Angelina Johnson.

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So, i've been thinking. All we'd need is for Lee to show up and our mismatched group would be complete. It's not, though, is it? Not really. I don't know how I feel about that. How I should feel.
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private to George -
I've been thinking about this for days, yeah, and I'm still in shock.

I mean. There's a reality - and probably not just one because I don't think Harry's kid is from the same one as her Roxanne - where we, as in you and I, get married and have children. Children, George. As in more than one. More than one.

And, I mean. I'm not trying to say there's anything wrong with the idea, because there isn't. I'm mostly in shock to hear that I get married and have children than with who, you know?


Fuck it. I have no idea what I'm saying.

private to people from 2009 -
Right, so I know this craziness only started about two days ago and no one will probably have a real answer for, well, awhile, but I have to ask anyway. Are we sure the only people that'll appear will be the same as the people who died in the gala explosion? Because

Funny thing I got in the mail a couple of days ago. A fan letter, including a really tiny line that I was personally amused by, threatening certain Slytherin alumni should I be knocked off a broom again. It's almost cute, in an obvious male posturing way. As if I need to have threats given out for me.

So, I'm thinking that means that the details were easily findable, or I've got a very dedicated fan. I can't decide if that's a good thing or not.

I'm also thinking it might be good to send an owl, congratulating my mum on not nagging me about something for a whole week. It's a milestone.

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I think, considering, that at this point it could probably be said that Ernie and I are dating. I'm sure. Sort of. And, according to my mum, the fact that I haven't been looking at anyone else - either on purpose or out of usual habit - says a good amount about Ernie. Personally, I think I should be worried about her sudden interest in my personal life. Speaking of my mum, she's given up on that desire to talk she's been having lately, which is fine with me.
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Despite the fact that I was taken out of the game halfway through, it was still a good game on Saturday. For the most part. It's still sodding ridiculous that just about every single reserve we had came into play.

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My mum's being annoyingly persistent about this need to talk she thinks we both have. I'd tell her to bugger off, but she's... well mum. Of course dad says she's always been a nag, it's just something you have to give time to truly notice. And I just think he spends far too much time in his new girlfriend's twat, but that's just my opinion.
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private to Ernie -
I'm thinking, right? We've done breakfast twice. Maybe we should give one of those other meal times a try?
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Sometimes I'm amused by the things fans send in their owls. Especially the ones when you can tell they're very "serious" about what they're writing. I mean, stating that you love the team or think I'm brilliant is one thing, but declarations of love? Really?

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Mum wants to talk. Something gives me the feeling it'll be along the lines of "You're almost 32, Angie, don't you think it's about time you stopped dating to date so much and thought about the future? Marriage, children, getting a job where you don't have to travel so much or so often?" And that question, or alternates of, always end up as an argument on what she wants me to do with my life versus what I want to do with my life and that's not a conversation I feel like  having right now. Or ever. Again. And it reminds me

So it looks like I'm going to be avoiding her just a bit more.
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private to Katie -
If you're carrying your journal with you wherever the hell you are, this is just a little note to let you know that when you get back - because you are coming back, I'm going to kick your arse for leaving without telling anyone and making people worry, yeah?
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private to Lee -
Considering that everyone else is either a) out of the country (I'm guessing), b) pregnant, and/or c) possibly planning a wedding, I'm thinking that makes you my sole source of entertainment. Well. That, and the fact that I haven't seen you in a bit helps. So tell me you're free sometime in the near future.
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private to Al and George -
So, assuming there's at least some truth to the article, what's the real story? Or, at least for anyone who doesn't know, well, the really real story? Did that even make sense?

And the Magpies kick just a bit more arse! Love you, Katie, but the Kestrals are going down next weekend, and I'm feeling a good bit confident of that. That insane losing streak seems to be done. I'm thinking the fact that it was mostly due to my motivating attitude towards the rest ot the team, it should be pretty obvious I'd be perfect as captain.

In other news, Stan and I came to a semi-mutual understanding that things just weren't working out between us. I'm not hung up on it though - all good things eventually come to an end, and it was good while it lasted. All two months of it.

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Supposedly, people learn from their mistakes. Someone should really tell that to Scott Sellers. Dumber than a brick, that one. He wanted to "comfort" me through what he assumed might be a hard week/weekend. As if I needed the reminder.

On the bright side, no dreams, no insomnia, no need for sleeping potions, making this year better than a lot of previous ones, right?

Right.
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I'm weirdly glad the season's coming to an end. I think if I manage to never see another like it, it'll only be too soon.

private to George -
Sorry, again. How about I offer you a bit of belated happy birthdayness? You get to spend the upcoming weekend however you'd like, and Brigid gets to spend an awesome weekend with her Aunt Ang? I'll even pick her up on Friday and take her to school myself on Monday.

Keep in mind this is my bye week I'm giving up, and a brilliant offer.

awesome trio -
You know how I always say that running into an ex is like taking the most awkward experience of your life and multiplying it by ten? It can actually be worse.
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private -
You know what's bugging me? I still can't figure out what possessed me to break up with him. He's the only private eye I remember dating, which narrows it down a good lot. And he was... nice? I remember him being nice. He took me out to a pub, which definitely is a good thing, far as I'm concerned. And I never shagged him so I can't fall back on that, but

oh. ohhhh. How did I forget that

That fucker! I swear to Merlin, the next time I see him. I don't even know what I'm going to do, but it's going to be painful. Very painful. So painful he'll wish he could go back in time and stop his stupid past self from nicking it just to avoid the pain.
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For those of you who were not at the game on Saturday (and if you weren't, what could you have possibly been doing?!), Montrose beat Pride. I think I'm going to write that out again, maybe even bigger
Montrose beat Pride.
Notice how my prediction came true, McCormack?

In other news, met a bloke outside the market. Name's Stan, short for Stanley, I think. I can't remember.

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Well. Everyone is just having children, aren't they?
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awesome trio -
Oi. You two. This Thursday night, eight o'clock, my flat. I'm currently without male company and actually won a game, so let's take advantage of that, yeah?

P.S. I refuse to take any answer but "Yes. Ang. I'll be there" for an answer, so no excuses. Consider this when replying.
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This weekend was part brill, part disappointment. The brill isn't actually even half, though, is it? We won on Saturday, and I'm incredibly determined for a repeat performance on Saturday. Watch out for your goals, McCormack.

The less than brilliant half: Two blokes in one weekend. Matthew wanted to "show me off" to his friends and family as if I was actually his girlfriend, which I actually consider to be a bit funny in the fact that we rarely ever did anything that didn't involve a bed or other surfaces. And I don't like the idea of being paraded around like someone's property, so he sort of made it easy.

Then Julius thought it would be a good idea to surprise me with a dinner that actually involved his family. And he did surprise me, just not in the way he wanted to. I'll give him a bit more credit, but it hadn't even been two months yet. What is so absolutely wrong with waiting until at least... five months before you want to start introducing a person to other people in your life?

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Right. So, after the disastrous Tuesday in the Apothecary last week, I had to wait until later on  - Friday, later on - to get the Dreamless Sleep. Needless to say, I completely buggered up practise on Wednesday, and we - of course - lost the game against Wimbourne on Saturday. But since I've got it, I've actually managed to get a full nights' sleep, which is good. I just, really, really, hope, this stressful dreaming stops.

Sunday made things a bit better, though. Brigid's a brilliant kid (I still can't believe George has one)

And. You know.

I wouldn't mind ever having at least one. Even if it put an end to my Quidditch career. It's the marriage/father part of the equation that's really holding me back, I guess. I don't like the idea of investing in something that's not going to last. If it was

No. not going there. I'm just not.
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As much as I'd love to get my hands on that new broom, I'd prefer to wait until the hype dies down. Sorry, Woody.

In other, more exciting news! St. Patty's Day is here, and despite my distinct lack of Irish heritage, I'm going to celebrate anyway. Who's with me?

it's ridiculously late at night and I really should be asleep as i've got practise first thing in the morning, but I had a dream. about him. for the third night in a row and fuck it all, I can't go back to sleep now.

I hate having insomnia.

Sometimes, people are just really daft.

I mean, if I send off an owl saying "we've got important things to talk about, let's meet," where in there is code for "I fully plan on taking my knickers off for you"? Especially if I've, somehow, managed to avoid doing just that for however long we've been in each other's company.

private to Adrian -
On the bright side of things, you really haven't got that much to worry about with your daughter, at least on the Quidditch-and-drugs side of things. Apparently, Sellers was sacked for his gilly weed habit and nothing else. And he seems to have known better than to send any his brother's way - at least that's what he told me. He claims to not have contacted him in anyway. He's been busy trying to figure out how to spin this into "new fame," the tit.

I could always talk to the ex-coach, if you need, or keep an ear out just in case.

Wow.

This really has just been the best week ever.

Sort of reminds me of right after

private to Al -
sorry
                      I don't really get why

I'm going to start wearing sacks for clothing

you all right since I completely fucked up our night out without even trying?

private to Alicia -

Remember how you asked if there was anything you could do? I changed my mind.

Fuck! I knew it. I fucking knew it. Those

private -
I can't fucking believe this. We're down three sodding players, and their replacements are replacements for a reason. They aren't good enough! What the fuck were those idiots thinking? And to top it all off, I wasn't even up to going out with either bloke after we lost another damn game on Saturday.

Ugh. We are so fucked.
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It may be the middle of the day, but I need a drink. Or a few.

Ever since the announcement of the drug test this weekend, a very good amount of the team has been acting like a bunch of idiots during practise. I'm going to go ahead and hope it doesn't mean what I think it means and that they get someone to piss in their cups for them, but considering we somehow managed to lose to the sodding Chudley Cannons, I'm not so sure. Fuck.

I haven't decided who I'd rather spend Valentine's Day with. There's the bloke, Julius, that I mentioned a week or so back. And then there's Matthew, who I met last week. They're fairly matched looks and personality-wise. And I could use the time to get to know either one of them better. Maybe I'll just write their names down and play eeny, meeny, miny moe.