| [008] Monday 8 December 2005. |
[Mon Dec 8 | 11:37pm] |
WELL, I hope NO ONE MINDS me sitting around in the labs in my boxer shorts, given how RIDICULOUSLY HOT it is in here. Wow. I'm probably violating all kinds of rules about SAFETY and DECENCY, but who can refuse boxer shorts with rocketships on them? Too bad I didn't wear my favourite pair with the dinosaurs that really roar today instead, but if it's still this HOT tomorrow, then it'll all work out in the end.
I should probably take pictures of myself right and press them into my journal now that we can do that. And does anyone think I can get away being dressed like this if I go to that party on Saturday?
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| [007] Sunday 23 November 2005. |
[Sun Nov 23 | 4:22am] |
This was INEVITABLE, so I may as well get it over with.
MICHAEL, I WAS THE ONE WHO LEFT THAT GIRLY PINK HAIRSPRAY AND THE STUFFED SQUIRREL ON YOUR DESK THIS THURSDAY. IT WAS ME. Or is that supposed to be 'It was I'? EITHER WAY, you've got to thank ME for the GENEROUS presents, even if you're a HEARTLESS BASTARD who gave the stuff away when Christmas is still a month away.
I thought you would have looked pretty with pink sugar sparkles in your hair and a toy squirrel under your arm, by the way.
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| [006] Monday 17 November 2005. |
[Mon Nov 17 | 9:42pm] |
I don't really know what to say. Should I have said that?
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| [005] Sunday 9 November 2005. |
[Sun Nov 9 | 9:03am] |
I think I set a NEW PERSONAL RECORD this past Wednesday when it comes to fingers lost to firecrackers on Bonfire Night. The Healers at St Mungo's had to re-attach SIX this time. I'd never got past THREE before.
THANK MERLIN I'm a wizard and we've got a health-care system that can do completely MENTAL things like re-grow bones and turn a nose back into a nose after it's mutated into a whistling kettle spout. Mum would have NO IDEA what to do with me otherwise, but it'd probably not be an issue ANYWAY since I'd have blown myself up a long time ago.
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| [004] Thursday 30 October 2005. |
[Thu Oct 30 | 6:27pm] |
This is directed at NO ONE IN PARTICULAR, but COME ON. There's NOTHING WRONG with people who work in Magical Maintenance. Without those blokes, birds, and any trained animals they may or may not keep for some things, the Ministry wouldn't be able to FUNCTION on a day-to-day basis. MICHAEL, what would you do if no one polished the mirrors in the blokes' toilets so that you could stay handsome? And YOU, ANTHONY. What would you do if the sinks weren't kept clean for you to obsessively wash off those imaginary germs on your hands? And what would I, TERRY, do if someone didn't clean up after my accidental property destruction?
Oh yeah, and my DAD works in Magical Maintenance. And he's definitely NOT an idiot, thank you.
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| [003] Tuesday 28 October 2005. |
[Tue Oct 28 | 7:15pm] |
I don't CARE what anyone else says, but I think I'm going to take some of these Puffball things home and play around with them for dinner. Do you think the ones with the claws would taste any different from the tailed mistakes of nature? Would one of the beasts that changes colours have a different flavour for every colour? I'm going to be DISAPPOINTED if red is that artificial cherry shite you get with sweets.
Now, I don't know anything about cooking because that's what Mum's always been there for when I need REAL FOOD rather than cereal, tinned fruit, and salt beef for every meal, but I'm going to give it a shot tonight and hopefully not have Bonfire Night in my home a week early. I haven't the SLIGHTEST IDEA how to go about frying anything, but it can't be TOO hard, eh? Yeah, I'll figure it out for myself. Maybe I should boil the little monsters first? A hot bath would probably do them some good.
Oh BUGGER, one of them just set the bottom of my trousers on fire. I think I'll try roasting that one. Seems fair enough to me.
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| [002] Monday 27 October 2005. |
[Mon Oct 27 | 6:02am] |
I, Terry Boot, have never been one for Hallowe'en, so I'm going to go straight to the BEST holiday of all after Christmas -- Bonfire Night!
Now, I don't know any of that history rubbish about blowing up the king anymore aside from that rhyme, but what I DO know is that I LOVE blowing things up myself. I was thinking of getting my hands on some fireworks and IMPROVING them with magic. Not sure what yet, but I'll think of something, which means I'll make it up as I go along, obviously. ANTHONY, I KNOW you're going to tell me NOT to do something this DANGEROUS because you don't like having fun unless it involves girls, diseases, or girls with diseases if you're greedy and want BOTH, but you KNOW that will make me want to do it EVEN MORE. And don't try that reverse psychology thing. I'll probably frustrate you by taking it as a BLESSING.
Oh, and can someone clear this up for me? I HEARD that Accounting lost the intra-Ministry Quidditch match on Saturday. Was that because accountants are rubbish athletes? Or because since there's probably no such thing as an accountant who plays sports, there wasn't REALLY an Accounting team, so they lost by default because they couldn't REALLY play? INQUIRING MINDS want to know.
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| [001] Sunday 19 October 2005. |
[Sun Oct 19 | 11:55pm] |
You know, I've NEVER really been all that good with this writing sort of thing. It just takes SO LONG to get down everything I'd WANT to say that by the time I've written down a few words that I'll lose my train of thought. Or not, I guess, since I COULD always just stop and re-read what I'd just written, but who wants to do that? Especially if you're like ME and you're the sort of bloke who writes in exactly the same way as you speak, you know? Does anyone else do that, or is it just me?
I guess I could always make things easier for myself and use a Dictaquill, but the last one I put charms on automatically made every word that comes out of my mouth obscene (I'm not sure HOW that happened exactly yet) and it would be unprofessional if these journals are Ministry property meant for Ministry use, right? Anyway, wouldn't it be neater anyway if we could just SPEAK into these things and listen to each other's voices? Muggles can do that sort of thing with the way they communicate and it wouldn't be hard at all for it to be adapted to magic.
Do any of you former Ravenclaws miss my voice at all? I know YOU do, Anthony. You could stand to hear it more often than you already do every day, couldn't you? And how do you STILL have NO kids for Take Your Kids to Work Day tomorrow? I COMPLETELY expected to hear the pitter-patter of little Goldstein feet around the office YEARS and YEARS ago. I'm going to be FIFTY before I get to be called Uncle Terry by your sprog. That breaks my heart, Anthony. It REALLY does.
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