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Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
Gidget's InsaneJournal:
| Sunday, February 24th, 2008 | |
| 8:24 pm | [The Rebz] FUCKING BOLLOCKS Fine. Fenwick was right. Fucked us all over. Sorry. No more unplanned explosions. Least we still have these, right? Owls bite anyway. |
| Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 | |
| 12:09 pm | Gideon hates Rodolol, big surprise. ( The Rebelz ) |
| Monday, February 18th, 2008 | |
| 7:34 am | ( Fenwick ) |
| Saturday, February 16th, 2008 | |
| 10:40 pm | ( Faybeen ) |
| Saturday, January 19th, 2008 | |
| 10:00 pm | Fay Ed I'm going to We need t Edgar Bones is a hero and the only one of us with any guts at all. Wizarding Britain's lost its finest today. Go on and kill me too for saying it. [The Boys] We pussied around and Ed went in there alone and now he's dead so fuck all I am DONE waiting on Moody or Dumbledore or whoever the SHIT else. |
| Thursday, January 17th, 2008 | |
| 3:44 pm | What the shit. |
| Wednesday, December 5th, 2007 | |
| 4:25 pm | 018; in which our hero has not been snogged recently, so quit complaining you twats. Why didn't we have mistletoe at Hogwarts in our day, I'd like to know? What a brilliant excuse for snogging in the corridors. Really, you kids should be more excited about this. |
| Friday, October 19th, 2007 | |
| 8:35 pm | 017; in which our hero makes something clear For the record, I do NOT miss making Moody's lunches. |
| Saturday, September 29th, 2007 | |
| 10:55 am | 016; in which our hero is invigorated by the need to do something. Now. ( Fay, Benjy, Quinn, Alice and Edgar-when-he-is-okay ) ( Amelia Bones ) |
| Tuesday, September 25th, 2007 | |
| 4:06 pm | 015; in which our hero is suffering from depression. ( Private to friendly eyes, except for Alphard. ) |
| Sunday, September 9th, 2007 | |
| 1:13 pm | 014; in which the silver lining is revealed. Guess what I have done for the past week? Slept in. Suck on THAT, Bella. [Private to Fabian] Sorry about the kitchen. I was bored. And drunk. |
| Wednesday, September 5th, 2007 | |
| 10:09 pm | 013; in which our hero is MOST DISPLEASED ( LOCKED FROM FUCKING PRICKS WHO WOULD ENJOY THIS ) |
| Monday, August 27th, 2007 | |
| 11:07 pm | 012; in which our hero defends his allybean's honour! ( Hexed against Arseholes ) |
| Wednesday, August 1st, 2007 | |
| 12:47 pm | In which our hero's heart is BROKEN and his hopes are DASHED. WHY OH WHY WAS I NOT INVITED TO LAST WEEKEND'S SHINDIG? The snub is killing me. I found myself crying into my porridge this morning. How will I EVER GET OVER the knowledge that I missed a chance to see dear old Rabbie flirting with cousin Regulus? |
| Tuesday, July 17th, 2007 | |
| 3:49 pm | 010; in which our hero is NOT GAY, don't make him tell you again! Right. So my sodding dare is to sodding rate the attractiveness of all the males with journals. Easy. YOU ALL GET FUCKING ZEROS BECAUSE I WOULD NOT SHAG ANY OF YOU, AS I LIKE WOMEN. Happy, Fenwick? |
| Sunday, July 15th, 2007 | |
| 3:09 pm | 009; in which our hero dislikes his psychiatric evaluation ( Hexed PRIVATE to FRIENDLY SORTS so that Tom Sodding Riddle supporters will not get the BLOODY SATISFACTION. ) My assigned psychwizard seems like a really brilliant fellow. I'm sure we'll have lovely times together, chatting away like old friends. I don't know how I'll ever repay Bella |
| Thursday, July 5th, 2007 | |
| 2:41 pm | 008; in which our hero is MADE OF RAGE. Bloody buggering fuck. CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER? THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN. I can't take out my wand til the sodding buggery fucking dark wizards are actually throwing Crucios at me, is that it? Bullshit, this is bullshit. [Private to fellow recent Auror graduates and friends] Right. There's got to be a way around this. PSYCHOLOGICAL EXAMINATIONS? I'm not the bloody one who needs his head examined, Minister Riddle. Merlin's bloody balls. How would they like it if we all fucking went on strike and they didn't have any sodding Auror force left, that's what I'd like to know. |
| Wednesday, June 27th, 2007 | |
| 2:48 pm | 007; in which our hero is in desperate need of something with which to CLEANSE HIS BRAIN and body Hey, muggleborns and that: Anybody got any of that bleachy stuff? I could use some. |
| Monday, June 25th, 2007 | |
| 7:13 pm | 006; in which our hero has suffered a most grevious loss, and wants his brother to stop biting him  The sanity of one Fabian Ganymede Prewett, esq. Reward: A beer on the tab of the concerned family. (Hint. If he looks like this:  Then you've found Crazy Fay, not Sane Fay, and I don't want him.) |
| Friday, May 18th, 2007 | |
| 11:39 pm | 005; in which our hero is fresh as a daisy and none-too-happy about it I've run out of soap. I had to use Fay's. My hair smells like flowers. Ugh. |