue-wise. I'm also avoiding the whole English Monarchy thing. We have enough of a queen already. Then there's his wife, Elizabeth II.
Ohh, Tsarina? Tsarina of Segues. Hm, or is it Csarina? Czarina? Tzarina? Scotch on the rocks with a twist? Oh, delicious. Eh besides, can I technically call myself that given that I don't know if I'm the best segue-er around? Oh god, who wastes time thinking about their talent at segues? Because that's something that says "I'm a keeper!" "Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet Imogen. I knew I loved her when she managed to realistically segue between coffee and balloons. I knew right then that I was destined to marry her." (Thought: coffee rhymes with toffee, which reminds me of caramel, and then I think of caramel apples, which are served at carnivals, which...are brimming with balloons? See, why can't I apply this logic to History of Magic? Studying would be much less stressful.)
Hey! Can I waste anymore time? I think not! I'll give it an honest shot, though.
RIGHT, self. Hogsmeade. I should get on that.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Nov 27, 2009 10:12:59 GMT -5
 and it seemed to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind
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LATE
 DEARDIARY[/b] There was an attack.
Lots of students died.
Kids.
We got out. Ian and I, and Benjamin, he ended up coming with us and he's okay too and oh god. We got out. Some people didn't and I feel awful.
Fuck. Oh god.
They were kids.
KIDS.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Dec 12, 2009 13:27:04 GMT -5
 God can be so hilarious haha haha
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9:43 PM
 DEARDIARY[/b] It's amazing how quickly things can go back to semi-normal after a tragedy. Such was the case today. Okay, seriously? I know that my friends are like... all guys. Older guys. But it's never clicked before, in a way. Except with Benjamin oh hahaha shut up self. Okay. I gotta recount this.
So we're outside. By "we", I'm referring to me, Ian, Aidan, and haha Benjamin was hanging around too haha. Anyway, we were just kinda chatting, and I kinda got all stupidly quiet and kinda stuttery around Benjamin and Ian, of course, raised his fuckin' eyebrows at me and was all ~*le amused*~. And he was kinda tease-y, and I wasn't in the mood, so I "playfully" smacked him in the stomach with the back of my hand.
I have never in my life heard anything make a "THUNK"-ing noise the way my hand did when it hit his stomach.
Like. THUNK. No other way to describe it. Not like a SMACK or a WHACK.
THUNK.
Okay. Haha. I was shocked. I mean, I'm aware that the guys are guys, but they were never GUYS. And I guess it showed because Aidan just started to laugh and then I started to laugh because the SOUND WAS SO RIDICULOUS, I MEAN WHAT THE HELL MAKES A "THUNK" NOISE?! NOT BODILY PARTS SMACKING EACH OTHER, THAT'S FOR SURE. OR SO I FUCKING THOUGHT. And then I was like "I gotta make sure I didn't imagine that and that he's just not wearing some sort of, I don't know, armour of some sort.
Haha I'm such a dork. But I had no idea he had an actual abdomen. HAHA. I dunno, it was weird. Really weird. I actually said to Ian, "HAHA WHERE'VE YOU BEEN HIDING THESE?" and he was like "Hiding them?" all bewildered and stuff and saying that they didn't just appear overnight and I was like "Haha whaaat." And I mean, hey, I had to be SURE they were REAL and I wasn't just CRAZY, so I poked them and HAHA I actually said "OH MY GOD THEY'RE TOTALLY REAL YOU GUYS." And then Aidan was like "HAHA CHECK OUT THIS WASHBOARD" and lifted his shirt and made his own semi-thunking noise when he patted himself and I kinda looked down for a second and was like "Haha I have a considerably different view when I look down" and I don't know if anyone heard me BUT I KNEW WHAT I SAID and I became very aware that I'm uh, QUITE different from my friends, and combined with the thunk, I just started to laugh. And I haven't laughed since before Hogsmeade and I guess I needed to because I couldn't stop. Like, seriously. Their faces were so priceless, which just got me laughing harder, and before I knew it I was clutching my stomach and crying because I was laughing so hard.
I called Ian a "teddy bear with a six-pack." It was so awkwardly amazing.
I needed that.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Dec 12, 2009 13:30:52 GMT -5
 Oh what a birthday surprise
[/font][/i][/center] DEARDIARY[/b] Whoa! I got invited to a party. Bitchin'. Think I'll accept. It's Alessa. Aidan'll be there for sure. Same with Ian. And Benjamin. Haha, oh gosh. Hope I don't get too drunk in front of Benjamin. I think Aidan would think me drunk would be hilarious. Ian would just take care of me, if he wasn't wasted himself. I haven't seen him drunk off his arse but I'm gonna say he's gonna be one extreme of really flirty or just pass-out sleepy. Except I really can't see him as exceptionally flirty. If he falls asleep first, I don't know whether I should help Aidan in his quest to cover his face with whipped cream or try to convince him not to do it. Whipped cream is delicious. Ian would be damn amused but if I helped, I just see him looking at me and going:
"Imogen."
"Just giving you a leg up on the shaving." But since it's whipped cream, I would totally take a swipe with my finger across the top and have a lick. Might freak him out.
HAH and then he'd put his hand on my head and it would take me a moment to realise that it's the one that Aidan put the whipped cream in. And I would have to acknowledge Ian's secret genius.
All right, I'll go. Alessa's nice enough and it won't be too bad. If things get bad I know Ian's there, not that I wanna be clingy, but...he's Ian. So. Yay. Watch out Alessa. Wallflowers gonna crash your birthday.
...But not really crash.
I think it'll be fun, actually. I'm comfortable enough around them to not make a complete arse of myself.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Jan 14, 2010 11:59:13 GMT -5
 love and marriage, it's an institute you can't disparage
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11:45 AM
 DEARDIARY[/b] Here comes the fucking bride.
That fucking son of a bitch.
My brother is getting married. Yay and all that. Sure, I could be happy for him. I would be. Hell, I would have a smashing good time at the wedding.
But the bride is a fucking Macmillan. Yeah. Guess who's gonna be at my brother's wedding this summer. I'm not happy about this.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Jan 21, 2010 18:44:56 GMT -5
 being drunk's a lot like loving you
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11:54 PM
 DEARDIARY[/b] Mathias is fishing and Florence is absent this eev tonight. Simon has Firewhiskey. Have I mentioned I love the stuff? Sweet Merlin, I do. It's deliciouser than chocolate cake. I might have had a lot. HAAAAAAAAAAAAHA I yeah. There's a picture of the guys and me on my dresser. Is that sad? That's a little sad. You know people think I'm like a little whore of the group. That's hilarious, no really. I mean they're like... okay I can't say any of them are like brothers, since I have a brother and none of them are like him. But okay they're like more than friends - okay well the only way Benjamin is more than a friend is the whole I have a crush on him thing. Yeah I like him. He intrigues me, and and and I get this like, well, this tiny little smile, it's so stupid. Like the kind of smile that no one else is supposed to see, good lord I'm such a girl.
Aidan Donnelly is damn attractive. WHOA HAHA WHERE'D THAT COME FROM but seriously he is. I'm not attractED to him god no but I mean he's damn good looking. And so is Alessandra De Luca and when they pull their heads outta their arses and grow up and get married and make babies those'll be damn pretty babies and good lord I'm tipsy, I'm talking about babies for Merlin's sake, and I don't even like children. And Benjamin is handsome. I think he is. Mhm. He's quite handsome, he's such a man. I like him. Haha. Lots of girls say Ian's attractive. It's weird, I mean, he's not ugly, haha, I don't think so many girls would have superficial physical crushes on him if he wasn't attractive in the least. But I don't really think about his appearance often. Someone in my house called him "pretty" once. I laugh. Ian, pretty? Let's see. I think if I squint my eyes and tilt my head to the left - right, it's to the right, my head is tilted to the right because right now tilting to the left makes me dizzy - he looks... blurry. Aw. I love Ian. Lots and lots.
Haha I never - oh tilting my head to the right makes me dizzy too. I should sleep this off. Nigh' night universe, I'll barf on your face tomorrow.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Feb 13, 2010 11:34:12 GMT -5
 last night I got served a little bit too much of that poison baby
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7:53 AM
HUNGOVER [/color] DEARDIARY[/b] Waking up to projectile vomiting and head-splitting skull cramps is never fun. Remind me to throttle Simon. Also, interesting to note, Mathias and Florence are disappearing for a week. Mathias is on a week-long fishing trip with some buddies, one of them female, and Florence, the ever-trusting wife that she is, decided to go with him. I guess I don't blame her for thinking he could cheat, given that that's how they started. Wow, Mathias is a bit of a bastard, actually. Ugh, that means I'm stuck with Simon and Genevieve. Horrendous. I hope he doesn't make us - oh, fuck, there's a Quidditch match tomorrow. Well, I know what I'm doing, then. Guh fuck my existence.
Also. I need my own owl. Simon keeps bitching at me for using Mr. Owl to send letters to Aidan. Simon can shove it up his ass for all I care. Meh. Violet wants an owl. I'll see if she has time to stop in Diagon sometime and we can go to Eyelops or something. Ugh but she's off touring with that boyfriend of hers. And family. Hm. Hm hm. Meh fuck it, I'll wait and see. I don't need an owl too badly yet. Whatever.
Beautiful fucking day.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Apr 17, 2010 6:05:47 GMT -5
 we're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs
[/font][/i][/center] DEARDIARY[/b] Eurgh. Haha. Remind me to never get drunk on the beach again. I ended up snogging Isaac Nichols.
Let me explain.
I ran into Isaac at the Quidditch match the other day. Turns out he was supposed to be in Falmouth for some sailing thing, and we ended up hanging out at the game. It was... it was actually fun. Yeah. Right? I know. But it was fun and... he invited me to some sorta cove. And we stole some rum and ended up getting really damn drunk, and uh... I think we sang the pirate song, and then at some point he leaned over and kissed me. But wait! There's more! I kissed back. A lot. I mean, it wasn't the longest snog in the world, but it was definitely a snog, if you know what I mean, and I told him to stop just before he started feeling me up, augh, but uh. Yeah. I snogged Isaac Nichols.
What. The. Fuck.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Apr 17, 2010 6:07:53 GMT -5
 and she's, she's so confused
[/font][/i][/center] DEARDIARY[/b] I think I just got snogged.
So there was this guy, Cameron Troy, who found the book I lost. And instead of just owling it to me, he asked me to come visit him in Ireland at his like... Marine Biology Centre thing to get it. So I did. I Flooed up to Lisburn, went to the MBC, and he gave me my book. And started walking away. I know, right? Jackass. So I called him on it, and then his brothers like... augh they pushed me into a tank. Seriously. And so this Cameron kid flies to the rescue and helps me out and MY BOOK IS RUINED so it's a pointless trip and yeah. So he kinda... had some sort of... I don't know. It definitely wasn't the first time someone was pushed into a tank I guess. He gave me a towel and later we went for lunch and then he had another little emotional blurt and then he up and kissed me.
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat do I do with this.
Hahaha oh god can boys stop kissing me when I don't expect them to? I'm not even like... his type. I don't think. He hangs around with that Maier bloke a lot, the one who's friends with Persephone.
I really never know what to do when someone kisses me, except kiss back I guess. I should work on that.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Apr 17, 2010 6:08:54 GMT -5
 i'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when i'll be back again
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8:50 PM
EXCITED [/color] DEARDIARY[/b] Leaving for Ian's now. Hoo boy, I'm excited. Florence is pissed off. I might have mentioned something about giving Ian a great big hug when I see him, which miiiiight have triggered a bit of worry about the whole he's-a-boy thing. I don't get her problem. So what if he's a guy? We're not gonna do anything. A) He's Ian, it'd just be wrong weird, and B) we're not... the type of people to do that shit.
Kinda sucks. Wish she'd trust me. I haven't done anything wrong. Except Leo, but that's different.
Oh god that's aweek away.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Apr 17, 2010 6:10:04 GMT -5
 summer days driftin' away, ooh-ah, oh those summer nights
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10:20 PM
 [/color] DEARDIARY[/b] I'm having a lot of fun here. Ian's uncle, Aaron, is absolutely fantastic. He's just like Ian, it's hilarious. I'm surrounded by "Hmm"s. ... Haha okay maybe not. But still, it's a blast. There's some sort of Darwin family reunion going on, so I've met a lot more of his family than I thought I would. Rose Darwin and her family are all here. And she brought Benjamin. Yeah. Benjamin Burke. I... haha. Yeah. Dammit! I'm not supposed to like him. He's a friend. Hell, he's Ian's best friend. Besides, bad things happen to people I get a crush on, so let's pretend I don't like him. To... protect him? Sure.
STILL. It's fun!
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