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[Mar. 16th, 2012|09:37 pm] |
Right so I'm sure most of you have noticed my "child" has stopped wailing like a banshee. Turns out when they were making her, something went wonky which made her shriek like that everytime I touched her.
I thought a lot about this and the fact that my luck has been worse lately the usual. When I thought I was dying of Spattergoit, I realised an early death is probably in the cards for me at this rate. How young, I'm still debating. It bothered me a lot that I don't really have my affairs in order for when this happens so I've decided to write up a will.
I know these things are supposed to be private, just between you and a lawyer and all. But I don't have a lawyer and don't have the gold to get one just for this purpose so I'm just going to count on you all to be my witnesses. I think it's better I make this public, though so if anyone tries to debate over what it is I wanted to happen to me or my things when I die, I have plenty of witnesses. I've already sent copies to my parents. Mum thinks I'm certifiable.
( Archie's Will )
I don't really have much that's all that valuable but if you want to claim something go ahead. I don't mind giving things to people I don't know, I guess. I'll be dead so what do I care? But friends get first dibs.
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| 007. |
[Mar. 8th, 2012|06:04 pm] |
She. Won't. Stop. Crying.
I've tried swaddling her. I've tried walking around gently rocking her. I've tried giving her something to chew on if she's teething. I THOUGHT ABOUT sticking my finger in her mouth but I looked in there and I don't really see anything that looks like teeth so I decided not to risk it. I've tried burping her. She's been fed, she's doesn't need to be changed.
SHE. WON'T. STOP. CRYING.
HELP? PLEASE? |
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| 006. |
[Feb. 28th, 2012|03:00 pm] |
You don't suppose it can...you know...actually, die? I know it's not a real baby, but I'd be rather depressed if I actually hypothetically KILLED something....one....thing?
And I really hope this isn't for a grade. Because unless my partner wants to do this assignment by themselves, I'm definitely failing.
Seriously, can't I just sign a contract not to procreate? I honestly wasn't planning on doing it anyways! |
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| 005. |
[Feb. 24th, 2012|01:02 am] |
Warded to Annie
Hi. |
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| 004. |
[Feb. 17th, 2012|12:19 pm] |
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Who's not going to the dance? |
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| 003. |
[Feb. 14th, 2012|12:38 am] |
So. Quinn was right. It was an allergy.
Warded to Indigo
Thanks for bidding on me! So, er, what do we do now? |
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| 002. |
[Feb. 13th, 2012|05:07 pm] |
NO ONE COME NEAR ME!
I have Scrofungulus. Or Spattergroit. Actually, come to think of it the tips of my fingers are starting to look faint. Oh, Merlin's beard. What if it's Vanishing Sickness??
I DON'T WANT TO DISAPPEAR! |
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| 001. |
[Feb. 7th, 2012|02:20 pm] |
I'm going to be a homeless man.
That's what happens to people who don't eventually get a job, isn't it? I'm going to graduate and waste all my time sitting around trying to figure out what I should do. Eventually, my parents will get fed up and tell me to just pick something already. But I won't because I'm not just going to take any old job that I don't like (or will kill me) and get stuck there. So they'll kick me out and there you have it. I'm going to be homeless.
It's just such crap anyways. Trying to decide what we want to do for the rest of our lives. I mean, how could you possibly know that sort of thing? They have these career tracks but there's nothing that actually tells you what would suit you. And the tracks they have here don't even cover all the sorts of jobs out there. So how am I supposed to know? How is anyone supposed to know?
Especially someone who's cursed. |
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