Augustus Rookwood

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 03:19:01 GMT

That fucking dog! That mangy, shit-covered, flea-bitten mongrel! The fucker got off easy, but not without a few love taps to remember me by. And if I ever see that mutt again, I'll carve its throat open. Goddamn dog.

As for Fletcher, I 'spose I'll have to bury this vendetta. At least for now. More lucrative things await me.

Why is it whenever a person makes plans, some~~thing~~one else has to ruin them?

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 02:16:10 GMT

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.

You got a real short skirt....I wanna look up, look up, look up, yeah yeah

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 15:59:39 GMT

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?

We need to talk. Soon. Preferably without Amos Interruptus.

SLAWSHED

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 22:33:41 GMT

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?

School tommorow!

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 18:54:40 GMT

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.

Thu, 07 Sep 2006 21:42:48 GMT

~~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?

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 21:43:30 GMT

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...

Just Wondrin'...

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 23:02:07 GMT

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.

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 15:54:41 GMT

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...

Mon, 29 May 2006 22:32:35 GMT

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.

Some poetry for you, since I have a horrid case of the doldrums

Sun, 14 May 2006 02:35:29 GMT

Something wicked this way comes
Smelling of rot and covered in scum
A dreadful sort to say the least
Searching for its next big feast

I know it's coming, and I grin
For I am he who breeds such sin
Apathy and Ignorance are my lovers
Sloth and Indifference are my brothers

I take comfort knowing I won't die
Though slowly but surely it nears me
How do I know it will pass me by?
Because even the wicked fear me.

Quite an uplifting little tale, eh?

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

It's just another day...

Sun, 05 Mar 2006 19:12:40 GMT

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...

Roses are red…blood red…

Thu, 16 Feb 2006 22:18:23 GMT

Though Valentine's Day has past, I feel the leech-like lonelinest clinging to my withered body, sucking what little happiness I have out of every vein, every cell, every fucking piece of my existence. And still, I seclude myself in this tiny little dormitory. I've asked myself countless times, why? they seem like nice enough people. But inside, that festering paranoia, that fear that one day everyone will betray me…it laughs, knowing it will always prevent me from having a real relationship.

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.

…

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 00:34:43 GMT

Fucking people. Fucking school. Everyone's so godamned naïve. They're out there. The Death-Eaters. They WILL kill us. Unless we kill them first.

I detest Slytherin more than any of the houses. They are the Children of Evil. Slytherin is a breeding ground for the future Dark Ones, I can tell. And that Dolohov…he seems to be their ringleader. An upstart, that one. I'll have to take him out early, or it'll be the end of me.

But enough about death. It depresses me. I heard there's a club in the midst of formation, every member of which is right and necessary. If only I could get them to see things my way, maybe I could join.

I wonder if any one has something to drink…it was simply wonderful when Auntie let me drink from her flask.

Does anyone have any…er…"booze"?