So sore. Can't move. Totally worth it.
And it's from Quidditch. Pervs.
And it's from Quidditch. Pervs.
June 30th, 2011
June 27th, 2011
I fucking hate bugs. I'm practically covered in bites and not at all in the good way. Ugh. And of course there's no salve in the cabinet because that would just be too easy. Fucking fuck.
That beach party was bloody brilliant though. Just what I needed before I sell my soul over to Professional Quidditch. Mum has been lecturing me non-stop about "calming down" with the parties and how I ought to be "focusing" and not "out til Merlin knows when with Helga knows who" and whatever other rot. Like I don't know how to fucking pull it together or something. I get that she has a point, but sodding hell.
That being said, I'll be on the pitch from now until after trials. Or until I die. Whichever comes first.
That beach party was bloody brilliant though. Just what I needed before I sell my soul over to Professional Quidditch. Mum has been lecturing me non-stop about "calming down" with the parties and how I ought to be "focusing" and not "out til Merlin knows when with Helga knows who" and whatever other rot. Like I don't know how to fucking pull it together or something. I get that she has a point, but sodding hell.
That being said, I'll be on the pitch from now until after trials. Or until I die. Whichever comes first.
June 22nd, 2011
GUESS WHO GOT A QUIDDITCH LETTER TODAY?!
I'll give you a hint.
It was me.
I was enjoying a celebratory run through the house. My mother thinks that just because she stole my beaters' bat that I'm going to stop. She really ought to know better.
Drinks tonight to celebrate? Yes. Spending the rest of my life on the pitch to prepare for said tryouts? Likely.
I'll give you a hint.
It was me.
I was enjoying a celebratory run through the house. My mother thinks that just because she stole my beaters' bat that I'm going to stop. She really ought to know better.
Drinks tonight to celebrate? Yes. Spending the rest of my life on the pitch to prepare for said tryouts? Likely.
June 16th, 2011
I am planning on going flying tomorrow if anyone wants to join me. We can play a rousing game of "Don't Get Hit By the Bludger" also known as "Ember Wins". If we get enough people we could have a pick-up game. I've got a few spare brooms here and equipment, so let me know if you need.
In related news, I found a box of Mum and Grandmum's old playbooks while hiding in the attic. It's like Quidditch porn. Only with less nudity and more sheer awesomeness. I am pleased.
In unrelated news, I am hungry.
In related news, I found a box of Mum and Grandmum's old playbooks while hiding in the attic. It's like Quidditch porn. Only with less nudity and more sheer awesomeness. I am pleased.
In unrelated news, I am hungry.
June 15th, 2011
OI JAMIE-CAKES! We're going to Chaz's for vodka-icecream floats cause otherwise I'm going to kill my mother.
MEET ME THERE OR FOREVER BE DEEMED A SQUARE!
By the way, Chaz, I'm inviting Jamie.
HOW IS FREEDOM TASTING TO EVERYONE ELSE? Because mine is about to taste like vodka-icecream float.
MEET ME THERE OR FOREVER BE DEEMED A SQUARE!
By the way, Chaz, I'm inviting Jamie.
HOW IS FREEDOM TASTING TO EVERYONE ELSE? Because mine is about to taste like vodka-icecream float.