MacKenzie is a pirate because she's got the booty.

( Hey, I'm realist, I'm a dreamer, I'm a silver-lining seeker I'm a devil or an angel, who'll come running when you need her )

( Hexed Private, Luther and Drew can read if they try hard enough )

Long work out today, extra beater training has never felt so...satisfying. Though, I did break my bat so now I need to go get a new one tomorrow at some point. Oh well, it was old, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I think I'm going to throw myself into the kitchen now that I'm home and changed. So if anyone's hungry Enchiladas will be done in about an hour. Plus, I got stuff to make martinis as the Sangria still needs another week or so to finish up.

Gosh. I can't even imagine walking into a situation like that. Finding your spouse of thirty years dead in the study. Oh that poor Hughes woman. I can't even imagine what she's going through. And it be so public what with the debate and all of that the other night? I don't think I could stomach that at all. I give her all the credit in the world for handling it the way she is. If it were me, I can guarantee that I wouldn't be so...classy about it. Maybe classy isn't the world I'm looking for. Dignified? Calm? Um. Yeah. Something like that. But still, the poor thing.

Usually I can say "I can fix it" and get it done rather quickly when it comes to clothing. However, I don't think that this is the case. I've been giving my sewing machine a real workout these past few days since I was finishing up my final project for textiles as well as making a dress for the banquet tonight.

Well, the good news is in the war between my projects and my sewing machine the textiles final made it through. The same cannot be said for my dress. The poor thing was shot down in the line of duty and in such a shambles that I don't think I can fix it. Sad part? I was just doing a few last minute touch ups that I could have done by hand. I have absolutely no time to fix it before tonight, so...looks like I'll just have to dig through my closet to find something suitable. The problem is I just took a huge load over to Second Life so I can't remember what I kept and what I didn't. So forgive me if I'm not up to my usual standards tonight.

Also. I think I need to look into getting a new sewing machine. As I'm pretty sure this one is on it's last legs and is trying to kill everything I make...and possibly me. And since I'm hopefully taking the advanced textiles class in the fall, I'm going to need one. That's right, pending that Professor Kirkby doesn't hate my final project I'll be in that class! And advanced automotive repair. But I knew that from last semester. I love being an M.S. major. Can you believe I get to study this stuff?

...Most deserved hangover ever.

I remember most of last night. Parts are a little fuzzy. Like when I made friends with the guy dressed as a gorilla that was chasing the guy dressed as a banana around with a super soaker full of vodka.

And if you're asking just how that happened, I remind you: I am MacKenzie Slater, and I only know how to celebrate one way...the fucking awesome way.

ALL HAIL THE HELLHOUNDS. BOW TO OUR GREATNESS.

...or would someone please bring me something for this hangover. Because it hurts like hell and I can't seem to pull myself out of bed right now.

So, my little cousin got me an adorable little Pygmy Puff named Syltherpuff for our birthday. He's the sweetest little thing and I adore him. However...we have a bit of a problem. Marshall and Guannar keep trying to eat him. I'm pretty sure they think this is a game. Because as soon as one of them drops the poor guy the other one scoops him right up in his mouth. This has been going on since I got the little guy.

So. With that being said, I think I need to find Slytherpuff a new home. If anyone would like an affectionate little Pygmy Puff, I'm all ears. I just want him to go to a good home, and not be a play toy or a snack for the dogs when they get bored.

Also. While I think a maid costume would be fun, I don't think it's as fun as my Robin Hood one from this past Halloween, or my policemen outfit from the year before. Maybe for Halloween this year....hmm...

Dear Echo,

Thank you for ensuring that I'm going to have an excellent match.

Much love,

MacKenzie B. Slater.



There really is nothing like an excellent work out to get you pumped for a match the next day. The only problem is I no longer feel like cooking. Looks like it's salad for dinner. Oh well, not the end of the world.

Okay. I'm physically sitting here in lit, but it seems I must have left my brain back in the States, where I was having fun. Hope everyone's break went well no matter if you stayed here or went elsewhere.

So while my brain is elsewhere here are some high lights....also...95% of pictures that were taken, were looked at once and then destroyed.

• Awesome. Shopping. I have presents for people. You should really come and collect them. Best part? I didn't even go looking for shopping stuff. It just came to me. Clearly I win at this.

• Being referred to as the "Cute British chick that's with all those boys over there".

• Meeting Jackson DeKeyser, the beater for the Thundelarra Thunderers in the Oceania league, at one of the bars we were at. Nice bloke. Amazing beater. Very friendly too. He was almost surprised that I knew who he was. I guess not many people outside of that league know who he is? I don't know. I can't be the only one paying attention to the other leagues. We had a rather enjoyable uh conversation. And yes, he is that good looking. Might have been the accent though. Maybe.

• Southern. Cooking. Dear me, I have a lot to learn about barbeque. But holy crap was it good.

• Watching Noah form a plan to try and steal an entire ride...and then failing horribly.

• Getting terribly sunburned at one point and looking like some kind of lobster woman.

• Watching Luther hit on Snow White....then turning my back and going off and doing something else.

• Rediscovering my love of dry martinis. Also. Gator is rather tasty. I thought it was going to be weird, but it really wasn't. That could have also been because of the liquor.

• Coming home and having the boys attack me as soon as I walked in the door. I think I was missed.

And since class is now letting out that's about all I have time for at the moment. Ugh. Patrice is going to be a bitch tomorrow. Better get my ass to the rec center today. I really don't need to go to my next class do I? Nah. I thought not.

I SWEAR TO HIGH HEAV-

IF LUTHER AND NOAH DON'T COME BACK ALIVE IT IS NOT MINE OR JUSTIN FAULT.

I'm just saying that right here right now so that we're not liable here. Just...ugh.

...I...I'm just going to keep sitting here and drinking. And eating this Gator burger that I just ordered. Because it sounded fantastic right about now. Perfect complement to the sheer amount of liquor I need at the moment.

( Private )

Okay. So. That's done now. Can we please go now? If we leave in the next hour, we can make the next port key and get to Orlando at a decent time still! I've already backed this up enough, might as well get going while we can, yeah?

I'm ready for fun. And this trip is going to be fun! Crazy, random amazingly fun!

Also. I clubbed a guy in the head while I was, ah, gone. No idea who. But I clubbed him hard like the bludger that broke Dean's leg and that makes me happy.

I now understand why mum used to pin notes to both Alex and myself when we'd go to birthday parties and the like that read "Do not give sugar". And ones to Jason and Luther that said "Do not give sugar. Will give to the girls". I feel like I've been on a three day bender....of sugar. Ugh. My head hurts.....

MY LEG! ACH! HE GOT MY LEG! Oh! I can feel it rotting away slowly, the poison spreading into my system. Already it's starting to get dark and the worlds kind of spinning faster. The dog! My poor Marshall! Tricked into such a nefarious plot! Ugh, it hurts so much. I just...I don't think it should be turning green like that. Tell my mum that I'm sorry. I tried. I tried so hard, but he was just too strong....and the dog too cute...

Help! Help! Please, someone put me out of my misery before I.....


Must....find...brains. Tassttty brains.....

Not sorry. Don't care. Our dear Captain Jackass can go fuck himself. How dare he tell me People get hurt. It's a game. If I wanted him dead, he would have been dead. But he's not dead. He's got a broken leg. Don't blame me if he's too much of a pwuss to deal with it.

Spending the day at home with the rest of the Slater/Rivers clan and watching my mum try to take down Uncle Mac in drinking games. Currently they're tied two games a piece. And I'm sitting here working on making a rather lovely dinner for everyone working from Grandma River's recipes, the centerpiece of which is going to be a gorgeous Stew that has possibly the best cuts of lamb I've ever worked with in my life in it. So, just a few more things then I'm going to put my feet up for a bit and just enjoy watching mum and Uncle Mac try and out do the other.

...until daddy wants me to go on a beer run with him. And since I just put the cake in the oven and it's got an hour left to cook, guess I'm going!

Happy St. Paddy's everyone.

All of this can go away now. Please? Please stop this. This is my fault. If I hadn't been so stupid, I never would have gotten taken. And then Jules wouldn't have had to been loud, and then she never would have disappeared...I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. I feel worse that I'm not out there with everyone else. I should be. But I'm too much of a coward...

Stipend came in the mail today. Now I just have to feel like dragging myself to the grocery store. I have a list a mile long, but I'm pretty content sitting here soaking up the sunlight coming through the open window right now. Or you know cuddled up with my boys, that too. There was a Hedgehog in the back yard this morning and Gunnar chased after it, scaring it off. He was so proud of himself. I swear if Marshall could roll his eyes he would have, and muttered something about the "rookie". I really need to start going other places besides class and home...

Not often a bludger gets the drop on me and forces me to dive out of the way...into the ground....owie, but I guess statistically I can't get them all. Who am I kidding, I was half asleep up there. Three hours of sleep is not enough.

Shower. Something warm to drink. Probably not going to textiles. This has yet to be determined.

Also. I found my arm warmers. They're fantastic for covering up all of the scrapes and band aids that are now vacationing on my arms. Kind of excited about that.

( Hexed Private )

I left pie on the counter for whoever wants it.

( Giant ink spill )

Guys. Seriously. I'm in love. I didn't think it was possible, but the moment I set face on his face, he just stole my heart.

( Spell-o-taped in )

I also happen to think that Marshall is going to enjoy having a new pal. Though, he's kind of suspicious, but I think that's normal. Considering everything and all. I thought he was going to drowned me in dog kisses yesterday. It was cute though, made me feel kind of special.

[Written around 11 pm]

Thanks for everyone who came to see me at the med center. But really, I'm fine. I'm not sure how (nor do I really want to) they did it, but mum and dad were able to check me out and bring me home. So, really, I'm fine. Luther's passed out in the bed that he and dad dragged in my old room, so really, I'm okay. Just a little banged up, no worse for wear. You know aside from the bruises from around my neck. And the huge one on my back. And the scratches. And how sore, stiff and tired I am. And if it's really the day they tell me then Leap day tomorrow, exciting huh? Puppies and free ice cream. Yup. That's pretty much the best sounding idea ever.



Assuming that mum and dad listen to me, I should be back on campus early afternoon tomorrow. Love you all very much. Thanks for worrying about me if you did. I'm sorry if I made you worry too much. But I'm fine. Really. Except that I can't remember a fucking thing. And I made people freak out. And I just want to know what happened. And what if Promise.

[Written around 8 pm]

To my dearest Hellhounds,

I hope you lot are hungry. Because I'm pretty sure I've made enough food to feed an army. And if all of you aren't stuffed by the time we get done with the five pound pot roast (which by the way is starting falling a part because its just so tender.), mashed potatoes, garlic knots, veggies, and cookies for desert, well then I give up.

Love,
MacKenzie.

In a bit I've got to run down to the grocery just to pick up a few last minute things, beer and paper towel to be exact, but I'll go in a little bit. You know once I pull the roast out of the oven and let it rest and everything. Plus, Marshall's been giving me those "MacKenzie, please take me for a walk." look, so I figured I'll kill two birds with one stone, yeah?

Also, it's fashion week in London right now. Which is why I didn't have textiles today, as Professor Kirkby is there right now absorbing everything. So, double bonus for me. I get to spend the afternoon preparing to spoil my teammates and next week she's giving us copies of all of the literature she's picking up. Wicked. I really do love being a Muggle Stuides major. It just enables me to obsess over these things and call it "academic".