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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2004|02:21 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
I hate the Infirmary.

Aidan's been in here since last night...and I skipped my classes to stay with him. He's not done much, but I'll be here when he does.

I've never seen Aidan and Ciar fight before. It was weird. Ciar's always so quiet, I wouldn't have expected...it was very odd. And I'm worried about Ciar and Eirlys...they'll be OK, I know, but I'm still worried. About them, and Aidan. Mostly about Aidan, of course...I'm not used to seeing him so quiet...

I really hate the Infirmary.
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(no subject) [Feb. 25th, 2004|05:58 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
[mood |morosemorose]

I fuckin' suck.

OK, so it wasn't all bad. I mean, Aidan was just incredible, as per , and those scouts were there, so that's good. And we did win...barely, by one point, no thanks to me.


Right, girl talk with Eirlys tonight. Something's bothering her, I'm not sure what, but we'll talk and I'll get it out of her. I'd better be good for that much at least, since I don't seem to be good for much else.

So fuckin' suck...
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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2004|01:46 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
I made, for Adie's birthday, a photo album, full of pictures of his 'girls'...his mum, his sister, the girls from the band, Martine, Eirlys, me, and of course, Eve - and I threw in some pictures from when Aidan was a girl too. That was the easy bit.

The hard bit? Sneaking all of them into my flat for a group shot and persuading Aidan to let me turn him back into a girl, just for a day, just long enough to do the picture. It was worth the effort, though, to see the look on Adie's face...to say nothing of all the things Aidan and I did when the others had fucked off and we were alone in my flat. Made the most of that 24 hours.

And I still can't stop laughing over this - one of the pictures in the album is of Adie and Eve together, from when the boys were girls. Thing is, though, that the picture-Adie and picture-Eve are never in the frame, because they make out even more than the real ones do, and that's saying something. I think Adie liked it...so all in all, it was a pretty good weekend.

Little over four months until Aidan's birthday...time to start plotting. 18's a very big deal...and I'm gonna make sure it's a birthday he never forgets.
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(no subject) [Jan. 20th, 2004|02:48 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
I have a Plan for Adie's birthday. It's another Project. *nod* It will be Very Much fun. This time, though, I'm going to need help. From Eve, and from Adie's mum, and of course, from Aidan. We'll have to have long, involved strategy sessions...lots of planning. We might even have to be alone for most of them.

Heeheehee. ;)
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(no subject) [Dec. 2nd, 2003|04:24 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
He's gorgeous with dark hair.

That doesn't really surprise me - I suspect he'd be gorgeous if he was bald - but I can't for the life of me manage to convince Aidan of that, and Adie laughing all the time isn't helping.

But really...he's gorgeous with dark hair.

I sort of hope it stays this way...for a while.
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(no subject) [Nov. 26th, 2003|02:09 pm]
Moira O'Reilly

Gilliam seems to be having a run of...bad luck? Coordination problems? Well, something anyway. *shakes head, clucks tongue* Poor thing. It's a shame, really.

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(no subject) [Nov. 22nd, 2003|12:22 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
[mood |soresore]



Last night...was grand, aye...lots've booze...an' Aidan...'s good combination...an' there was kissin'...Merlin, I was all over him...'m not shy when drunk, must remember this...lots've kissin'...but...he's not here...'m in his bed...he's not here...


Where's Aidan? Need him...fuck, so sore...need Aidan...
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(no subject) [Nov. 20th, 2003|02:58 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
I ran into Gilliam in the hallway today. He looked fairly beat up, but he was healthy enough to sneer at me. We had a little chat. Well, actually, 'chat' is the wrong word; he asked me if I enjoyed the nap, but I didn't say anything back to him. Adie, Eirlys and Aidan were with me, and I think the boys wanted to beat him up again, but then I kneed Gilliam in the balls, and they were Proud.

Aye, I'm feeling better.
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(no subject) [Nov. 16th, 2003|05:23 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
[mood |awakeawake]
[music |Aidan's breathing.]

I'm all right. Really. I didn't even feel it, don't remember it happening. Dreadfully sorry for the scare, but it was just a little tap on the skull. Not that big a deal.

I've had worse, after all.

I'm more worried about Aidan...his poor eye, and that bruise on his leg! I wanted to kiss it better, but thought it best to restrain myself, given the proximity of McGregor. But he's in bed with me, so we can hold each other, and kiss now and then, and each know the other's all right.

Everything else will wait for tomorrow.
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(no subject) [Nov. 13th, 2003|12:51 pm]
Moira O'Reilly
[mood |angryangry]

Game in two days. Still nervous. And the next person who so much as looks at Aidan in a way I don't like is going to find themselves in so many pieces MacGregor will never be able to fix them.

That is all.
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