He hates her. Not with the simple, childish loathing he has for Potter that is seamlessly absolute; neither with the subtle, vicious hatred for his father, who is as wonderful and terrible as God; no – his hatred of her burns hot, passionate, flickering and roaring, fed by nothing but disgust for her and all she is and consumed by the need to disobey and rebel from all
he is by loving her.
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macabresinclair wrote me some KICKASS Ginny/Draco love-hate!
Go read!So yeah, life has been okay. Yesterday I hung around downtown all day. In the hardware store, an old lady (like 80 years old, and about five feet tall) complimented my zipper pants. It was awesome. Then I think I made some Hispanic construction workers nervous by watching them cut open the street. I went to Bizarroworld, and Ground Zero (a skate store with way too much pink to be a skate store), and several bookstores, and a bunch of other places, and on the way back I stopped at the truffle shop. I got an apricot rum truffle, and the shop owner gave me an extra champagne one 'cause he's cool like that, and I stopped to watch this guy Brian teach his dad how to play chess. I played the dad after they were done, but Brian was hovering over his dad's shoulder telling him what to do and the shop owner Sonny was hovering over mine doing exactly the same thing, so really I wasn't the one who won.
Today I went to the old homeschool Park Day, and saw Catherine (along with the twins and Clara), Grace, Rain, and a bunch of other people I hadn't seen in forever. Rain dyed her hair blue-black and started wearing makeup, so I didn't recognize her at first. She's a lot cooler than I remember her being. We did bad things with Wite-Out, and talked about life. She might maybe possibly be moving to Kansas City, which is where her mom lived until age nine. I went with her to watch her ballet lesson (she looks awfully strange in ballet garb) then we hung around downtown again until eight-thirty, when the
Davis Musical Theater Company's production of
Evita started. We got in for free because there were reporters there and they wanted it to look like lots of people showed up. While we were waiting for the theater to open, this guy handed us flyers for a rock band performance at Cafe Roma. The bands were called The Cheese and Red Tape Apocalypse, so we decided to go check it out during the fifteen-minute intermission. We ran all the way to Cafe Roma, to find a guy with a harmonica singing about love. Clearly, this was not our destination, so we checked the other Roma (
Espresso Roma) and found them messing with mikes and stuff. After about five minutes of sitting there, and random noises from the mikes, the band started playing. If you could call it "playing." It sounded like random VERY-high-decibel noise with whale-call imitations mixed in. We left pretty quickly, eardrums literally hurting and headaches forming in our brains, to find that we'd missed a crucial part of the musical. I didn't like the music much anyway, and I don't know the history behind it, but it was still a disappointment. I did get Rain's LJ name, though.
Also, my aunt just e-mailed me, offering to fly me out to New York for Blair's sixteenth birthday party in April. I'll call Mom tomorrow and check, but it should be cool- my class schedule is Tuesday-Thursday and the party's on a Saturday. Yay party!
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