Post by Devyn Oberlin on Mar 31, 2011 16:11:01 GMT -5
Dear Fate,
[Because addressing this journal as “fate” is one of the only things that keeps me amused these days.]
You are one motherfucking bitch.
I’ve realized that my life is an irreversible mess.
And it’s not funny.
Scorpius Malfoy was being a bastard a few weeks ago and telling me that no guy would ever have the nerve or stupidity to shag me, so of course I go and mention his fucking cousin, whose name I don’t even want to say at this point, because I hate him with a fiery burning passion that I hope consumes my soul sometime relatively soon so I can just go and die and all these dilemmas will sort out themselves.
But anyways - the thing is, as he was insulting my ability to pick up or whatever the shit it was he was trying to imply, this list popped into my mind, called "People I Would Sleep With If Given the Chance and Could Remain Anonymous Afterwards."
It looked a little bit like this:
1.) Sebastian Nott
2.) Sebastian Nott
3.) Sebastian Nott
4.) Sebastian Nott
5.) Sebastian Nott
However, if anyone finds out about that, especially Scorpius or Damien, I’m royally screwed. For one, Scorpius thinks [knows that we’re not] already shagging, and I told Damien that I would never kiss him sober.
... Yes, I kissed him drunk. But that’s not even significant.
Then I had a nice little chat [my nice little chats with people never end up being that nice, to be honest] with Lorcan Scamander, my sister’s boyfriend, and somehow we managed to start talking about Nott, who happens to be one of Scamander’s good friends.
He’s everywhere - he ends up in every single one of my conversations. Everyone thinks we’re together, when we’re fucking not. He just wants in my pants, and I reject him every time. It’s quite a simple concept to grasp, but I guess some people just don’t have the mental capacity to be able to differentiate between the two things.
In short, I wish he would go die in a hole somewhere, and I’d happily attend his funeral, just for the laughs.
My next deal is that I want to kill Emily Gilbert, Madilyn Wilson, and Ella Creevey [Ella for various unnamed reasons, but that’s irrelevant] with my bare hands. They drugged Louis, and he was under this love potion for a couple weeks, thinking he was in love with Aria Matthews.
So I happened to be avoiding people a bit more so than usual one morning, and it ended up that Louis was in the Great Hall early, just like me, and finally off the potion. It turns out that he’s really insecure about things, and I tried my best to comfort him, but Merlin, I wanted to kill those girls for doing this and making him feel like he’ll never be seriously wanted by someone.
Andthenwekindofsortofkissedandmaaaanitwasabsolutelybrilliant
butnowIfeellikeshitbecauseIthinkwemighthaveruinedourfriendship.
You see, a lot of my problems would be solved if I was asexual, really.
Why can’t you grace me with having no sexual desire for anyone, fate? I might actually believe in you and the “everything happens for a reason” business if you did something of the sort.
In other more cheerful news, I talked to Dao for the first time in ages the other day right after Lou and I sort of kissed.
Of course, he’d witnessed the entire thing, because you hate me, don’t you, fate?
But we ended up having a somewhat normal conversation about it, and all I can say is that we’re going to get Louis Weasley completely drunk one day so he'll loosen up [he even agreed to it, I still can't believe it!], and we also might be planning the downfall of said three girls who ruined his life for those few weeks.
No big deal or anything.
[Because addressing this journal as “fate” is one of the only things that keeps me amused these days.]
You are one motherfucking bitch.
I’ve realized that my life is an irreversible mess.
And it’s not funny.
Scorpius Malfoy was being a bastard a few weeks ago and telling me that no guy would ever have the nerve or stupidity to shag me, so of course I go and mention his fucking cousin, whose name I don’t even want to say at this point, because I hate him with a fiery burning passion that I hope consumes my soul sometime relatively soon so I can just go and die and all these dilemmas will sort out themselves.
But anyways - the thing is, as he was insulting my ability to pick up or whatever the shit it was he was trying to imply, this list popped into my mind, called "People I Would Sleep With If Given the Chance and Could Remain Anonymous Afterwards."
It looked a little bit like this:
1.) Sebastian Nott
2.) Sebastian Nott
3.) Sebastian Nott
4.) Sebastian Nott
5.) Sebastian Nott
However, if anyone finds out about that, especially Scorpius or Damien, I’m royally screwed. For one, Scorpius thinks [knows that we’re not] already shagging, and I told Damien that I would never kiss him sober.
... Yes, I kissed him drunk. But that’s not even significant.
Then I had a nice little chat [my nice little chats with people never end up being that nice, to be honest] with Lorcan Scamander, my sister’s boyfriend, and somehow we managed to start talking about Nott, who happens to be one of Scamander’s good friends.
He’s everywhere - he ends up in every single one of my conversations. Everyone thinks we’re together, when we’re fucking not. He just wants in my pants, and I reject him every time. It’s quite a simple concept to grasp, but I guess some people just don’t have the mental capacity to be able to differentiate between the two things.
In short, I wish he would go die in a hole somewhere, and I’d happily attend his funeral, just for the laughs.
My next deal is that I want to kill Emily Gilbert, Madilyn Wilson, and Ella Creevey [Ella for various unnamed reasons, but that’s irrelevant] with my bare hands. They drugged Louis, and he was under this love potion for a couple weeks, thinking he was in love with Aria Matthews.
So I happened to be avoiding people a bit more so than usual one morning, and it ended up that Louis was in the Great Hall early, just like me, and finally off the potion. It turns out that he’s really insecure about things, and I tried my best to comfort him, but Merlin, I wanted to kill those girls for doing this and making him feel like he’ll never be seriously wanted by someone.
Andthenwekindofsortofkissedandmaaaanitwasabsolutelybrilliant
butnowIfeellikeshitbecauseIthinkwemighthaveruinedourfriendship.
You see, a lot of my problems would be solved if I was asexual, really.
Why can’t you grace me with having no sexual desire for anyone, fate? I might actually believe in you and the “everything happens for a reason” business if you did something of the sort.
In other more cheerful news, I talked to Dao for the first time in ages the other day right after Lou and I sort of kissed.
Of course, he’d witnessed the entire thing, because you hate me, don’t you, fate?
But we ended up having a somewhat normal conversation about it, and all I can say is that we’re going to get Louis Weasley completely drunk one day so he'll loosen up [he even agreed to it, I still can't believe it!], and we also might be planning the downfall of said three girls who ruined his life for those few weeks.
No big deal or anything.
