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[Feb. 18th, 2008|10:59 am] |
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Valentines Day was just so... Interesting. I spent the entire day at St. Mungo's, working. I never knew there were so many love-related injuries. You wouldn't believe the number of puncture victims we had, and love-potion-gone-wrong victims, and bite victims. Those alone kept me busy all morning, running from floor to floor.
I did really enjoy helping to pass out the valentines to the children, though. They always put me in a better mood.
Hope everyone else had a fantastic week!
I've been scheduled three 12 hour shifts a week, which is brilliant because that means I get 4 days off a week, and I'm still making the same amount as if I worked every day for 5 hours... So with all this new-found free time, who wants to hang out? I feel like I've been staring at these old medi-witches and wizards for too long! I need some younger, more familiar faces! |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2008|08:49 pm] |
The game was fantastic-- I froze my bloody arse off, though! Next time I should bring some warmer clothes... And work on my heating charm!
The party was even better, although I was seriously hung over afterwards, it's not even funny. However, what is even more un-funny is the fact that while I slept until around eleven, when I woke up I found a tray of steaming coffee, made the way I like it, with a pile of freshly made chocolate chip scones. Bloody. Hell. My mother is driving me batshit.
I couldn't even run to the bathroom for some post-binge-drinking sickness because my mother was knitting in the living room-- And while I tried not to get sick from the smell of the scones (as fantastic as they were to eat once I felt better), I looked around my room... And it's still decorated the way it was when I was 12. I've got seafoam green walls and lacy, frilly bed-spread and it's just way too young. I need to get out of the Burrow, I need to move OUT of this place!
I love my family, I really do, but I think I'm more of an adult than I thought I was. |
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