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Tuesday, December 9th, 2003
12:50 am	Ugh. June Runners was a Mean Dog in a past life. Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me I am not amused. Current Mood: annoyed (30 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 27th, 2003
12:06 am	[Owl to Taverner, Warded] Continued from here Taverner, Greenleigh seems to be 'moving on' (as you call it) in the most public methods possible. I bet you ten galleons that it's nothing but a show, and he's thinking of you constantly, and believe me I don't say that because I'm a closet romantic who's cheering on true love at the end of the film. I say it because I know human psychology, and this sudden "Look at me, I am a bad, hot boy" act is rather garish. Yes, he's always been a great male whore, but he used to practice discretion. Ah, how I miss those days when I wasn't aware of his every amorous move. At any rate, buck up. Your confession that you feel a fuck up is tragic, but in my opinion we're all fuck ups - we just rate differently on the total spectrum. Besides, self-loathing is tedious and Rachinov-like, and I don't tolerate that. Life has a tendency to go on without us, and it's a pain in the arse to try to catch up with it, so my advice is bloody do what you want to do and sod Greenleigh and his little band of prepubescent followers. Boys suck. J.R. Current Mood: amused (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 18th, 2003
11:51 pm	Helpful advice. Another day, another tragedy worse than death. Just remember if things are too tough not to jump from the Astronomy Tower when there might be students below. Scrubbing first years off of the cobblestones is an unpleasant activity at best and I doubt that those in detention who are relegated with the duty would say kind things about you once you are gone. Current Mood: blank (27 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
12:01 pm	[Private - Locked as Tightly as She Can Make It] Kurt's with Brennan. In that sense. The rumours were true. He really never did have any interest in me. I'd better put a glamour on my eyes so Margot and Jennifer can't tell I've been crying. I feel like the biggest fool alive. ( Appropriate Lyrics ) Current Mood: crushed (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 9th, 2003
11:24 am	[Owl Sent to Kurt Goebel] Kurt Goebel, Meet me in the Great Hall and let's go to the Halloween Dance together! I accept no excuses and you're not worming your way out of this one. I'm leaving now, so I'll see you there! J.R. PS - I'll be the pink haired hippie. Current Mood: hopeful (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 6th, 2003
5:50 pm	Hmph. Have any of you decided what you would like to be for the dance? I am uninspired. And no, I shall not go as my alter-ego, 'Magenta'. And I'm horribly embarassed grateful, Greenleigh, for your kind offer of flowers, but I am entirely sure that it would not be a good idea because... because. Oh, and thank you to whoever destroyed the dreaded Celine Dion CD. Current Mood: curious (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 25th, 2003
10:36 pm	Well then. The dance almost didn't suck. I'm absolutely amazed. Whoever left on the Celine Dion CD traumatized my rat. Congratulations, Newton is now a basket-case. ( Private; Warded ) Current Mood: annoyed (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 21st, 2003
2:18 pm	Still alive. And yet again I am reminded why it is a bad idea to indulge my sweet tooth at lunch. Can you imagine a hyper June Runners? It's very much a reality at the moment. I'm going to go run off some energy before I embarrass myself by giggling or something equally nauseating. If you get in my way I will not pay for the hospital expenses. Current Mood: hyper (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 14th, 2003
7:46 pm	Updates on my Existence Kudos to Audrey Winters, who found my rat and managed to keep him in the Slytherin dorms for a day without giving him brain damage from all her hairspray charm fumes. Newton is very happy to be home, though seems to have developed a complex of sorts regarding king snakes named Coral. Imagine that. With my familiar returned to me, I have been able to settle down and begin to memorize my notes for CoMC, Charms, and DaDA. I think in a few days I will be able to recite everything I have written down. My roommates think me mad, but I need to work really hard for my grades. Also, I am in the process of thinking up a good pirate name for myself. Having recently seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I think that I may call myself 'Magenta'. Granted, she wasn't a pirate, but it's still a great name and it would be appropriate for my hair. Current Mood: content (31 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 9th, 2003
10:38 pm	[Private: Heavily Locked and Warded] I made plans this evening to attack Goebel for some fun. After curling my hair and putting on a black skirt I spied him walking around the halls, sneaked up on him, and kicked him. He's so cute amusing when he stutters and drops his books. After the usual "how are you, I am good" rigmarole, I reminded him that he owed me a piano concert, and he led me to a music room where he began to play. And he's... amazing really. Utterly brilliant. I might not mind music so much if I got to listen to him play more often. I didn't recognize the songs, really, but they were so beautiful. I think my eyes closed while he was playing; it was almost overwhelming, the beauty of it. He has such lovely green eyes. God. I sound like some giggling schoolgirl. For once I don't think I mind. As long as no one sees me grinning like this I think I'll keep smiling in private. Current Mood: touched (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 7th, 2003
3:48 pm	[Students Only] Will whoever has been listening to 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie on repeat please FIND A DIFFERENT SONG? It's called VARIETY, people. You were tormenting me with Stevie Wonder earlier, go back to that. Don't make me track you down and suggest alternate noises, like snapping bones. Also, you are not a great singer. You are not a good singer. You are not a decent singer. You are a bad singer. You are NOT Deborah Harry, nor can you hit the notes that she can. You make dying cows sound musical. So please. STOP. Private Notes of June Runners: Heavily Warded Current Mood: cranky (Comment on this)
3:35 pm	[Private Entry; Heavily Warded] Ask and ye shall recieve. Or something. Whatever the case, there are loads more Hufflepuffs on the projects. Good. I need some steady, Earthbound people around me here. I hope Roth doesn't think that I'm playing hard to get or something equally nauseating. Crushes are for giggling first years. I used to think that the opposite sex had cooties, and I grew up and found out that they were just as idiotic as most of MY gender. Roth's a decent sort. Fun. Flirts too much, but then again he's Gryffindor. They can't help it. Goebel's been a bit quiet lately. Whenever I see him he gets this look on his face like he just remembered something he has to do. Or a deer in headlights expression, which I'm beginning to think is his default. Too bad he's so skittish. He's not as daft as some boys here. Not that I have a crush on HIM either. GOD. Why is everything about sodding crushes? And then there's Howls at Night. Not a shabby fighter. It was stupid of me to get so confident about everything... Of course there's Greenleigh and his latest rave. Not that the dancing interests me; I just go for Watching the students. If they're going to slip and reveal any true colors it'll be when they're loose. The dancing does not interest me. Don't even think it, Runners. Ugh... I've got to update Goebel's file, and start two for Howls at Night and Roth. I am so far behind in my notes keeping this year. Damn Charms homework... Current Mood: cranky (Comment on this)
Monday, July 28th, 2003
2:14 pm	Some of you may have noticed the new addition to my general person. I have been given combat boots by my parents. They are tall, made of black dragonhide, have cleats on the bottoms, and can and will hurt should I wish them to. It has consequently been a good week. One thing I have taken note of since the start of this journal project is intermingling between the Houses. Of course, given that I am the sole Hufflepuff representative, the intermingling with those who are 'loyal and hardworking' seems to be at an all time low. Needless to say, this is perfectly fine with me. However, I realize that I have been rather quiet on this project lately. I do not give up once I start something, so it is with some sadistic pleasure that I state that yes, June Arti Runners is here to stay. Please, do not bother to conceal your distaste. ( Finally, a quiz result ) Current Mood: content (43 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 5th, 2003
9:25 pm	I am not dead. I am sorry for any disappointment at this news. I am merely too busy for the likes of you lot. Now if you will excuse me, it is time for me to look over all of the old entries and feign interest in your lives. *edited to add* I am enjoying the humorous poetry. Current Mood: cranky (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 17th, 2003
2:37 am	I hate this thing. I had written a nice, long entry in which I genuinely tried to be entertaining and creative. However, livejournal ate the entry. As a result, this shall be short and sweet. You're supposed to be witty. What went wrong? You still need workout pants. You've been fulfilling your House stereotype rather nicely lately. I would ask you if it would kill you to smile, but given that such a request is laughable coming from a person such as myself I will instead congratulate you on the authenticity of your impersonation of someone choking on a lemon. You are a bloody pervert for what you did to Betsey. On the bright side, the landscaping this year is lovely. Once again: livejournal, I curse your name. Current Mood: cranky (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 7th, 2003
9:36 pm	[Locked to Goebel] Hey. I know you're mad at me because you were trying your absolute dogged best to avoid my eye today during classes. I invite you to work off your unhealthy aggression by joining me as my spotter for my workout this afternoon. I do hope that you're not fragile; I pack a hard punch and I don't intend on holding back. I'll bring the pads and water; you bring yourself. Be afraid, Goebel. I'm going to beat the 'kicked puppy' look out of you... ...but kindly, of course. J.R. Current Mood: energetic (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 31st, 2003
2:29 am	Yup, still here... This evening I spent some time with Newton (for those of you who don't know, that's my rat) reading and playing around on the computer. It's so refreshing not to have to disinfect the keyboard before using it; at home I've got to contend with the sticky popsicle fingers of my younger siblings. I also took the time to make a new icon and piss off three people. I must admit I enjoy these journals; it certainly makes my life as Hufflepuff's "anal-retentive bitch" easier. I must remember not to let technology take over too much of my time. Physical excellence is a necesity. Right then. Time for a jog followed by crunches and pull-ups. After that warm-up, I think I'll ask permission to enchant some armour and do some fencing with it. Current Mood: energetic (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 26th, 2003
9:10 pm	[Warded to Goebel] I'm already bored. Entertain me. Current Mood: bored (20 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 22nd, 2003
1:03 am	Back Really, it's good to know that the Hogwarts Express can stop on a sickle. I enjoy being thrown around a train compartment, plunged into darkness, and staying in said darkness for an hour wondering what the hell is going on. It refreshes me. The next time that the Powers That Be decide to play trains, warn me, ok? And I had better get an explanation for this. Anyway, Hogwarts is Hogwarts. If anyone sees a vaguely pink blur running around the school, that'll be me. I need to stretch my legs. Should you interrupt this jogging or try to step in front of me, I can and will trample you, and I am heavier than I look. June's Private Notes Current Mood: annoyed (8 Comments |Comment on this)
12:53 am	[Private Notes #2] Interception? The train stopped approximately one hour and fourteen minutes after the journey began. The windows were blacked out, and the door to our compartment locked. I can conclude that we were meant not to see something. An attack? Must keep eyes open this year, Runners. Project: Kurt Goebel Interesting ride. Opportunity for much observation of a certain "Kurt Goebel". He arrived late and in much fluster. He held lots of books; he reads and is interested in the world as much as previously hypothesized. He's fit and had no problem holding his books. His problems came in judgment - he decided to share my compartment with me. His background is in all likelihood upper middle class. Judging by his mannerisms, they have tried to instill in him the utmost of politeness, and he shows his breeding. Always 'bitte' and 'fraulein' until I told him to cut it. In his household, a man is a man and a woman is a woman - his emphatic denial when I asked him if he had ever cried pointed to strict gender roles. His parents don't visit him, and although that may be chalked up to current politics, I'm suspecting some apathy. Goebel does not speak of his parents as a unit; he refers to them as 'mother and father' and gave separate reasons for them not visiting. I thusly surmise that there is discord in his family, though an acceptance of said discord. He is Catholic, and from the light in his eyes devoutly so - this explains why his parents will not divorce, if anything. In tense situations, he is nervous, but collected. I am certain that some of that calm was for my benefit. He is highly logical, and does not lose his head. He is nearly impossible to provoke to physical fighting; When I threatened to kick down the door he never once made a motion to grab me to keep me from that action. Instead, he used his logic, his words. I found that it is ridiculously easy to provoke him if one speaks of sexual relations. He's never had a girlfriend in his life, I'd wager. Very innocent. His ears turn the color of my hair when he is embarrassed. He can be manipulated by my screaming at him, glaring at him, or threatening him with saucy pet names. He has rejection issues, or he prefers to be alone. Judging by his friendliness, I'm going with the former. Whatever the case, I told him that he was adopted to be my project. I'm honest to a fault, after all. I doubt the sod even knows I was being literal. Miscellaneous Notes Schmutzige Dirne: Means roughly "ho bag" in German. If I should ever wish to end this project, I shall call Kurt a Nazi. Given his discussion about Germany having committed mistakes and his horror at the possibility of offending people, I believe that the word would break him entirely. He has a little brother, Viktor. Age 10. Shall be interesting to see if he goes to a school in Germany or comes to Hogwarts. He knows I have Slytherin issues. I must take care not to expose such things to him again. Final Verdict: Subject is highly malleable on the surface but strong in principles. Is thusly very loyal to some cause despite outward appearances of being meek. Shall need watching in terms of WHAT he is loyal to. Must ask him when his birthday is so that I can get him something physics-ish for a present. Current Mood: watchful (Comment on this)