Augustus Rookwood

( Private )

Why is it whenever a person makes plans, somethingone else has to ruin them?

These fucking...fucking hypocrites...they say they fight...but they don't, they...godamn, they baby them...they aren't people...they are disease, and ex-...extirmination is the *hic* answer.

*Huugh*...Fuck.

Hmm. So. How are things everybody? I bet my life's more fucked up than yours! Wanna bet?

My question is, what the hell do you do to keep from choking on the guilt, knowing you may have fucked up big-time...and there's no going back?

( Private-Acacia )

NO WON NOSE WHAT IT'S LIIKE....TO BE THE BAAAD MAN.....TO BE THE SAAAAD MAN....BEHIND BLOO AYES!

*belch*

Fukkin' gud rum...

I feel a liddle sic. How'er yoo?

Holy shit. So I'm gone for a few days. Weeks, I guess. Who cares? Apparently, the good Headmaster does. So, looks like I'll be attending tomorrow, and with a whole new fun-packed schedule. Can't wait to see who I have classes with.

I know, I've been gone

Yes, school began withou

It's good to be

Why did I even come back? No one would've missed me, I have things to do...

That's a lie. I have nothing to do. And I missed the first day. Hell, I don't even know how many days I've missed...some girl I met told me fifteen, then began twitching and barking like a dog. She had appeared sane from a distance. Ah well.

So, let's get right down to it, the million dollar question, the thing that'll ensure my happiness from now 'til summer: Who's supplying the booze this year?

My GOD, summer is fucking boring. I can't believe I actually miss some of those idiots from school. Or maybe I just miss having people to belittle...my aunt smacks me upside the head the second i talk back, and has me working in the haberdashery. Please, someone send me some poison, I can't stand this existence much longer...so many fucking hats...

How does one have fun around here? It's so dreadfully boring, and I'm running out of rum. Scratrch that. I AM out of rum. Right, now I'm really bored. Someone entertain me.

Well, I feel fantastic. Isn't it lovely outside? I feel I could frolic among the tulips and pansies...or maybe drink more rum and pass out. Mm-mm...anyone care to join me? Any takers? Ah, well...

I'm near to gone right about now. Not dead. Just gone. It's like I'm not here. I think this is depression. If suicide weren't so weak and useless a death...then again, I'd probably be too apathetic to do it. I hope things get interesting quickly, or I don't know what I'll do. probably just sit like I am now. Maybe I'll grab some alcohol. No one wants to be alone. My God, even I think I sound whiny. I need a lay, and a drink, and a nap. Fuck.

( Satan's Soliloquy )

Quite an uplifting little tale, eh?

Now bugger off, I'm moody...surprise, surprise.

Oh how trivial you all are sometimes. If this school isn't terribly tedious, it's inundated with ridiculous gossip. I really hate life right now. I'm not sure there is a point to it all...besides destroying those Mudblood-killing children of Satan.

So dreadfully dull...

( Private, though if you really must, Hackable )

So you think, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

It's always the Brits who say it best.

( Private )

Does anyone have any…er…"booze"?