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|Sunday, March 7th, 2004|
John and I finally got back to the Institute today. Stupid Cyclops immediately started asking a thousand questions about what we learned about Magneto's whereabouts. Pheh! As if we would know!
The Professer's trying to find someone for me to room with. John has to room with Icepick again. He's not too happy about that. We asked if WE could share a room, but for some odd reason, they only glared at us. It's not like we did THAT the whole time we were away!
If it keeps up like this, I'll just go rent a hotel room or something. I might even get my own apartment. It's not like I ever belonged here anyway.
Amara, or Magma (I don't care, she's a pain in the butt anyway!) has been staring at John ever since we got back. She had better not be thinking what I think she's thinking. I don't care if she looks (I admit, John is quite a hottie) but it's hands OFF chickie-poo.
John told me I'm probably just paranoid.
It always has to come back to that! Current Mood: annoyed
|Friday, March 5th, 2004|
|Friday, February 27th, 2004|
|Goldylocks? I think not!
We came home from our trip, and immediately, John's mom comes pouncing on me with several beauty products. She wants me to BLEACH MY HAIR! I'm sorry, Darla, I love you dearly, but nothing short of a nervous breakdown or sudden hysteria will make me go blonde.
She even had photo-shopped pictures of me with blonde curls... I don't think I've ever heard John laugh so hard.
If I dyed my hair blonde, I'd probably end up looking like Pietro, and nobody wants that!
I had to remind John why he shouldn't use cutesy nicknames in reference to me. Don't worry about any lasting damage, and his voice should return to normal soon.
Sometimes, I think he just likes to piss me off. He's lucky I love him, or he might be maimed and left in a dumpster.
I've started packing my stuff up again. We're coming back soon, so you guys have a bit of a warning before I return to my patricidal rampage. Current Mood: loved
|Saturday, February 14th, 2004|
|A Fool in Love
I've been thinking a lot lately, about me and John, and I came to a realisation. I'm a little nervous about saying anything though. I thought it would be really easy, just to say it, but...
I guess I figured it out this morning, when I saw John was still sleeping. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to leave.
I don't know if he feels the same though. That's why I'm still hesitant.
I don't know... It's Valentines day. I figured today's as good a day as any. I'll do it!
Wish me luck Current Mood: determined
|Sunday, February 8th, 2004|
|The Sunday Morning After...
I am dead tired, and I have a headache, but I think that has something to do with embibing too much alcohol.
To celebrate John's parents leaving, we went to the pub, and I got hammered. Luckily, we walked, so I think John was able to get us home... I'm foggy on the details. I'm also confused about how I woke up in John's bed. I don't think we did anything, because I was still wearing my clothes from the night before, and John was asleep on the sofa, with the t.v on.
Alcohol is evil. Current Mood: drained
|Friday, February 6th, 2004|
Well, John's parents are leaving soon to go camping with some friends of the family, and then it's only me and John at the house. He's been acting really giddy, singing to himself all the time, dancing around, and I have to admit, this sort of behaviour really REALLY got on my nerves in the past but... now it makes me laugh. Is there something wrong with me?
I haven't even THOUGHT of maiming anybody in a long time.
Earlier, John was busily scribbling away at something. It piqued my curiosity.
Me: What are you doing?
John: Uh... I'm makin' a shopping list!
Me: Whipped Cream... Strawberries... Chocolate Paint... WHAT?!
John: It's a surprise!
Me: John... You're not cooking again are you? What do you need Massage-oil for?
John: You'll just have to wait and see!
Then he ushered me out of the room... I think he's planning something to do with me. I can't wait until we're alone, 'cause I have a surprise of my own. Current Mood: mischievous
|Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004|
Our 'tickle' sessions are becoming more frequent.
John: You're cute when you're angry!
Me: Less talkie, more smoochie.
I think that those three girls who were giving me problems have gathered a little mutant-hate-group or something. Now whenever I go anywhere, people are glaring at me. And it's always the same people. They seem to know Pyro fairly well, so they back off. If they think he's dangerous, the should get a taste of what I can do to them.
The two of us were fooling around on the couch when the news came on. Apparently, there have been people disappearing all over the world. My first thought was 'Shit, Eric's kidnapping kids again!' then they showed pictures of the missing persons. Most of them are adults. What the fugg is he up to?
I heard that they found Logan. How's he doing? Current Mood: curious
|Wednesday, January 28th, 2004|
|Motion of the Lotion
The other day I was going out for a swim, and I remembered that I hadn't applied any sun-lotion. I was feeling particularily lethargic (the sun will do that to you) at the moment, so I seeked out St.John to do it for me. He was quite pleased with the suggestion.
So he was rubbing it into my back, when he hit a spot under my ribcage. The sensation startled me, and I squeaked. He thought this was very amusing, and did it again!
St.John: I think you're ticklish! *devilish grin*
Me: I am NOT! ACK! Stop that!
Now this fault of mine comes into play all of the time! I'll be walking down the hall, and he'll pop out of nowhere, tackle me and start tickling! Of course, we always end up on the floor, snogging (a term I learned from a book), so it isn't all horrible. He's just enjoying my discomfort too much!
I'll get him back... revenge is what I do best... Current Mood: devious
|Sunday, January 25th, 2004|
I've been really foul-tempered lately. First off, that stupid doctor made a bunch of presumptions that since I'm a mutant, I must heal really fast! Excuse me?! I might be homo-superior, but I bleed JUST as much as EVERYONE ELSE!! Secondly, Geoff walked in on me while I was in my underwear! That wouldn't have pissed me off as much as the fact that he STARED! When I find him, it won't be pretty...
But all of that is just icing on the cake! The worst part of all of this is I got notice from Mystique that my mentor, Agatha Harkness, has vanished. The letter said that she's probably dead, which is likely because she was so... old. Mystique started the whole guilt thing. She said that Agatha passed away because I had run off without saying goodbye, it's all my fault and that I was being irresponsible by abandoning my life for some 'Australian Beef-Cake'.
I feel horrible! But I can't just pack up and go back! I love being here! I'm acctually enjoying myself for once! I have a TAN!! And the last thing I need is Mystique telling me the I'M abandoning everything for my own selfish needs! Hippocryte!!
I acctually cried... Infront of St.John. Well... I more or less bawled on his shoulder last night. His shirt was soaked. I didn't even get to my room, and we ended up sleeping on the couch. Current Mood: frustrated
|Friday, January 23rd, 2004|
I've decided not to get the authorities in on this situation, but if those *expletive*'s ever get in my face again, I'll break the 6th commandment... three-fold...
St.John has been nothing but wonderful since my encounter. He brought me breakfast this morning!
Me: *sitting up* St.John?
John: I gotcha some tucka'
Me: This cereal has the highest sugar-content in the world...
John: Yes it does! It's me favourite!
Me: All of the marshmallows are gone...
Darla's been enquiring about my family history a lot lately... any cases of insanity, cancer, diabetes ect...
So Tabby's back! Maybe she could room with Kitty now that I'm not there anymore. Although, I think Pryde will be spending more time at the Brotherhood house.
Rogue had better be keeping closer tabs on that Cajun if she doesn't want him to end up dead. St. John has been researching all of the locations where he remembers Eric having a hideout. I've been trying to read over his shoulder, but he says that I shouldn't be planning another murder attempt until my arm's healed completely.
Party pooper. Current Mood: content
|Tuesday, January 20th, 2004|
I don't know WHAT I was thinking! St. John and I went out to a movie last night. On a DATE. To a MOVIE. And we sat and WATCHed the MOVIE!
Having been cut off from civilization for so long, I wouldn'nt know what goes on in these situations. However, living with Kitty, I got the general gist of it. She'd go on at length, every detail of her dates with Lance. In the movie situation, it's dark, and normally the movie sets the 'mood' as she would say. Don't two people go to movies together to make-out?!
We were even sitting in the back!
I'm never listening to Pryde again!
On another note: I was out for a walk while St.John, Geoff and Mr. Allerdyce went shopping for hardware, and I was stopped by three women.
Woman 1: Hey. Haven't seen you 'round here b'fore!
Me: I'm from New York.
Woman 2: Really?! Wow! What're doin' down 'ere?
Me: I'm visiting my-
Woman 3: I think I saw you hangin' 'round with St.John!
Me: Yeah, he's my-
1: Good god! Don't you know?
2: He's a mutie!
3: Sorry, love...
Me: I know he's a mutant! What's your point?!
1+3: She's a mutie-lover! That's pathetic!
Me: Why-you li-
2: If I didn't know, I'd say she's one too!
Me: I am, so what?!
Then a fight broke out. The three of them lunged at me at once, screaming "FREAK". I tossed two of them into a tree, and the other shot me with pepper-spray, then proceeded to attack me.
I ended up 'tossing' a bunch of rocks around. That scared them off.
I have a black eye, and there's scratches and bruises all over my legs and arms. I think they broke my wrist, so I'm typing one-handed.
St.John hasn't got back yet. I don't know how he'd react to this so I'll just wear my trech-coat and a pair of sunglasses until it's healed.
I'm so sick of intolerance! Xavier had better hope he has the right idea! Current Mood: In Pain
|Monday, January 19th, 2004|
I've never been more disturbed in my LIFE! I thought being locked away for the extent of my childhood was torturous, but THIS probably makes that seem frivillous!!!
So, John takes me to a cricket-match. However, my attention was exactly directed on the game (catch the drift). All I know is that John was really p-oed that the one team lost.
After the game, we went back to the house to watch a movie or something. When we get there, his dad pulls him aside and his mom escorts me to the kitchen.
She made me a cup of tea, and we sat in silence. I thought I heard John scream from the other room!
Mrs.Allerdyce (she asked me to call her Darla) turns to me and smiles.
Darla: So, Wanda...
Me: Hmm? *still wondering about the scream*
Darla: How long have you known St.John?
Me: About three months... Why?
Darla: You've lasted longer than most of the others.
Me: O_O?! (I was really suprised) Erm... thank...you?
Darla: You're a very sweet young woman (I can imagine John laughing his head off at that comment), and I want you to know that you have my blessing.
Me: Yes... for what?
Darla: To be intimate with St.John! *calmly sipping her tea*
Me: *still confused at this point* Intimate?
Darla: Sex, dear.
Me: *I got really nervous, which led to nausea* Excuse me, Mrs. Allerdyce. I think I need to-
And I ran out of the room like a bunny on crack. I found John sitting on teh couch with his head between his knees, looking absolutely ebarrassed. He noticed the look on my face and only said : "I'm so sorry..." Current Mood: weird
|Saturday, January 17th, 2004|
|Lunch and Baby Pictures
Australia's been really quiet so far. St. John's taken me out to a few local pubs. I met a few of his childhood friends.
We've been out of the house a lot lately. I think he's trying to keep me away from his family. Just the other day, after I had adjusted to the time-change, his mother invited me to have lunch with her while John and Geoffrey went shopping.
Me: Thank you for lunch Mrs. Allerdyce.
Mrs.A: It's nothin', really.
Mrs.A: Wanda. St. John seems to really like you.
Mrs.A: There's something I want to show you!
At this point she proceeds to pull out a photo-album labled 'St.John, the Early Years'
Just as she opens the front cover, John and Geoff come bursting in.
John: MUM! Don't you DARE!
Mrs.A: Oh St.John, you were such a cute and pudgy little baby!
John blushed the darkest shade of red that I have ever seen.
I enjoy spending time with John's family, but I can understand why John would want so much space from them. They can be a little suffocating sometimes. Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, January 13th, 2004|
|How did I get to be here?
I have a few explanations as to why I haven't updated my journal for so long.
As one would imagine, I was pretty pissed for the past week (Pryde should know, she's had to put up with me). I didn't go to Rogue's show, and I'm really sorry I missed it. It sounded great. I'm not at the institute anymore, and probably won't be coming back for a long time...
The other night, I was moping around mine and Pryde's room, wearing that dress that St. John gave me for Christmas/Hannuka (Don't ask, it's a nice dress). Then Xavier comes into the room with a satisfied look on his face, and he says:
X: Wanda, I'm pleased to inform you that Mr. Allerdyce will no longer be bothering you.
Me: What are you talking about?
X: He will be boarding a plane in two hours. He's returning to Australia.
Imagine feeling really panicked/sad/excited/guilty all at once.
So I ran like a demon out of there and caught a cab in Bayville. What the Prof. neglected to tell me was that the Airport is 2 hours away! I ended up hex-bolting a lot of the surrounding traffic.
Finally after arriving, I was stopped and searched (I'm still wearing the dress at this point incase you forgot, and it's soaked from running in the snow). Those guards finally let me go, and I dashed to the flight schedule. The flight to Oz was leaving in 10 minutes!
Again, I probably knocked over more old-ladies than necessary, but I finally made it to Gate-D.
Me: St. John?!
The plane started it's engines. I did the only thing I knew to do- I hex-bolted it!
Someone in line turned around.
Me: St. John! (I ran and hugged him) I'm so sorry!
The idiot just laughed.
Me: Why are you laughing at me?! I ran halfway across New York to get here! I was nearly pummelled by a street-cleaner! I was almost KILLED, and all you can do is LAUGH at me?! (I wasn't hugging him anymore, no, I was clentching his collar)
Suddenly he leaned in a kissed me.
Me: Uh-bluh... (yeah, really angry...)
St.John: -holding up two plane tickets- I was wondering when you'd get here!
So, now I'm on the plane. I've 'borrowed' a laptop from the geezer in front of me. St. John's asleep right now. We'll be landing in three hours.
I hope none of you are angry. I know Xavier's probably going to have a field day with this!
|Tuesday, January 6th, 2004|
When the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up rememberance of things past
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times' waste:
Then I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And havily from woe to woe thell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
I can't believe how much of a dunce I am! I ruin everything for myself. Everyone would be better off if I just disappeared!
I should appologize to St.John. I didn't mean to scream at him. It's just... AAUGH! I SUCK!!! Current Mood: crappy
|Monday, January 5th, 2004|
Incase this doesn't post in the OOC thingiemajigger, then I'll just remind you that I am OOC!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCCCCCCCC!!!
I'm finding it really difficult to write for Wanda in this situation. Taineyah's been a huge help, but that's cuz she's better at reading people than I am... So some input would be great! my e-mail is email@example.com
I didn't really state all of my shippy-ness. geeze, that was a month or so ago...
I'm strongly opposed to:
Bobby/Rogue (ICKY!!!!!! AAAAHHHH!!!!!)
I'm thinking that Wanda is really confused. She's probably going to end up appologizing to St.John. Let's hope things turn out for those two.
Jeannie Current Mood: awake
I haven't left this room since... the kiss
Pryde stormed in today and acctually TOLD ME OFF!
Pryde: Wanda! Get your butt outta bed this INSTANT!
Me: Go away, Pryde! I'm not in the mood for gossip and 'girl-talk'...
Pryde: Fine! You may not, like, listen, but I'm gonna talk anyway!
Pryde: Don't give me that! This is, like, my room too! Anyway. From what I understand, there's, like, this totally hot guy, with an awesome accent, who saves your life, lights, like, a totally romantic fire, then KISSES YOU!
Me: Technically, I saved his life. And he lit the fire because he was freezing his ass off!
Pryde: Right... so then why did he kiss-
Me: *really pissed* HE ONLY KISSED ME TO SHUT ME UP! OKAY?! This isn't one of your cheesey romance novels!
Pryde: Then why are you, like, avoiding him?
Me: I'm not avoiding him! I've just been thinking... away from him...
Pryde: Well, Johnny-boy's been thinking too.
Me: That's a shock...
Pryde: *glaring* He's really upset!
Me: Yeah, and how would you know?!
Pryde: Well, if you pulled your head out of your ass and read what he wrote in his journal, then you'd know what he's going through!
Pryde: He's planning on going home.
Me: Good for him.
Pryde: To Australia.
Everything after that point was a complete blur until I was standing infront of the living-room door. That idiot had melted the knobs.
I ended up hex-bolting the door down. And there was St John, laying on the couch, asleep.
I don't know what came over me, but I kicked him in the hip. He woke-up with a start. His eyes widened when he saw me.
St John: Wanda?!
I screamed at him for 3 minutes straight (I don't know what I said) before I broke-down and fled the room in tears. Current Mood: Lost, hopeless, crushed. Pik1
|Sunday, January 4th, 2004|
|Breaking the Ice
I'm so confused right now. I don't know whether I should hug St. John, or kill him. He... ARGH!!!
Okay, so the guy risked his life to try to save me, and I ended up saving him. I guess we just got caught up in the moment... but...
That was my first kiss. I was locked up in an asylem for almost half my life, being cut off from the rest of the world, missing out on enjoying my adolescense, I don't know what to do in this situation!!!
As infuriating as St. John is, I can't hate him. He's just so blasted adorable all the time!
Augh... bob-cat-guy saw us... He put us through an hour-long lecture on responsibility.
Kitty absolutely CANNOT find out about this! I'll never hear the end of it...
The scary thing is, I kinda want to do it again. Current Mood: flustered
|Thursday, January 1st, 2004|
|A whole new Base
I've gotten my stuff established in Xavier's place again (considering my other options, this was the least disturbing). I'm rooming with Pryde again. Oddly enough, my 'side' of the room didn't change much.
Where have you been keeping that girl? She started chatterring my ear off the instant I said 'hello'. I think it's about time you let her out. She went on and on about a New Year's Party.
All of the munchkins were there, most of them already passed out on the couch. We watched the live countdown. Remy, St.John, Kitty, Kurt and Rogue got right into it. When the ball dropped, Remy and Rogue hugged, Kurt and Kitty pecked eachother's cheeks. After all that hooplaa, they started to watch John and me, as if they were waiting for something. The whole situation started to freak me out, so I went to bed.
Happy New Year all, let's hope it won't be as messed-up as the last. Current Mood: tired
|Thursday, December 25th, 2003|
It began at 3:00 this morning. St. John tore through the compound, stirring up the kids and awakening the over-grown kitty-cat. Sabretooth wasn't too happy (lol)!
The first thing John did was shake all of the gifts. i heard broken glass in one of them (St. John: Here, Wanda, I think this one's yours).
There's toys and torn wrapping paper everywhere! John is currently showing a bunch of kids how to set fire to highly combustable objects, so I'm avoiding the kitchen at all costs. I think Remy's charmed a few of the girls (intentionally or not). He's got a gagle of them following him around everywhere.
Piotr, I gave Illyana the message (although I don't know any Russian, she had to read it off your note). She said 'thank you' and went back to her toys. It must be nice to have a brother who acctually cares about you. Current Mood: good