So if I were to say, "Hi, I have two tickets to a Rolling Stones concert in the States," who would say, "Here's the cash for the second. Please take me with you. I'm begging you. Not only are you the coolest person in the world, Zach, but I just so happen to absolutely adore Mick Jagger as well."? Any variation is welcome.

Because hi, I have two tickets to a Rolling Stones concert in the States.

Also, Harry, I still need to talk to you.

Current Mood: grumpy
Current Music: If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out - Cat Stevens

And so begins a new year in the life of Me.

[Private]

Hard to believe I'm sat here at 21 and already engaged, theoretically having found my soulmate, sappy as that may seem. Still, I'm far from complaining -- quite the opposite, really. At 21, I've got a home, a mate, a family, and a name for myself. Life could be a fuck of a lot worse.

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Current Mood: introspective

My life is terribly fucking boring. I have one friend (I used to have another, but he recently passed away, the twat.) who happens to be my boyfriend. And I don't have a job. How did my life come to this? I'm not even twenty-one.

Hi, I need a life.

Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: She - Elvis Costello

Hm. Seems like everyone's getting married these days. My congratulations and condolences to the newlyweds.

I'm terribly bored. If your name rhymes with "marry" (how appropriate), but starts with a consonant that lies somewhere between "g" and "j", you should come entertain me. Please. So I'm not left dancing around my flat by myself.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: Lust for Life - Iggy Pop

I would like to draw attention to the date today. It is, in fact, March 3rd. It was on this date 26 years ago that my beloved "life partner", Marcus Odyss Flint, was born.

Happy birthday, Marcus. You're now over a quarter of a century old. Love you. We'll properly celebrate tonight, yeah?

Current Mood: mischievous

In the course of ten days, I've started an interior decoration project, quit my job, and moved into a new flat. So if you've tried to reach me and I've not responded? Fuck off. Too busy for you.

( Private. )

Current Mood: content
Current Music: None.

I don't make resolutions because I don't need to.

I'm perfect the way I am.

Current Mood: smug

( Private. )



So, not like I really care in most cases, but I hope those I know are having happy holidays.

Also, am I the only person who's not yet wrapped a single gift?

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: The Universal - Blur

So it seems like there's some kind of Hufflepuff reunion in the works. Goody.

It's kind of a shock that I was invited, though. I guess it could have just been some charm that forwarded copies to all Hufflepuffs, because fuck knows they wouldn't invite me. Nobody liked me. Why on earth would they invite me to a reunion?

A part of me is kind of curious. That part of me is very, very masochistic. But it could be fun to stir things up a bit for those idiotic fucks. Still, I almost want to say that the past is in the past and there's no point in causing a commotion just to do so. But at the same time, if I'm not there, I know they'll talk shit about me. Not like my presence actually stopped them before...

And god knows they're bound to talk about Ced Him Cedric. I mean, yeah, I'm over it, it's in the past, it's done, it's gone, I've moved on, and a million other euphemisms that basically mean "yeah, it hurts, yeah, I miss him, but fuck it -- there's nothing I can do about it, so I just leave it in my memory." And in all honesty, I really have made peace with what happened and with myself.

But every mention of him still hurts a little, still stings. Not in an extremely painful way, but more in a way that's just a dull remembrance. I sprained my ankle a few years back, partially tearing the ligament. It was healed immediately and I could walk on it that same day. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt if I apply too much force to it. Not an overwhelming pain. Just a reminder that it's a part of me that was destroyed and healed over, though not completely. Time doesn't heal all wounds. It just lessens the pain. That's all any of us can hope for.

If it were just me, then I might not care about it. Like I've said about twenty times thus far in this entry (Which makes me wonder why I have to keep mentioning it if I'm the only one reading it; who, exactly, am I justifying this to and why should I even have to justify it?), a little pain, but I've had worse. I can deal with it. I'm fine with it. I've accepted that it's going to hurt. But Marcus hasn't. He's dealt with Oliver's death completely differently than I've dealt with Cedric's, plus the situations were amazingly different, all things considered. So he doesn't take it well that yes, it hurts, and he misconstrues it as me still being in love with Cedric, which I'm very much not. I'm in love with Marcus and yeah, I guess that even if Cedric could come back by some miracle, I'd stay with Marcus, regardless of what he or anyone else believes. I love Marcus for who he is and, more importantly, he loves me for who I am -- which is saying quite a lot, I suppose. But Marcus would never leave me for some stupid shallow bitch who only wanted him for popularity reasons. Because he loves me. And that's what's most important to me. He loves me; he's in love with me. And we're going to move in together and live in domestic bliss. Or something like that.

Outside of issues in my love life, there's issues with my job, though I'm trying to ignore those until Harry's ready to contact me about it. I've been in his situation and, well, I don't want to push him toward anything just yet. I can live with my incredibly generous salary for a bit longer, even if it means having to be associated with a paper that publishes libel. Outside of writing jobs, I've been doing lunch meetings every day this week with coaches and team owners and other important figures under the guise of interviewing and casually dropping the idea of maybe making a return to professional playing. Everyone I've talked to has been fairly keen on it, actually. Got some numbers and have been told to keep in touch. I've been thinking about it and I really think that I could do both, play and help manage the Subverse.

Though if I'm going to be working on the Subverse staff, I'm going to need to make nice with a lot of Hufflepuffs again, seeing as how they comprise half the bloody staff. God I love it when my thoughts come full circle.

It's a lot to think about, which is probably why I'm left lying in bed with an ashtray on my stomach and an empty pack of cigarettes, staring at the ceiling. Work's going to be a motherfucker tomorrow because sleep just isn't going to come tonight.

Well, fuck.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Lady Jane - The Rolling Stones

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Current Mood: ecstatic