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[Dec. 3rd, 2004|06:04 pm] |
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Christmas is coming, oozing tinsel, raw comercial magic, goodwill, spiked eggnog, and all sorts of nasty cold sores. Rejoice. Yay.
Private to Slytherins Is muggle hunting technically illegal? Shall we revive it? Christmas cheer and all that rot you know. Need excercise in the snow and whatnot. Too many damn muggles anyway. Might be a fun way to celebrate yule, we could burn the muggle instead of a piece of wood. It's right payback. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2004|06:18 pm] |
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Why is everyone in such a good mood? It's driving me MAD for Lugh's sake. Oh for a place to be amongst my own kind and not these ceaselessly smiling idiots. There isn't anything to smile about. The world is going to hell and only one Hogwarts house seems to be doing anything about it while the three others congratulate themselves on how bloody humane they are. That is NOT particularly AMUSING, now is it. |
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| Backstabbing is such good fun. |
[Nov. 10th, 2004|05:11 pm] |
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Hello Slytherins, and how are you lot on this fine day?
I was watching the Gryffindors, deciding whether or not they deserved to be set on fire, and realized that...they seem so...well, intimate with each other. And, as you all know, I'm very self-centered so my automatic response was to question why I- supreme social being that I am- isn't intimately friendly with anyone. Why indeed? I'm a personable chap. But then it hit me-
None of us are. Do we have friends? no, we have alliances. And that might just be our strength. None of this emotional tango business that the other houses have going on. So up Slytherin and have a nice day.
How are you Rita? Severus? Barty? Reggie? Narcissa? Anyone? |
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| Raah. La vie. |
[Nov. 1st, 2004|10:12 pm] |
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Je ne sais plus du tout ou j'en suis, ce qui ne me rassure pas du tout...La seule chose qui vaille toujours est mon dédain des autres, mais puis-je réelment baser mon existence là-dessu? Merde alors.
If I could be six again I would. I'd go and hold on to my mother's leg and she'd try to swat me away, which would invariably lead to everyone falling in a heap. It was much simpler back then. I liked being six. |
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| Oh what a rogue and peasant slave am I! |
[Oct. 28th, 2004|05:56 pm] |
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Balls are faintly distressing. Ah, I'm run down with work and I tend to agree with Vance on that it is useless and makes me most unhappy, but such is life. I'm not going to attempt to intellectualize anything today, because it really defeats the purpose of trying to coexist with a jillion adolescents all combating their own peculiar form of emotional woe. Sir Black of the over-blown ego, remember that you are supposed to ASK one of the female denizens of your tower and not simply wait for the fair population of Hogwarts to launch itself at you. Though I do admit you might be rather good looking, provided one squints well enough...and you're in the dark...
Antonin, how goes it my friend? Have you taken a vow of silence? Come, talk to me. |
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| tic toc tic toc... |
[Oct. 26th, 2004|01:02 pm] |
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I keep losing my blasted journal.
Next thing I'll lose my head- in these times it would not be unlikely.
Birthdays are useless my friends, they simply bring you a little closer to death you know. Social niceties cannot be overlooked though, yes? So happy birthday to anyone who wishes one.
Severus- You are right, we are speaking. We are making noise. Bloody soon enough, I think. I think that was expected, I don't think it's enough, and really...I might just take up your habit of putting elipses everywhere...because they seem particularly suited to my interior discourses.
Miss Vance- Well, transfiguration might seem useless to you and, well, it is to a certain degree, but it's all about perception, right? I'm not going to start harping the old relativism again, but I'm sure you understand that many people (including my dear deluded self) find the subject quite useful.
As for your comment on my state of mind, I'm exhausted and a little sick so that might account for it. |
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| Huh. Well, I really hadn't thought of it that way... |
[Oct. 15th, 2004|06:50 pm] |
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I've been reading the comments of some of my fellow Slytherins, and it all boils down to this: School is bloody useless. I mean bloody useless. It's not as if learning to transfigure a teacup into a tonsillectomy pincers (though tonsillectomies are cheering, nevertheless) is going to serve us in any way, right? Wrong.
It's about theory my friends. THEORY. Say it with me now. If you can understand why and what makes that teacup decide to change form, if you can grasp that power, then there will be nothing to stop you from letting it grow. Our society is based on power. Use it.
( Slytherins, take heed... )
Now pardon me while I practice my manic laugh. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2004|07:06 pm] |
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Gryffindor should stop whinning.
Now, within society there is a mass of people, like sheep.Then there is the intelligentsia, a word which here means "snotty people who boss them around because they are intellectually superior and capable of furthering the illusion of individuality". One group leads the other, in a blind-leading-theblindandstupid fashion. The mass is perpetually swayed and no one in it exists as an entity unto themselves. Therefore the mass is incapable of making moral choices. there is no "objective morality", it is defined by the intelligentsia to suit their agenda. Which means that you right and your wrong were given to you by a sort of moral vangard who push a distinct ideology. Which means that any emerging vangard is just as "good" as any other. Hah. Therefore how can things be evil? Because the leadership defines them as so? Flip the leadership and evil becomes good, likewise good becomes evil. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2004|08:30 pm] |
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I don't think we ever start a battle intending to hurt anyone in the concrete. We kill in the abstract, by desensitizing ourselves and not assigning human characteristics to the other side. It's not very hard to make people into objects- we do it every single day, if we didn't we'd have to stop look at people too closely, and nothing would ever get done.
But sometimes, rarely, the ends justify the means and we go forth and knock people down, without thinking of the fact that they are people like you and me, and that chap down the hallway picking his nose. And while I don't expect anyone to buy into my divagations on the topic, who here has ever looked at someone and reeled from the sheer humanity of them? Can we end that? Do we have a right to? I believe so. But please define the parameters, and that's were the mess ends up being sticky. |
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| Once upon a time, far far away...Well, in short, it was still better than being crushed to death. |
[Sep. 29th, 2004|07:27 pm] |
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Not much to say about today...Except that the inactivity drives me barmy, and makes me rhyme how divine. Alright, just don't even comment on that it was embarrassing but now it's over. Rita, I've been practicing my jolly twinkle. Would you like to see a jolly twinkle? I'm quite good at it I'm afraid. How distressing.
Black- I was of course referring to a monkey and not, in fact, a dog- but if you'd rather be the less intelligent animal do suit yourself. It is much more fitting at any rate, thank you. And refrain from casting aspersions on my sexual inclinations right left and center as it is puerile, not to mention cretinous. |
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| God is dead, once said a muggle. |
[Sep. 27th, 2004|11:39 pm] |
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There is beauty in most things. Harsh, unhappy beauty- cryptic or ridiculously simple, depending on the being it chooses as its host. There is even a perverse beauty in the things we deem ugly...A ridiculous play of light and dark that implies nature laughing at us, feeble representations of what we could- should- be. A sad, melancholy beauty of forms imperfect and yet perfect but never taken seriously enough to reveal themselves.
Human beauty too- asymmetric, blind, and worried. Rushed and battered but still there, somehow, through all the layers of paint we add to camouflage it and standardize it, and Merlin knows what else.
And then there is raw ugliness and that's just all around. And I wish it would go away because it frightens me and I'm powerless in front of it- can't I turn on the light or throw a blanket over it or something? And here I am being existential while the problem is concrete- isn't that just so human of me? |
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[Sep. 26th, 2004|10:01 pm] |
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You know what I despise above all else? Righteous people. People who should be immortalized by poems in classical literature for their grasp of justice. Justice is feeble and by definition unjust- because humans are feeble and by definition unjust. Who are any of you to decide what is right and what is not? It is always purely subjective- but I don't suppose you give that a second thought.
Mr Black, you played right into my experiment didn't you? I was nice (NICE can you imagine that?) to you and to everyone else for a week. And could you take a hint? A compliment? Even a word from me? No the only thing you ever did was bark. Well I gave kindness and camaraderie and got nothing but snarking back so please discontinue your pert little "you get what you give" saying. One it is getting old prematurely, two it is patently false.
Stop lying to yourselves. It isn't becoming. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2004|04:44 pm] |
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I give up. Mister Black you are a bigot and an imbecile.
We Slytherins have made a bad name for ourselves over the centuries because we have consistently been accused of bigotry, cruelty, and depravity. Gryffindors, however, embody everything that is noble and good in the wizarding world. If it is POSSIBLE to have such a primal dichotomy- Oh my friends, let me assure you that we Slytherins will apply it in ways you have never even dreamed of.
I took a while this morning to look into the faces of the students around me, those from the different houses. There is disdain in their eyes. There is disgust in their expressions. There is fear on their faces (in the case of the Hufflepuffs, not very intelligent eh?) and all that because of our colours- the green and the silver.
If three fourths of the Magic community can judge one fourth simply by their house, WHY IS IT THAT WE ARE HELD AS ABERRATIONS FOR JUDGING BY BLOOD? Is there a different standard? May I be made aware of it in the shortest of delays?
I'm so utterly disgusted... |
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| And I think to myself, what a wonderful world... |
[Sep. 22nd, 2004|06:05 pm] |
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To the charming mister Black: I did not think it was possible to misinterpret and misread, not to mention misunderstand every last thing I had to say, but obviously, if it could be done, it was to be done by you. Your life is hard? My life is too, we could have maybe come to agree on quite a few things if it weren't for sheer bloody-mindedness. Get over yourself. Wank wank wank. Can we have a civil talk one day? Please? Maybe?
To the charming miss Evans: Thank you for your amiability miss headgirl, you give Gryffindor a good name!
To the absolutely stunning Rita Skeeter: I am going to force you into making me a large vial of headache remedy as it is entirely your fault that my head feels like it is being split open by a nut cracker in a cape and waving a rather large red sword. Had you not suggested it, it wouldn't have happened. Also, come visit me I need searing wit in my life right about...now.
A large welcome festooned with brightly coloured ribbons to the lovely miss Emmeline Vance who now possesses a journal!
And isn't life simply wonderful? Hmm? |
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| It is a dark and terrible thing to be lucid. |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|08:23 pm] |
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There is something deeply wrong within the fiber of the magical world. I am not sure what it is, or how to address it, but I think it is caused by the overwhelming cynicism of certain members of our community...We are powerless to stop it (thus is the nature of societies) and must find where our sympathies lie, where our kind is. And the question is not where would one like to situate oneself, but where can one? I don't particularly like the answer but don't have much choice either it seems...This is not enterprised lightly. I might be making my greatest mistake yet. Ugh. When it comes down to it, I really don't know anything at all. |
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| And sometimes, out of the blue, a turtle falls from the sky. |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|12:10 pm] |
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The entire wisdom of the universe is encapsulated in these words: "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he?"
If one seriously thinks about it, it contains everything! A virtual gold mine of information about human behaviour, aesthetics, psyche, everything! It's semi Freudian too. Mind boggling. |
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| The thing with feathers is my cousin... |
[Sep. 18th, 2004|04:47 pm] |
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Hogsmeade jolly wolly Hogsmeade. I'll miss Hogsmeade. I'm not sure I'm going though, 'specially as I've got things to mull over and don't particularly want company for that. I'm also smothered with work. You'd expect them to give us a break. But no, NEWTs it is, left right center and coming out of my ears. Sigh.
( Private. Badly hexed. ) |
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