callieoconnor

OOC meme answers

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 19:54:23 GMT

Silas' questions.

Do you have any confessions for me, Sister?
Bless me father, for I have sinned. Since my last confession 6 days ago I have taken the lord's name in vain 362 times, used profane language 2107 times, consorted with a man outside the confines of holy matrimony, used libation to excess, encouraged others to consort outside the confines of marriage, and cut off a little old lady hopping onto the Tube.

When was the last time you had a really good ... prayer meeting?
The Jews, during a certain time of the year, engage in an all-night Torah study session and prayer meeting, to glorify God.
I partook of God's chosen people's excellent idea of how to glorify god just 2 nights ago.

Did I ever repay you for that particular rescue?
No, you didn't.

Are we Dan's tag team of rescuers, or what? Should be be going over a schedule to make certain all times are covered?
It's that or radio collar him so we can track his movements at all times.

It's my understanding that everyone within your department is a deviant of some sort. What's your favoured sin?
What department? I'm just a researcher.
(lust)

OOC meme

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 15:30:59 GMT

The Mission Objectives:
1 -- Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 -- I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 -- You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 -- You'll include this explanation.
5 -- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

Lost and found

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 01:36:35 GMT

I am packing to move (again) and came across this, wedged down behind a bookshelf and buried under one of my copies of the Talmud Bavli M'vuar, M'turgam, U'mnukad, Tractate Shabbat, II, Volume 3 by Steinsalz and a copy of Hegel for an extra kick in the pants. One hell of a laugh... 4 years ago I was writing bitching about Daniel Soong's hormones and screwed up relationships... and here we are becoming roomies, in a flat neither of us could never afford otherwise. It's safety and security- we'll each have someone looking out for us- and the place is enormous, so we'll both have privacy. Hank is faintly bemused, but has opined he doesn't think losing me to Dan is a possibility.

Days flow into a rhythm now, even though work is never the same twice. Everything is edged in red-raw and ash-grey, flaring into heat and anger every time there is another attack. Logan is laced with anger and a thread of desperation- along with unholy rage at what Amaterasu did to him. I'm not too fond of her either, for in her askings and proddings, just as she graced him (or cursed him) with light, there is now a dark in me that wasn't there before. Not even the friendship of Daniel or the uncomplicated, easy rapport with Hank can dispel it. And I suppose that was all well and good; I was incomplete and unbalanced before, as was Logan. Even the Yin and the Yang have a spot of the other in them, for neither can truly exist without the other.

I wonder if I can help Daniel understand. This is his world now.

I want to be the...That seduction meme result

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 17:45:12 GMT

Oh dear.

Fri, 26 May 2006 22:15:10 GMT

Death and fucking.
What a week.

I'm a full Unspeakable. Have been for a while. Daniel's doing phenominally in training though I don't think he quite gets that. Logan and I nearly fried ourselves. Madness. Genius. Insanity. But it worked. My very bones ache and I can't manage spellcasting for very long, I'm so worn out. 3 aurors and some support crew died, in the chaos around us. Shredl remembers me. I know this should terrify me, instead, it just makes me very angry.

I need new clothes. Shopping expedition was a success in an unexpected way, but I don't think I'll be going back there. I fucking hate the help. I need to send Logan a gallon of paint, too, and a new pot. I don't want to think about that night any more. About what almost happened. M is a solace. Of a very bizarre sort. A reminder of what I cannot have, in so many ways though.

damnit!

Late spring, 77

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 04:33:40 GMT

ASDJHKHGFLKLF!

What the fuck am I thinking? What the hell am I doing! I don't have time for this! It's all wrong! It's built on lust and attraction and god. he's ruddy brilliant and gets me and understands and.

AUGH!

Bloody hell. It's madness. I am being a moron. I have a career to focus on. Yes. Quite. A demanding, exasperating career which requires all of my attention and skill. Mine is a line of work one cannot slip up in. Very full life, yes. Work. Ministry IM Quid team beater. Painting with Elizabeth. I do not have time to be playing games with young men who intend to have a bloody harem of housemates. I should go read. Something.

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 19:05:19 GMT

It's tiny. Not enough room for my books and my art supplies. Still seems too big. I've painted the walls, bright colours. When really, all I see is grey. I like Elizabeth. As a person, not as a duty. It's almost a relief to visit her, get away from things, just draw and paint. So too going out to a pick-up quidditch match, bleed some energy and anger that way.

Work's not a respite. But I hunker down in the library anyway. Even though it physically hurts. There was a shift, palpable but there, in my lines when I took the ring off. Joss and Logan both give off such feral desires in their webbing. Light to dark. Life to death. Life is no virginal thing, it's messy, passionate, takes and grabs with both hands. Does he know how shocked I am to find myself, younger, greener, less skilled than he to find myself standing as his balance, Yin to his Yang, though the analogy breaks down almost immediately I must note as Yin is moonlight whereas Yang is sun though perhaps not such a breakdown, given the sun's ability to scorch plus his general modus operandi versus my moon pale way of doing things and the female is the one that cradles life. Life.

"I think you're going to delay him"
Which. Ascention, or Fall? Please let it be the Fall. He has work to do. I must keep him here until that's done. For a month, a year, 30? Who knows.

It hurts.

Back to reading. I do wonder if getting another Sigil would be worth it. Every damn Church supply shop carries them.

Sat, 09 Jul 2005 19:27:00 GMT

It's very odd, to be alone in my head. It's been several days now. Strangely, it's not hollow, it's just. Odd.

More research on KW. What the hell is he. How did he gain all this knowledge- moreover, how did his mother, and who sent that poem, and...and.. More questions. So few answers. But on a related note, fuck you, Dermot Mulcahey, for your ghostly return. I don't have time for you.

I need to do a core dump with Swann. Try and get her mad research skills honed on the crumbling of the Gate and the Unmaking. KW has to tie into the unmaking.

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 14:54:03 GMT

Callie's notes are vast and enormous, neat as a pin, colour coded, and in several different languages-but largely Aramaic. A symbol is drawn, triangle in circle, along with copious notes on what happened with said sigil in the carnival showdown. Floorplan of house in New Orleans, transcriptions of conversations.

To do:
-convince healers to let me out earlier.
-failing that, get away from these two nutjobs and into a private room.
-while cooling heels, get secure channel, get rest of notes from office, update chart.
-pester public records about the record search just to tie up loose end, this seems pretty damn obvious. KR Worth and the Tales from the Halls of Valor. Krillian Worth. I want to know every detail of KW's godforsaken life, though. DP search? additional archives search? Wizengamut search, juvenile records search (get warrant to search sealed juvie files, I think we have ample cause here)
-Talk to Kauton when she's not drinking with Katherine, ascertain what she knows of the Halls of Valor, get list of children involved- possible additional targets for Worth beyond the ones notes in the 'prizes' at the fair?
-Look up on 'Shredl', name mentioned by AN in ward.
-Quietly follow up on order list from AN, see what MLE turns up- route request through Oceania to AN cc CM on it

in a smaller hand
I felt something shift, when Logan did that voodoo that he does so well.
The locket's dead. It winked out at about 3 am, I'd felt it weakening steadily for hours. It's been so long since I've been alone in my own head. I looked, there is no thread trailing off, away from me.

Ironic, really.

Logtastic!

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 14:34:13 GMT

I'm sorry, you want what?

Katherine Aubrey goes to Mysteries to try to get her hands on some research Donelle Darkfell requested. Things don't precisely go smoothly when the person she asks is very familiar with Donelle's security protocols. With special snarky guest appearances by Logan! Rated PG for the mad obscene hate the girls are thinking really hard at one another.

Circular Room

Rather than a classic hallway or lobby area, the Department of Mysteries uses a round room to keep those who have no business being here at least guessing. The stone walls are black basalt and the floor is a highly polished version of the same, to the point that it is much like standing on black glass with faint flecks of silver sparkle in the depths. A series of twelve doors is set at even intervals around the room, every one painted black to match the rest of the decor. None of the doors possess a handle, visible seal, or locking mechanism. Mounted on the wall between the doors are black iron sconces that support magical flames that burn hot-blue, providing an eerie light to the already darkened room.
Being a member of the Ministry, most of the doors are open to you, but three of the ten are locked, and the handles grow red hot under your touch, should you attempt to try the lock. You'd also know that the doors will push open to a firm touch.

Obvious Exits:
Locked Door ................ Planetarium ................
Research Lab ............... Library ....................
Hall of Prophecy ........... Time Hall .................. <th>
Veil Room .................. Hallway ....................

Humans:
Callie Katherine Logan

He was inside his office, in a foul mood. So foul he was breaking the rules and smoking inside it. In a haze of cancer-inducing nicotine laced tobacco smoke, Logan is still poring through the paperwork that he needs to go over before he can head off to New Orleans, his eyebrow twitching a little bit at all the rules and regulations in place. It all amounted to the same thing: Logan, do your damned best NOT to destroy anything this time. Bastards. Where was the freedom in field work? With a snort, he takes another drag of his cigarette, and flips through another page at the details of the trip. Two tickets for both himself and his trainee (ratzifratzinusuallyworkalonegrumble). Two hotel rooms (thank god). Receipts for the trip sent to the department of human resources for recompensation blablabla.....blah.

Suddenly the walls start to spin around you, the torches on the wall becoming a blur of blue light that is almost bright enough to blind as they pass faster and faster, the doors blurring together until.. moments later, they stop just as suddenly.

Meanwhile, outside his door, Callie was carefully laying a set of air-cleansing charms around the edges of the portal.

Weird... freaking... Mysteries place. Who on Earth can even tell what time it is down here? It's like... it's like... it's like the dungeons at Hogwarts that Katherine used to sleep in. Except for the randomly flashing lights. She finally gets to the bottom of the stairs and dusts her hands off from their firm placement in her pockets, walking slowly further into the room. Grumbling and cursing... and look, there's a familiar face outside of it. She smiles a little when she sees Callie and walks a little faster, lifting her head. "Hallo there, Callie. How's Mysteries treating you?"

Callie straightens up, furrowing her brow. "Hello, Katherine. What brings you to our little corner of oddness in the Ministry?" She cocks one ear to make sure no spews of obscenity sail forth from her boss' office.

Katherine gives Callie a friendly smile, eyeing the door curiously before nodding her head: "I'm afraid it isn't entirely a social call. I'm looking for a report that was requested... a week or so ago, I think. Donelle Darkefell was looking to get the magical spectrometer used to study portkey emissions? I just wanted to pick up the report." Don't ask why. Don't ask why. Katherine just smiles peacefully. This is business. Obviously business.

"No." Callie replies, smiling equally peacefully. "I'm sorry, but no." With that, she goes back to finishing the air purification charms.

"O'Connor!" comes the holler from the office. "Who the hell's blocking my light outside the damned door?" Logan-speak, for 'Who's come to call on me?' Yup. The Unspeakable, as always, was in a wretched mood, his cigarette clamped over his lips. What's taking so damned long for all this paperwork to be cleared anyways? He just wanted to go to Yank country, snag the magazine, and come back so he and Callie could decipher the work, if there was any deciphering.

wtasdfasd... damn. "Er, can I ask why not?" Katherine replies, tilting her head to the side. "Donelle's not an intern down here so any information she's getting *probably* wouldn't be classified, and I'm not asking to use any heavy machinery or discover any very strange secrets. If *I* requested a report on portkey emissions..." She pauses then, though, eyeing the door with a grimace. "...I've woken a dragon, have I?"

"It is classified, you're a trainee, and it's incredibly against protocol and security for a trainee to traipse on over here and blithely ask for a report without going through channels." Callie speaks in a cold, flat tone, one which brooks no argument, and her icy eyes have gone utterly dead. "If your /department/ wants it, then they ought to know by now that someone of appropriate clearance needs to make the request through appropriate channels to one of our Unspeakables, notably Oceania Swann or Logan Drake." A pause, and she calls through the door, "I've got it, Sir."

Well that was what underlings were for. Logan eyeballs the door suspiciously, before going back to his papers. If Katherine was going to persist on seeing him, he'll talk to her. But right now, he lets Callie handle the protocol talk. Why the hell did the trainee want the report anyways? Did the MLE request it? Normally it would be Elsbeth talking to him right now and asking him for the file, or Cherise, or Adelaide Stark (or Drake. Or Nosfertum, whatever the hell else she's going by these days, he can't keep track anymore).

"...It isn't a request from my department." Katherine tightens her jaw a little, inclining her head to Callie and taking a breath. "You're aware where Donelle is staying. You're aware, therefore, of the clearance of the individual keeping an eye on her. If you won't give it to me, will you deliver it via owl or however things get delivered down here to her place of residence?" She sighs and shakes her head slightly: "I'm not trying to subvert protocol. I'm not trying to destroy the world via top secret information. If I've got to talk to someone else then I'll do so, but I'd love for *someone* to tell me one of these days precisely what channels I have to go through to find what out. Maybe I should read my training manual again." Katherine is continuing to smile. She's not having any *fun* with it, but she's smiling nevertheless.

"I know Donelle too, Katherine, and I would not /dream/ of delivering classified materials to her on an inappropriate person's say so. In fact," Callie continues on, icier than a glacier, "I would never give out materials she requested to anyone but her or someone she had, in person and in writing, designated to me, because for her to send a /lackey/ is utterly at odds with her security protocols and methods. So unless you have other business here, I suggest you hie back to your cube in the MLE." With that, the trainee Unspeakable turns away.

"She *requested* the report, Callie. If you won't send it to her home, precisely what will you do with it? At least -- " Katherine takes a deep breath, stepping to the side to look into Callie's face. "At least read the thing, or have someone who knows what they're looking at do so. Take a look at its results. This is not some damn cute attempt of mine to sneak a peek at what Mysteries does all day, this is..." She grits her teeth again -- walls at every turn. "Forget it. You want to play games with paperwork and protocol, fine. I'll get what needs to be done done." She turns back away, heading back to the stairs and taking a deep breath to keep the fire to Callie's ice at a lower roar.

Callie narrows her gaze at the girl's back and says, "Learn manners, Aubrey. when you're told no, go to your superiors and do things the right way. Otherwise? You will do a /fine/ job of making a career's worth of enemies- and stonewalling- in this department. And given your attitude, every other department in this building. Don't bother coming back."

Pausing, Katherine turns around and points to the stairs. "Why Miss O'Connor, that's precisely what I intend to do. I intend to talk to someone who can actually help me. But it seems like I'm doing a marvelous job of being stonewalled already. Do have a nice evening, and say hello to Cedwic for me. But remember? I'm going to be precisely as polite to you as you are to me, Trainee O'Connor." With that she turns around again and hikes up the stairs. You can almost *hear* the echoes of her grinding teeth.

He watches the byplay between the two girls from his office, Logan puffing a little bit from his cigarette. Women. Honestly. Did those two know each other? Did they date each other's boyfriends? The growing hostility was so palpable, so tangible he could douse salt over the surface and eat it for dinner. He props his chin on one hand, expelling a smoky breath, and stabs his cigarette out in his loaded ashtray. Hm. Should get that taken care of sometime this season.

Callie strides to her cube and pulls out a few pieces of parchment, writing quickly. Blowing on the paper to dry the ink, she then heads to the mailboxes, and files the notes for others.

Katherine has left.

Yup. He gets the paper, and reads the notice. "Hm." That's all Logan says to it. Callie seemed to know Donelle from the experiment she had with the spectrometer, so he doesn't bother questioning O'Connor's judgment. If it was out of character for her to request the document through an unranked third party, then he didn't see any need to question it. Besides, the less headaches the better. Looks like his trainee was useful for a 'screen' as well.

Callie goes and thunks into her seat, digging her hands into her hair. Growled, "She's as big an entitled bitch as she was in school."

"Who the hell was she?" Logan came, absent and for the most part disinterested. Katherine was attractive for jailbait. He knew, he had the Lay Dar tingling in every hour of every day considering which family he hailed from. But the inquiry was bland, and heard considering Callie's cubicle was just outside his office.

"She's a trainee in the MLE. Last year's head girl. Katherine Aubrey." Callie calls, getting up and heading for his doorway. Tightly, "I think I'm ordering thai food. Shall I get you the usual?"

"You sound happy to see her," Logan remarks, dryly. Of course he was being sarcastic at the first, but he wanted to know the real reason why O'Connor was so pissed off over this. If it were an adeptus or Kauton she wouldn't be acting this way. Then again, this -did- concern Darkefell and the two girls seemed to be close. Then again, his perception of human relationships tend to be off. "Yeah, sure. You can get the cash from the usual place." Wait, since when did Callie have access to Logan's money pouch?

Digging in her pocket, Callie pulls out her wallet before heading for Logan's cash stash. A sigh, and she leans against the doorframe. "I don't think she came on Donelle's word. Donelle's /extremely/ cautious in her work. I helped make the first Darkfell broom- the 100- and even I was never privvy to all of the plans, all of the research." Wait, Callie helped with that? "She never draws her schematics completely, lest they fall into the wrong hands. She never asks others to pull her research for her."

Logan frowns. "What the hell would she want with the report if it's for her sole benefit only?" he remarks, folding his arms behind his head. Yeah. That sounded shady, didn't it? If there was one thing about Unspeakables work, it was the fact that almost everything they dealt with was confidential information. Classified. Hence he knew where Callie was coming from. "Unless she's a bloody GENIUS I doubt there's any way she could understand the data. Hm. Shady."

"There were 3 of us who helped Donelle, and she wasn't one of them. One's in Azkaban, one's a second year trainee in the MLE, Vivian Barlow, a housemate of mine. Barlow would not be so stupid or arrogant as to send Aubrey. She would have come herself and explained fully, in a near whisper, while afraid to make eye contact." Callie explains, patient and simple.

Azkaban? A brow lifts slowly at that, but Logan dismisses it. Teenagers. What the hell did they know anyways? "Alright," he grunts. "You know who's involved and you know the Darkefell girl better, it's why I didn't intervene."
He turns back to his papers, tapping slightly on the disclaimer in the end with a snort.

Nodding shortly, Callie says in a gentler tone than he's ever heard from her, "And I appreciate it, sir." with that, she heads for the fire to call in the order. With a buncha thai iced teas. >.>

See? He wasn't a COMPLETE brute, pounding on Callie and demanding answers for her. Besides, if he can't trust his own trainee to be able to handle stuff, who can he? Oceania? At this point he knew Callie's methods better than the former's and she was his -classmate- back in Hogwarts. Logan continues quietly to go through his own materials, raking a hand through his hair. Ministry knows that James Drake had asked for a sabbatical to take care of things with the Drake clan's ailing grandfather. Logan stuck around to work, but...well, the Drakes had always been a tight knit clan. One missing link and it affected everyone in the chain. Probably why he was in such a foul mood.

20 minutes- and one cheek smooch to a little old guy later- Callie returns bearing dinner. "Sir? food." Apparently, smooching the old guy netted her two gratis iced teas tonight, meaning they each have a couple. Hello, sugary caffeine high.

"Thanks." OMG he said thank you! It only took ...what? HALF A YEAR for the blasted bastard to do anything more than snarl at her? Logan looks up and takes the wizard-foam box that contained his order, as well as one of the iced teas. He can only....well, smirk at the extra one. Ah, poor old man. He either adored Callie as a granddaughter or dreamed of her showering in his sleep.

Mmmm. Naked Callie.

He punches a straw into his drink and takes a long drawn out drink from it.

Heading back to her cubicle to find her nice chopsticks- yes, she keeps a pair here- she returns to reclaim her part of the luscious bounty. "Sir, is all the paperwork cleared for New Orleans? If so, I'll be ready to go in the morning."

fin

Meeeeeeme

Sun, 01 May 2005 01:12:42 GMT

Perhaps this will kick me into having Callie out more. Mysteries is fun

01. Who are you, what's our relationship?:
02. How and where did we meet?:
03. What's my middle name/s?:
04. How long have you known me?:
05. Tell me one good thing about myself:
06. When you first saw me what was your impression?:
07. My age:
08. Birthday:
09. My favorite band at the moment:
10. Colour eyes:
11. Do I have any siblings?:
12. Have you ever had a crush on me?:
13. What's one of my favorite things to do?:
14. Do you remember one of the first things I said to you?:
15. Describe me in 3 words:
16. Name 5 things i love:
17. Do you think I'm good looking?:
18. How would you describe me to someone?:
19. Would you ever date me?:
20. Tell me one thing you've always wanted to say but never did:
21: What do you like most about me?:
22: If we could spend a day together what would we do?:
23: Have we ever gotten in a fight?:
24: Do you think we will be friends for at least 3 or 4 more years?:
25. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it:
26. What do you think my weakness is?:
27. Do you think I'll get married?:
28. What makes me happy?:
29. What makes me sad?:
30. What reminds you of me?:
31. If you could give me anything what would it be?:
32. When's the last time you saw me?:
33. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?:
34. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?:
35. Are you going to put this on your Livejournal and see what I say about you?:
36. If I was an ice cream flavor, which would I be and why?:
37. What song (if any) reminds you of me?:
38. If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?:
39. Would you make a move on me?:
40. Do I cross your mind at least once a day?:

Fri, 04 Mar 2005 19:06:27 GMT

God my to do list is a mile long. Mail presents, owl Donelle to see if we can get together over hols, give up and get a damn license and just get married already, get books for the- ugh- additional classes I'm now in, read up on geomancy since I get to take a field trip with my new asshole boss, and I've a feeling I need to start working out more.

The new boss is terrifying. Utterly terrifying. Runes guy. Big honking runes guy. I think he's distressed I never even took runes and intends to make me suffer for that little oversight. I should have bloody well copped out of the overachiever track and been a starving artist. Thank god it's the holidays- alcohol aplenty.

That's great it starts with an earthquake

Tue, 05 Oct 2004 18:31:46 GMT

OOC.

In the 'never thought I'd see it' file...

+quid/points

House P W D L For Against Diff
==========================================
Ravenclaw 2 2 0 0 330 10 320
Hufflepuff 2 2 0 0 330 20 310
Slytherin 2 0 0 2 20 320 -300
Gryffindor 2 0 0 2 10 340 -330

The world, she is ending

Fri, 27 Aug 2004 13:48:18 GMT

We won.
Oh my God. I think I'll stop in a church while we're in Germany and kneel and pray for longer than I have in a long, long time. Thank you God. I have finally tasted what winning a single damn game feels like. It was beautiful, and if this doesn't raise Vivian's confidence I don't know what will. I've never seen a student seeker find the snitch so fast!

We won.
Oh my god.

Insanity

Fri, 23 Jul 2004 13:44:43 GMT

Not even going to waste the time writing about Dan and that boy's hormones. Good god.

Something happened the other night that still has my head spinning. Came out of Solvinsky's session to find Jake from Gryffindor and Nikki from Slytherin standing there with cigarettes. How stupid do you have to be to be standing outside a freaking classroom with specifically prohibited contraband!. I docked them and impounded the stuff, Jake was a touch snarky so, joy of joys, more points, and then this Hufflepuff Aodhan just starts....going. And going. And going And right when he started, Solvinsky came out, and he just wouldn't stop. You know, fine, whatever, question my authority to dock points, I can patiently explain the school rules. But holy shit. When a Professor tells you to zip it, you do. And this kid just...kept...going. He insulted me (fine. Whatever. Entitled to his opinion), and then he insulted the prof! Over and over and over again! And didn't follow a direct order, 3 times, from Solvinsky, and called Solvinsky not a true Hufflepuff and just...

Gah. The drama.

Meanwhile, Jake's smiling like the cat who got the canary and making the best of it all.
Goddamnit.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 22:22:40 GMT

(OOCly, there's a router problem between me and HE. Fooey!)

I need to come up with a ball costume. Of course, I also need to ditch Cedwic in Hogsmeade long enough to buy his anniversary present. Hrmph. Right now, my game plan is to duck and stay low with regards to the Ball, and maybe no one will ask me to help.

My dayplanner is overstuffed already. I have to...
-Send a note to Charisma about set crew
-Set a meeting for set crew
-Talk to Charisma about quidditch camp for a newspaper article
-Shake articles and photos out of everyone, shepherd the next issue through printing
-Meet with all the actors to take quick height measurements so I don't design/build everything too stumpy
-Research for Jabari's birthday suuuurprise, coordinate with Donelle and Viv
-Quid practice and re-tryouts
-Pull articles for history discussion section
-Pull research for Defense, History
-Talk to Loxodrome, Concord
-Sleep
Gods. And I need to do a 'girls meeting' since we have so many female firsties, and you know, I bet neither I nor Viv want to deal with a girl in hysterics over her first period . Meeeeeh.

Sense and sensibility

Fri, 09 Jul 2004 16:02:45 GMT

Well, Vivian and Cedwic have both talked some sense into me. I guess... I guess just getting piled on by multiple people in one day just got to me.

I'm worried about Jabari. Very, very worried. He's a lovely guy, and far more sensitive and caring than I had thought, and things with his ex are just not doing good things for him. I don't quite understand what's going on, but when he told me and started getting emotional, and I went to comfort him, he freaked out. He'll tell me in due time, I shan't push and ask. Look where that's gotten me in the past.

Meantime, I need to calm down lest I reach down Daniel's throat and rip out his spleen with my bare hands. Does the boy- and I do mean BOY- not learn? Does he not stop to think? Or is his brain completely ruled with hormones?

How much angst does it take to kill Callie? Let's not find out!

Bone weary

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 18:33:11 GMT

I am tired. Tired to my marrow, and it's only mid September. I am tired of caring and tired of being sweet and tired of smiling and tired of always being 'on'. I am tired of setting a good example, and tired of being patient and kind, and tired of giving. I am tired of saying the wrong thing, and being called evil when I'm trying to lighten things up, and tired of having people not open up to me because I'm head girl, because I'm not the right person, because I'm too good or too wry, too nice or too mean, too authoritarian or too politic. I am tired of trying to make things right and get smacked down for it.

I am a brittle shell, a mask of self-confidence, of wit and smarts. I want to hide. I want to dive into my bed and curl up and cry. I've never felt as alone as I do now, surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of people. I just want it over, I want it all over, I want the play done and quidditch done and the paper's last edition under my aegis ripped up and mulched into the beds, the NEWTs over with. And yet the school year's barely started, the firsties still confused and terrified, the true burdens of schoolwork just beginning.

If I weren't here, would any of my friends give a rat's ass? Who are my friends, anyway? Do the people I call friends just suffer me not-so-gladly and count the days till I'm out of their hair?

I feel my future slipping through my fingers. Mired in the bullshit of Hogwarts, growing ever closer to joining the ministry post grad, like a good head girl should, excelling in my career, just as I should. How bad would it be if I just up and took off for Ireland after graduation, me and Cedwic and a crateful of art supplies. Can I avoid feeling like crap if I just paint for the rest of my life?

When it rains, it pours

Fri, 02 Jul 2004 14:43:24 GMT

Head's gonna explode. So far so good, firsties all scared but okay (Cept Morganna, she exudes confidence and calm), Viv, Ced, and I divvying up leadership of review sessions. Gotta get first newspaper meeting set, have to get Donelle sketches for sets (Asst director and art/set director for school play. How did I let myself get roped into another activity?), helped Donelle with her broom, already cleared history thesis topic with Mullins, have to talk to new Datda prof and Concord.

I need a nap.

It's September. How can I be this busy already?

Hah!

Wed, 30 Jun 2004 17:05:26 GMT

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And another! (OOC)

Mon, 14 Jun 2004 14:33:33 GMT

Woo hoo! Icon (from a larger pic) courtesy of pikibikki. The text, which is too wee to read, says "Calliope O'Connor. Died at age 17 due to everyone else's angst. We love you Callie!"

Hee hee hee.

Woo! (OOC)

Sat, 12 Jun 2004 01:22:47 GMT

Many thanks to Castlemew for the icon.

The ties that bind.

Fri, 11 Jun 2004 02:28:53 GMT

There's a ring on my right hand. I can't stop looking at it. It catches the light, catches my eye when I least expect it.

It's a promise. It's a safety net even as this last year is a horrid whirl of studies and the misery of the NEWTs. When all of this is done, we'll have waited for each other.

There's a ring on my right hand. And at the end of year feast? I move it to my left. Parents be damned.

Start of summer

Sun, 06 Jun 2004 17:09:42 GMT

I decided to get back into keeping a diary this summer, not expecting there to be much of anything cool to report. I'm doing a half time internship at the Department of Mysteries- it's a lot of reading and writing, and spending several afternoons a week at my uncles' glassblowing studios, learning how to blow glass. Mum insisted I not go whole hog geeky this summer, and indulge my 'arty' side to help me unwind, since I am, of course, also studying for NEWTs. An hour a night starting now will make the school year so much easier.

But summer's more fun than I thought it would be. I've gotten more of a chance to hang out with Luis, and met several incoming firsties, and gotten to know an incoming 5th year Slytherin named Jabari a smidge. Donelle and I went shopping, and Jera and I need to. Viv and I have gotten to hang out and eat ice cream too, and I've seen Daniel and Landen. Landen had gotten the impression from Charisma that Cedwic and I have a flat together, and was giving me grief about it. Apparently, Cain and Winter are sharing a flat, and Charisma was upset that Landen hadn't though such a move was a good idea for her and him, and when she thought Cedwic and I were too, well... Fact is, we each have a flat, in the same building. Sure, we're at each other's flats all of the time, but we're not living together. Much as my hippie mother might think it's a groovy idea. Gah.

Cedwic seems oddly stressed and tense about something, though, and he's not opening up about it, which is worrisome. Well, time to wrap this up and clean up dinner and study for an hour. Woof. I just want the prefect letters to come out, that's a stress I don't need. Maybe that's what he's worried about. Hrm.

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