Pretty Fly For A White Gry
|May. 16th, 2006 02:41 pm Holy Shit!|
I'm never going to another one of these gatherings again.
If I were more brazen I honestly think I could've placed myself in a rather difficult position. At the very least I can admit that there are /some/ things my conscience would not let me do.
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|May. 15th, 2006 10:09 am The Ball|
Generic Penguin Suit- check.
Italian leather loafers- check.
Contigency Escape Plan in Case /She/ Cons Me Into Dancing- check.
Man. Do I really have to wear the damned bowtie? Maybe Saff could let me get away with not wearing it. Or my shirt untucked. Or my collar turned up.
I bet if Mum saw me tonight, she'd wig. "Jared Joseph Conrad, tuck in your shirt!" Oh yes. Teenaged rebellion. I think the next time, I'll get an /ear piercing/. Wah hah hah hah hah hah hah!
In News of Weird, I heard there was something off about the Hearth and Home classroom that scared some poor kid enough not to go to classes there anymore. What the fuck? If it was a prank, it worked /too/ well, though I have to wonder what the shit happened. The class is, what? Ninety-percent female? It's scary enough without the bloody extras. I can see it now, me walking inside the classroom, with the prof turning to look at me and going "Our assignment today is Oriental Flower Arranging!"
*insert an /extremely/ retarded drawing which looks disturbingly like Munch's "The Scream"*
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"- The last words of Jared Conrad, who threw himself off the battlements to escape the world's attempts to emasculate him.
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|May. 7th, 2006 01:58 am J.J.'s World|
Alright. Just as a reference, this is the
dramatic persn dramatis personage drama peop cast list of my life. Psychotic people need not apply.
Cornelius Conrad- Pop-pops. My grandfather. He's part of the Board of Directors of the British Magical Museum. He helps Pops and Mum get funding for their digs. It's good to be the king (of money).
Marius Conrad- Pops. My father. He's a cursebreaker and archaeologist.
Esperanza Conrad- Mum. My mother. She specializes in runes and ancient languages. She is also a historian. Makes good seafood paella. Mmm. Seafood.
Melissa Conrad- Little sister. I call her Missy. She calls me Monkey.
Emma Conrad- Youngest sister. Still a baby.
Mr. Trevor Magnusson- Curator of the British Magical Museum. Wren's father. He works with my parents and grandfather all the time.
Greg Magnusson- Mr. Magnusson's son. We hang out sometimes.
Wren Magnusson- Greg's little sister. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty crazy. I don't know what's up with her lately, she didn't used to be so excited about all this dressing up crap. And she gets mad at /me/ for saying I'm not going to the Ball. What the hell, man?
Brooke Chambers- Housemate. Older girl. She abuses me. I feel so used and violated.
Alis McElroy- They say she's short, violent, and a hussy. But she's in my year and I never really interact with her for long periods of time so I wouldn't know. Makes good cookies though.
J.M. Astin- Mr. Prefect. They say he has fans. What the hell? I never heard of a guy who collected fans before. Kind of a girly hobby if you ask me.
Lilly Drake- I call her Dimples. What? She has them!
Saffron Drake- I'm guessing they're related, kind of hard to tell though. Different branch maybe? Who knows, but me and Saff get on pretty well since way back. She's really into the pirate gig. Come to think of it, Lills was pretty into the pirate gig too. Maybe it's some kind of new blood disease? Piratitis.
Seymour Kemp- Quiet, smart chap in my year who helps me in Herbology several times a year. It's his best subject. Hey, when you don't know something, rub elbows with someone who does.
The Head Girl- I don't even know her name, but /damn/ she's cute.
More, as Life continues.
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|May. 6th, 2006 08:22 pm First Entry!|
I figured I could spare one notebook for the goings-on here in Hogwarts. Not like much has happened to me lately. Except, you know, get abused by Brooke and Wren (though I don't mind her so much, I've known her all my life, and she doesn't really hurt me). What /is/ it with girls these days anyways? Stop the hitting already, it doesn't make /any/ of you all that special! Maybe I'm not sure yet as to where I'm going or what I'm doing in the future, but I /refuse/ to be a fucking P.M.S. pinata!
At least Lilly seems to like me, and does things to /alleviate/ my injuries as opposed to making them worse. I know "chicks dig scars" and everything, but this is just getting re-damned-diculous.
God bless Seymour for helping me with Herbology homework. I swear if it weren't for that guy I would've failed twice over already. Good chap, I don't know him that well, but I like him.
Saw the Head Girl today at lunch. /Damn/ she's cute.
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