| |
[Apr. 4th, 2008|09:41 pm] |
I can't think of anything more disturbing than coming home to find a dozen dolls that look like you set up to hump the house plant, the tea kettle, and anything else that looks like it needed a shag.
And I won't even--
Warded to Tonks/Meghan:
I can't even write out what the Morag dolls were doing. I'd blame Kirley, but the place smelled like smoke so I'm guessing Donaghan got into the flat. The worst part is that they gave one of the Morag's to Pippa and she's been chewing on her face all night. I tried to take it away and Pippa looked so upset I gave her back.
When is the band going to get over this?
Warded to Morag:
So what did you think? |
|
|
| |
[Apr. 1st, 2008|01:17 pm] |
Recording is going about as well as it always does. The album is missing something though, and for some reason I got it in my head to owl Pop last night with the list of what we're doing, and I got the return owl at 4 in the morning. Apparently the suggestion he's been feeding us for years is the same one he's giving this time around as well. Don't know if we'll use it yet, but we'll see.
Warded Private to Weird Sister/Morag/Tonks:
Dad thinks we should cover a Muggle song and put it on the album. He's been pushing it since our very first one, but this is the first time I'd actually consider it. The label would have given us a lot of push back before about losing our fan base over it, but do you think anyone would care that much now?
I talked to one of the blokes in the office this morning, and apparently theire are some songs that they already have rights to, so it would only be a matter of clearing it with the higher-ups and picking from the list.
I don't know, I could go either way. Does anyone have any opinions other than Donaghan who I'm sure is the one that put the idea in Pop's head in the first place? |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|12:11 am] |
Warded private to Tonks:
Kill me, please? Or better yet, just tell me what to do. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 20th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
What the hell?
Warded to Morag, Weird Sisters, Laura, Bryce and Tonks:
Morag and I are going public with things as soon as someone can get somehing written about us. I can't take this anymore. Laura, I'm sorry again. I had no idea anyone would have been taking pictures last night. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|09:23 am] |
There's not much better than seeing half the lane drunk at once, but not much worse than seeing half the lane hungover the next morning. As soon as Orsino gets off his lazy arse and brings me the hangover cure at least I might be able to venture out for coffee.
Warded Private to Morag:
How did you manage last night? This not being together in public idea sucks. I'd rather deal with the photographers than have Kirley end up the only one sitting on my lap while I drink. And that's a long story.
Warded Private to Tonks and Meghan:
Neither of you received drunken owls from me. Aren't we all proud? |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|12:46 pm] |
|
I think I'm going to quit the band and open a milkshake store. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 7th, 2008|05:34 pm] |
|
There's nothing so good as having an entire batch of sweets all to yourself. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|03:55 pm] |
We start recording in two weeks, and around that same time we need to be putting together a tour schedule and we still don't have a manager. I'd be worried but inevitably these things work themselves out. I think my plan for the afternoon is to sleep until someone finds something more interesting for me to do.
( Warded Private to the Weird Sisters and the fake dates: )
( Warded Private to Tonks ) |
|
|
| Private to the Weird Sisters in 239 (Kirley/Wags/Merton/Orsino) |
[Mar. 3rd, 2008|01:26 pm] |
Don't know if anyone saw the note on the fridge but Mum's gotten it into her head we're having a "family" dinner tomorrow night and that means all four of us have to drop whatever plans we may have to be there. Also, we don't have to dress up, but the note says we've got to have washed hands and hair and that she'll be checking. Trust me when I say she's not kidding. She checks.
Oh, and as the icing on the cake, they want to meet our girlfriends, and when I tried to explain that not all of us had them she started talking about the mirror-- I'm not getting into it in this journal, but it's sufficient to say if you don't have a girl to bring, you probably better find one. Orsino, Orla had already volunteered to fake for you, and Ellie (who's a friend of Laura's) offered to help Kirley but Kirley's already found himself a girl so you might think of her Merton. That or just grab a girl off the street. Alicia might be willing as well.
Oh, and I'm bringing Morag. Be nice. Seriously, I know you don't like her, but she's not trying to break up the band, and if that's your best objection than play nice for the evening. Otherwise all four of us are going to be married off to one another, and I've already got dibs on Orsino. He's the only one that doesn't snore. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|06:10 pm] |
I'd be annoyed about the mirror, but it's actually laughable. The future it predicted is so impossibly ridiculous that I would have to say that even the more normal things it's saying are unlikely.
Oh, and mum and dad have been having such a grand time they've decided to stay until the end of the week. I wasn't sure the flat would be big enough for all of us, but I'd forgotten what a good time it was to sit around and jam with them. Dad even suggested having some other musicians come up and play so if you're interested let me know. I warn you, he chooses the music and so it's nothing that's my style exactly, but it's always fun anyway.
( Private to Morag ) |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 25th, 2008|10:00 am] |
Thanks to the Haiku jinx I have half a notebook of lyrics that are completely unusable, but funny as hell. I think we should include one as a hidden track if for no other reason than to hear Orsino try to put a beat to it.
My parents are coming to town on Thursday and they're insisting that they'll stay at our flat because they don't want me spending money on them for a hotel. No matter how old you get, you're always going to be ten in the eyes of your parents I guess.
And so that means we need to clean. Our building has house elves but I didn't grow up with them so I feel rude asking them to pick up after me. We're also going to have to stash all the alcohol somewhere since I'm pretty sure the reason they're coming is because of Kirley and me ending up in The Prophet as drunks.
( Private to Remus Lupin )
( Private to Orsino )
( Private to Laura )
( Private to Tonks )
( Private to Morag )
( Private to Orsino again ) |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 21st, 2008|10:00 am] |
Nothing like getting a howler first thing in the morning to start your day off right. Don't know how the owl found me. Don't know how my mum got the Prophet this early in a foreign country. Don't know how she shrieks like that without deafening herself.
Warded badly private to Orsino (Nearly anyone could read it)
Orsino, water pup for me, am staying at hotel until I feel better. Someone went to fetch us all hangover cure but I don't know who she was, who these other girls are, or where Kirley's gotten off to. Look in the Prophet if you need to find me. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 20th, 2008|10:40 am] |
( Private )
Got my picture taken this morning buying champagne and chocolate chips at 7am, so I figured I'd write about it in my journal hoping to take the fun out of any articles on my being an alcoholic or a chocoholic. I can't even remember the last time I was up that early but since I didn't go to bed last night, it might just qualify as being out late.
Anyway, I was shopping because I bought a cookbook and I'm making breakfast again. This time I've got everything I need except a pan, but it doesn't seem like it would be impossible to fry a pancake in a pot.
Oh, and one other thing. We need to hire a dog-sitter. Does anyone know where to do that? We can't have a party until we've got someone to watch the dog and probably the bamboo as well. It doesn't do much, but I'm fairly attached. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 18th, 2008|10:10 am] |
I'm not sure if it's because of the gossip that gets written about us, or if it's just that not many people know us well, but possibly one of the sweetest women I've ever met very kindly referred to me as a "hotel-room thrashing, groupie banging, pot smoking rockstar" and... I'm not sure that's very accurate.
I mean, I absolutely couldn't deny that every single one of those things have been true at some point, but right now? Right now I'm puppy-proofing a flat for the third time because Pippa is a tenacious chewer. I'm also trying to find a cookbook somewhere in this place to see if there's any particular kind of cheese that you put in omelettes because I want one and I don't know.
And then, we've got deadlines which are a complete pain in the arse but very necessary, and we're supposed to start recording by next month. I've got no idea how many songs we've actually got written so for the rest of the afternoon I'll be sitting around the flat, hoping my toes don't get chewed off, and trying to write something that isn't complete shit.
And still-- I love my life. Wouldn't trade it for anything.
We're having a party. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|10:30 am] |
You know, being told that you're the same amount of shaggable as a tree stump makes your next walk through the park feel strangely uncomfortable.
In other thrilling Weird Sister's news (So you don't have to read about it in the gossip section) we have aquired a plant. It's bamboo, and it's named Pup since it's as close to a dog as I'll be getting anytime soon. Oh yes, and we're out of milk.
Orsino, pick some up, will you?
( Private to Orsino )
( Private to Kirley )
( Private to Morag ) |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 11th, 2008|09:25 am] |
As Orsino mentioned, we've moved in with Kirley. Never, ever split a bottle of muggle Scotch between two people, and if you do, don't let one of them be Kirley. Like any respectable bloke, I passed out cold after my half, but somehow he managed to stay awake long enough to cause a mysterious flood of epic proportions. We'd have probably been all right, but half the floor caved in over the bed of the hundred year old woman who lived beneath us and happened to be the grandmother of the bloke who owned the building. No amount of apologizing and explaining made any difference and we're no longer welcome in the building.
So right. We had no where to live and Kirley had two extra rooms so it sounded like a plan. He did forget to mention that he'd invited a lovely bird to live with him for a few days, so whilst Orsino took the open bedroom I bunked with Kirley, who hogs the covers. Somehow when I used to dream of being a rock star the person in my bed was a lot more leggy and a lot less hairy, but here I am, living the dream!
( Private to Morag )
( Private to Orsino ) |
|
|