tracey rachel madison (traceymadison) wrote in carpediem_net, @ 2016-01-05 03:30:00 |
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Current location: | Rural Louisiana, Attic |
Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | character: camilla mercier, character: grace hewitt, character: jack frost (dropped), character: ophelia sinclair, character: rene grantaire, character: tracey madison, type: journal post |
So much for some alone time
(backdated) January 3rd, Afternoon
Holidays. I hate the holidays. I mean, I suppose its not like they’re all bad. Sneaking a bit of wine is certainly fun… so are the gifts… but listening to my cousins blabber on has got to be the most mind numbing thing I’ve sat through in, well, ever. Do I really mean ever? I probably do mean ever – they get worse every year.
My Aunts can’t stand that I’m the first girl in the family to go to Hogwarts – tradition and what not or whatever is what they claim. What a crock. Dad went to Hogwarts, Brandon went to Hogwarts, wanted me to go too. I suppose this is what Mom gets for lighting up the “I DO WHAT I WANT” sign as a kid and marrying a Muggleborn. Me. She got me out of it. She got me and a bunch of stuffy blonde women standing around an overstuffed turkey talking about how They all say I would be so much more of a lady if I just had… gone to Salem. Blah! As if it would be that simple. "She's gotten worse with age, Lydia." Oh shove it. And I can't believe how dimwitted their spoiled brats are. They play into these stupid games that are spun for them, they have zero control over themselves and it really churns my stomach. Not that I've really learned to control my impulses at all. They're all going to be glorified trophy wives. As if I would have ever fit in with that. At least Mom did shut down, thoroughly, the idea of transferring me. Something about 'not making me worse.' Whatever.
It took me almost two hours to find any peace in this house, and now I have to sit up here stiffling sneezes just to vent. I shouldn't even be venting, this is pointless. Journals. How childish. At least this their last day here. Two weeks straight of this idiocy is about all I can take. I wish they wouldn't sit here and pretend to like Dad, we all know its just his money. Jesus why am I even writing this, has it gotten that bad that I need to vent to a journal?
At least I did get a new set of cauldrons. They really are beautiful. Cast iron and used. You can just feel the magic in them – I know that not everyone might appreciate the smell of a good, worn in potions cauldron but, its just better than the new ones! It sounds stupid to compare it to cooking with a cast iron pan but, it just is. Most people don’t have the understanding or potions, let alone patience for it, so how could they get it? They just don’t.
And they found me… I guess even the damn attic isn’t safe now. Back to the horror show… I'm going to need a damn good distraction once I'm back in the, gag me, safety of Hogwarts to get over this episode.