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[Jul. 18th, 2009|10:46 pm] |
I think I may have to either give in and go to China or elope before I get the chance. Either way I'd end up unhappily married, but marrying a Brit would piss my parents off to no end and might just be worth it.
I told them I can't go in the middle of the quidditch season because I have practice every day and my team would probably miss me, but they won't buy it. They said if I had to wait until the off season I could, but they're still bugging me every chance they get. Surely they know that in the week since I last talked to them the quidditch season hasn't ended yet. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|12:20 pm] |
I'm finally all moved in. It's incredibly refreshing to not have to deal with Mr. Hendrickson anymore. To top that off, I'm living with my best friend now. Nevermind my mother's warnings that living with your best friend can kill a friendship. My mother advised against it, but she's the same one pressuring me to go to China.
I did get more of that yesterday. I took the furniture I didn't need over to have my parents store it, so of course over tea they asked me again when I would be going. I told them that I really don't have time with quidditch and all, but I'm sure they'll catch me again in the off-season. I do wonder how long I can put this off. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|09:48 am] |
Mr. Hendrickson is seriously pushing the last straw. If I don't find a new place, I might actually move back in with my parents. It's getting crazy.
Nothing in my flat works anymore. He's always hitting on me and staring in the direction of my breasts. This man is in his 70s or 80s, it's disgusting. He's also after me to get him free tickets to matches. Those are for my friends only. He is definitely not a friend and I pay my rent so I owe him nothing.
I have to get out of here.
In other news, mum and dad are after me to take a trip to China, which isn't a good thing.
I hope everyone else is having a good day, I need someone to cheer me up. |
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