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I sincerely miss teaching night classes. This is crap.
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March 1st, 2008 @ 12:07pm
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I woke up today and discovered that not only was I a year older, but I was a year better-looking.
Which was a relief, you know.
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February 12th, 2008 @ 10:20pm
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Well. There are going to be a few dozen people in the classes I've been teaching nights left upset by sudden instructor change, but I've talked to my bosses and I should be able to pick up a few day classes. It's less than half the amount of work I was doing before, though, so tomorrow I get to start looking for a second job again. Thank Merlin it's a Muggle studio or I suppose they'd have cancelled the classes altogether.
On the bright side, I am at least 2% less fearful of being attacked by a rampaging mob of terrorists than I was last week. Thank you, Minister!
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February 1st, 2008 @ 4:24pm
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( Jack. )
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January 22nd, 2008 @ 7:08pm
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I am immensely fucking tired. of everybody's shit.
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December 13th, 2007 @ 2:23am
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You people need to embrace the Christmas bloody spirit already. Why am I not seeing more entries about the joy of being alive and how excited you all are to get together with family and friends to celebrate the good things in life? Christmas is not about what sentient plants are doing to abuse you, the trials of holiday shopping, or the best ways to evict Christmas carolers! It's about coming together and being happy and thankful for what you have, and making an effort to cheer the people around you!
In honour of the Christmas spirit, I will be hosting an evening of Christmas spirits. All of you are invited. If you need directions to my flat, just owl me. There will be no politics at this evening of Christmas spirits, because Christmas is about treating humankind as one big family; for all that you might squawk at each other, there is love underneath it all. Underaged troublemakers are welcome, but must be discreet when trying to con booze off of adults, unless they would like to be hexed and/or boxed about the ears. The evening chosen is December the 19th starting at 6 pm.
-Lindy
[Jack]
This is directed to you, too. If I don't see you smiling tomorrow morning, I'll beat you. I don't know what's up your arse this week, but get laid, eat a pint of ice cream, buy a record, or whatever it is you have to do. You're being annoying. Stop it.
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November 26th, 2007 @ 9:02am
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November 11th, 2007 @ 7:47pm
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Today was Remembrance Sunday. I know a lot of Wizards don't pay attention to it since it has to do with Muggle wars, but we don't have particularly adequate remembrance strategies in place, so I like to observe it, poppy and all. The ceremonies are very structured, very monotonous, but it's good to get everyone thinking about war and its consequences. The only trouble I've ever had with the holiday is the inevitable guilt. I don't agree with people starting wars, no matter how upset they are. I don't agree with violence. I am a pacifist. So, you can understand, my sympathy for fallen soldiers and their loved ones is inevitably rather bitter. I admire the principles behind people joining armies. I admire the intent. But there are far better ways to solve one's problems, and just because it's generally the government advocating armed action that leads to young people signing up to lose their lives, doesn't make it any less a bad choice on the young people's parts. They should look into the validity of and motivations for their government's decision before deciding to die for it.
At any rate. A poem. They seem to be popular here, and I love a good trend here and there.
'next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country 'tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language and even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?'
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water.
-e. e. cummings
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October 15th, 2007 @ 10:10am
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I just got an absurd amount of blood removed from my body. Apparently this is all part of regular check-ups, but I still can't help but suspect that my Healer secretly loathes me and is trying, year by year, to drain me of all my vital fluids until eventually I'll just wither up and blow away.
Also, I stubbed my toe getting dressed.
Happy belated birthday to Lily Evans, Sirius Black, and Jack Sinistra.
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There's a very interesting book out right now by a man named Michel Foucault, called Histoire de la sexualité, 1: la volonté de savoir. As you might be able to guess, it's the first volume of a history of sexuality. I've been reading it, and while my French isn't nearly as up to par as I'd like it to be – to be honest, I can understand a hell of a lot more than a communicate, but that probably applies to my English skills as well – so far as I can tell, he's under the impression (amongst many other things) that the Victorian era actually encouraged sexuality and helped it to flourish. (Again, I'm probably not doing his ideas justice, so you'll forgive an Englishman for his massacre of French ideals, won't you?) It's very interesting. I'm not sure if I agree with him – all that nasty business about putting sharp things around the genitals of little boys so they couldn't have wet dreams really seems a bit odd to me – but in a way, it's worth considering. Basically the idea seems to be that since in the Victorian era (and onwards) we all started TALKING about sex so much (albeit to condemn it), it opened up worlds for us in terms of … being able to think about our sexuality. And to cope with it. Or something like that, I don't really know.
I think everything I meant to say just fell apart. I suppose this is why my essays always received poor grades.
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