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[Jun. 27th, 2008|04:40 pm] |
Hexed Private
I am, without a doubt, the single silliest and shallow girl in the world.
My sister is trying to help and what am I worried about? My skirt or my nails or something else just.. stupid.
I hate being like this.
Hexed Private to Lavender
Do you still have any of your old Divination books? |
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| Gryffindor Anger. |
[Jun. 23rd, 2008|11:35 am] |
[Hexed Private to Justin]
You stupid wanker. What were you thinking telling my sister to take that job. Do you have any sense at all? She's my TWIN sister and you've just told her to go off and work for Bellatrix, fucking LESTRANGE.
I could kill you. I will kill you. In fact, come over here so I can KILL YOU. |
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| Home Sweet Home |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|08:59 am] |
Dear Godric, I missed London. Ew, I can't believe I just said that.
I'm not unpacking anything for at least a week. Hopefully Lav doesn't mind the six trunks sitting in the living room.
Justin? Padma? I have presents for you. But I'm tired and you're either going to have to come get them or wait until I've caught up on my sleep. |
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| Traveling. |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|10:14 am] |
I hate traveling by Portkey. I hate it. More than anything. Especially when the idiot messes up your portkey and you wind up in the middle of China. That's right. Parvati Patil. China. Six large trunks of clothes. And a hangover. Which resulted in me getting sick all over the place.
The next scheduled port key is tomorrow morning. I just want to come home and sleep in my own bed for once. |
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| Spain! |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|08:50 am] |
Maybe I'll just move here. It's.. well it's beyond beautiful. The people are wonderful and the beaches are nearly as gorgeous as India. I may never come home.
Dahlia and I had a small break yesterday so we went for a walk along the beach. I've managed to keep my head down and away from the cameras, but it was sunny and hot and I've decided that I don't give a damn about my picture being taken anymore.
After fielding all sorts of questions about why I'm no longer modeling and certain friends of mine, they were nice enough to let us finish our walk without bothering us anymore. Maybe I should have just faced them sooner and saved myself from being locked in my flat for a week.
I did manage to get a copy of one of the pictures they took. You can see how gorgeous it was outside! Tonight we have a party on one of the yachts. I really, really don't want to come home.
( Taped In ) |
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| Ramblings. |
[Jun. 3rd, 2008|09:54 am] |
( Hexed Private, Viewable to Padma )
I think I need a holiday.
Edited In
I'M GOING TO SPAIN. SPAIN! SPAIN! SPAIN! I'M GOING TO SPAIN FOR FASHION WEEK AND I'M GOING MEET DESIGNERS AND GET FREE CLOTHES AND I WON'T BE IN BLOODY LONDON.
SPAIN SPAIN SPAIN!!! |
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| Rebuilding. |
[May. 27th, 2008|01:17 pm] |
Mum still isn't claiming me as her daughter. According to her last Howler, she only has one child. Of course Padma would never do anything this stupid. She's bloody perfect. The rest of my family is furious with me still. My Aunts swear I'll never find a good man to marry me. I've told them that I don't really care to find a good man to marry which probably wasn't the wisest thing to say. Sometime they forget I was raised in England and not India. Traditions aren't really my cup of tea.
I know I'm going to have to deal with all of this sometime, but I can't bring myself to go public yet. I'm terrified of those reporters digging into my family and my history and finding more things out. One wrong word and I can be their new favourite plaything.
But mostly.. I just want to go out. I want to have fun and drink and dance and dear Merlin do I want to go on a date. I haven't had a date in.. well I don't really remember the last time I had a date. Course the only men who are interested in me right now think I'll shag them in public.
Anyone who dreams of being famous? Take my word for it.. it's not worth it. I'm starting to regret ever leaving England in the first place.
( Edited in Private to Self, Viewable to Padi and Lav ) |
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| Vodka. |
[May. 24th, 2008|06:41 pm] |
There was a bottle under my bed. I don't know how it got there, but its gone now. I drank it. With a straw because I couldn't be bothered to sit up. Have you ever wallowed in pity? It's really quite enjoyable if I do say so myself.
Furthermore, Rita Skeeter is a bitch. A dried up, wrinkled old hag and I hope she is burned at the stake.
I am stuck inside this flat because half of London is downstairs just waiting for me to come out.
And I may only be writing this because I'm pissed, but my arse looked bloody fantastic in those pictures.
Does anyone want to sneak over? And bring more liquor, please. |
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| Shame. |
[May. 23rd, 2008|01:08 pm] |
[Weakley Hexed Private, Not Difficult to Break]
tear stained
Oh gods. This is a bad dream, right? I'm going to wake up tomorrow and this never happened. How did anyone.. why were they following me? And that vile woman.. I sound like a common whore and I'm not. We weren't..
I'm going to be sick. Why would they do this? My manager... I called him to find out and.. he said that it'll "blow over". BLOW OVER? I'm all over the news and now my family.. my friends.. they are all going to think I'm some..
I'm never leaving this apartment again.
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[Hexed to Padma and Lavender]
Please come home. Please? I'm getting owls and they won't stop and I've never been so ashamed in my life. Please come home.
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Dahlia.. I can't come in today. Or the rest of the week. I'm sorry. |
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| Snickering. |
[May. 21st, 2008|02:45 pm] |
I had the oddest encounter today. There wasn't a single thing in the flat to eat and I had the worst craving for curry. So I went out to get some and.. well these two young men were giving me the oddest looks and snickering.
I'm positive I didn't know them. But it just felt so.. icky. I could hear a little bit of what they were saying and it wasn't kind. I know some blokes are just rude like that, but this felt different.
Honestly, I have no idea what they could be on about. And I was even wearing something of Padma's so I know I didn't look like a tart. |
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| Different. |
[May. 13th, 2008|05:52 pm] |
Working a normal job is just so... different. I love it though. I'm surrounded by clothes and back in the fashion world so I can't complain. And Dahlia really is the best boss you could ask for.
I'm going a bit stir crazy though. I've been back in England for a few months and it's just so.. dull. I miss travel. I miss hotels. I miss random nights with random people. I miss the drinks and the clothes and everyone knowing who I was. Yes, I know it's selfish and silly. And no, I don't care much.
Maybe I just need a good party to make everything better again. |
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| Working. |
[Apr. 17th, 2008|09:23 am] |
I think I need a job. Yes, really.
Do you know what I did today? I went through Padma's closet. Honestly, Pads, I don't know WHAT you were thinking with some of those things. Don't worry though, they're gone. And I even replaced them with some of my more modest clothing. It wouldn't kill you to wear something low cut thought. You have a nice figure! Almost as nice as mine if I could get you to come to yoga with me. Reading is not how you stay in shape.
I don't suppose anyone is looking for help? And if you suggest sitting at a desk or behind a counter, I'm going to tell you to bugger off. |
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| Confusion. |
[Apr. 1st, 2008|03:02 pm] |
Could someone explain to me what all this means? I really don't understand any of it. Padma is so upset about the whole thing that she's locked herself away in her flat. And she is always the person who explains all this stuff to me without making me feel like an idiot.
I know Death Eaters are bad, so why would one of them get hired? |
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| Boredom. |
[Mar. 28th, 2008|01:31 pm] |
I don't think I can shop anymore. Not because I've tired of shopping but because I've been through every store in the whole of London.
Someone. Anyone. Drinks tonight? My treat if that helps.
Lav? Maybe we can just have people over here? Unless you have to work tonight. Well even if you do, you can join us all later. |
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| Death. |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|09:17 am] |
Why does everyone keep dying? First my father and now Ginny. I really don't understand why this keeps happening. The Muggles I know are wonderful people. And they adore me.
It really doesn't make sense. Padma tried to explain it all to me, but she nearly bored me to tears. Maybe I'm just not clever enough to understand politics like she does. |
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| Returning. |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|10:53 pm] |
Well.. it seems that I've come home. I didn't realise how long I'd been gone, actually. Things move so quickly and the world outside of England is so fascinating. I really don't know how I'll survive here. It's so.. depressing a grey.
My sister bought me one of these journals. I'm not sure if I'll find much use for it. Who has time to sit down and read and write where there is so much else to do? I already have a long list of things I need to buy for my flat. I must admit, it's rather nice to put clothes in a closet rather than pulling them out of a suitcase each morning. But, Merlin, do I already miss room service. |
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