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[30 Jul 2008|12:27am] |
Things seem to have officially calmed down around here. No more gossip--well, there may always be gossip. Right now it just isn't about the man who shagged then fired that girl. And before you ask, no, I have no idea what the gossip is about now.
Might be something to do with either the bloke in Mysteries who wants to shag his twin brother's fiancé or the downstairs woes said twin brother has. But honestly, I can't know for sure. Like I said, I'm not one for gossip. Much too busy for that sort of thing.
On another note, I finally had the piano here tuned after seeing all the talk of it over the journals. I thought it might be nice to have. Timothy was the one who played though. It means my friends who can play may come over and enjoy it without it sounding as though it's sat untouched for ages.
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[21 Jul 2008|02:26pm] |
You know, it's pretty much impossible to get any work done when your entire department is too busy whispering and gossiping for the entirety of the morning.
I had to move my meeting this afternoon so when we talk, we might actually be able to hear each other. Merlin, I just wish they could do it on their own time and stop asking me what my opinion of the situation is.
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[19 Jul 2008|11:14pm] |
A person's personal business should be just that and shouldn't require bloody forms.
And just what 'recent events' are they making 'light of'? How would they know if employees are or aren't dating?
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[18 Jul 2008|11:51pm] |
Il n'est jamais trop tard pour bien faire.
I remember hearing this when I was just a child, but I wonder if it's really true.
Does one truly mend, completely new and better from before or do they merely cover up the break that happened in the first place?
That's the trouble with proverbs, I suppose.
( Translation )
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| La sauterelle à l'herbe, et le papillon l'air. . . |
[15 Jul 2008|08:00pm] |
It's amazing how loud a house like this can be, even when there's barely anyone in it. The sound of the old wood, the trees outside. The birds, the crickets, just everything. It's amazing how much we miss sometimes. I realise we need to appreciate the things we have because we never know when they may be gone.
( Le firmament est plein de la vaste clarté. . . )
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| you don't like the sound of the truth coming from my mouth. . . |
[04 Jul 2008|04:24pm] |
( Hexed Private )
[Hexed Private from Anthony]
Toute vérité n'est pas bonne à dire.
[/private]
There are some days you wish could last forever, so they might cover those you wish you could escape.
( Translation )
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[25 Jun 2008|11:39pm] |
((page is dotted with blots and splotches of blood))
I think the whole bloody work has gone mad. And that I never want to leave the manor again.
( Hexed Private to Draco )
Also, does anyone know how to tell if someone has a broken nose? Or how to fix said broken nose?
( Hexed Private to Self )
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[24 Jun 2008|12:01am] |
It's funny how your days can go from being the brightest they've been in a long time to ones that you loathe getting out of bed for, the time you wish it would just pour outside.
I don't think I'm feeling quite up for work today.
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| i can't change, but i'm here in my mold. . . |
[17 Jun 2008|11:21pm] |
( Hexed Private )
Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop.
( Translation )
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[15 Jun 2008|03:34am] |
I can honestly say I've never been to a birthday party quite like that before.
It was. . . interesting to say the least. I don't think I ever blushed that much in my life. . .
( Private to Anthony )
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| every mile a memory. . . |
[14 May 2008|09:09pm] |
I'm finding it's easy to lose oneself in the everyday, mundane tasks we all do. It's not necessarily a bad thing. It gives our brains something to focus on and our hands something to do in the moments we're alone. It's nice, in that way.
It also helps me try and figure out whether I'm pleased by the way tings are in the manor. I keep thinking I want to rearrange things, tastefully display my mother's baubles in a cabinet in one of the guest rooms and places some new pieces of art on the wall. But ever single time I think I've decided it's time to do just that, I feel like I couldn't bear to displace anything and disrupt their memory.
Odd.
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| sorry i swore just then cause i know how you hate it. . . |
[25 Apr 2008|11:29am] |
I never did understand the point of using vulgarity. It seems so many people do these days, some so often it seems like they barely even realise it. People have said before that they are only words and hold the meaning that you give them, but really that is not true. They hold the meaning the person using them gives them. You have absolutely no affect on that.
I had to ask one of the new employees in my department to leave my office this morning. His language was atrocious, and while normally I can deal with such things, he used certain words that I just could not listen to tomorrow.
Most people will likely have something to say on the matter in a manner of disagreement, and that is fine. I respect what you believe and your choice to speak however you wish. But I have full right to ask someone to leave my office when they are being as disrespectful as this boy was.
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| art for art's sake. . . |
[23 Apr 2008|11:33pm] |
“Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it.”
~Robert Motherwell
The more pieces I see, the more I am inclined to believe that. The more it inclines me to believe in my own talent too--but that's one of those dreams I've left behind, isn't it?
The talent local artists posses is so much more meaningful than the museums with ancient paintings. I cannot feel a connection with those, not like I do with these works. I have been visiting the local artists, to see what I have agreed to support and I must say--I am quite glad.
Perhaps I do have a bit of spontaneity in me.
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| exchange the sunshine for brown eyes and dark skies, replace this dull life with you. . . |
[18 Apr 2008|07:00am] |
( Warded Private )
Seems I still don't know what to write in this thing.
Well, that or I just live an incredibly dull life. The latter is certainly a distinct possibility.
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