When I was young I knew everything

( Dr. Ernie is in the house )

I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT. I SHOULD HAVE GONE INTO PEDIATRICS OR E.R. LIKE DAD WANTED ME TO. AT LEAST I COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING USEFUL TODAY WHEN THEY BROUGHT THEM ALL IN. BUT NO. I HAD TO DO SOMETHING "DIFFERENT" AND "CHALLENGING". SO INSTEAD I HAD TO STAY ON MY GOD DAMNED FLOOR AND JUST DO MY JOB. FUCKING SICK BASTARDS.

Just...all of this I'm sure is the reason that that twitch in my left eye is back. I've got this massive headache forming right now, and I'm still stuck at work. One of my residents...well...can't really talk about it, but it wasn't pretty. So got to deal with that too. Meltdowns...total regression...I'm really hoping that this isn't somehow my fault...all of that work we did....

I know that logically that things of this nature are going to happen, and that it does happen up in Glasgow, but for some stupid reason I keep telling myself that it wouldn't.

So far a brilliant start to my first week on the job.

First off. Rachel did not leave me despite some people's best attempts to steal her away from me. Still happily together, even if we're not constantly throwing it around for everyone to see. Because it's no ones business to be quite honest. Second, do i look stupid enough to piss off Peaks? Third, I applied for that position at the facility up in Glasgow, and I'm interviewing next week at St. M's formally. Dad also sent me a lead on a job at a facility about an hour south of London so I threw my application there as well. Forth, I'm almost done with my thesis. I decided not to put that last reference in there from this rather brilliant article that I found the other day. I just have to be satisfied with how it is. That and my adviser told me it was too long already. Which is kind of ridiculous if you ask me. The idea is to draw out your argument and prove your point, and it shouldn't matter how long or short it is, so long as it's a well done. Fifth, got to have the "No. Really mum. I'm not moving back home." conversation last night. I swear she wasn't this argumentative when Sirius moved out.

Finally, I think I'm going to go to that public form next week. There's just so much there that it'll be interesting to see what people come up with.

Really? Really? You couldn't pick a worse time to crop up you stupid migraine. I have so much to do that day and a half I was down did not help matters at all. The whole thing, as always, has just left me tired and unmotivated. But I know that has more to do with the residual effects of the medication. Which, of course, should be out of my system soon enough, but still. I'm just feeling lethargic and just want to crawl back in bed and sleep this whole thing off.

But I don't have time.

It's going to be a late night.

I guess good news spreads fast? Granddad pulled me aside yesterday and said that he was pretty sure that the administration was thinking about offering me up a job once I'm done with school. I honestly have no idea what to think about this. I mean, on one hand, it would be nice to keep working with the people that I'm currently working with. We've been able to make a little bit of progress in short time, and getting a little bit of function back was more than I ever expected. On the other, I mean, I was kind of hoping to get into more of the private sector of things. There's this really great facility just outside of Glasgow where they work with spell damage that's caused severe brain damage and they work on pretty much doing the same thing I'm doing at St. M's, but with slightly more experimental practices. They're getting some pretty good results with a combination of muggle and magical medicine, and that's something I'd love to be doing. But face it, some kid just out of Healing school. Even I don't need to run the numbers to see how slim my chances are at getting that off the bat. At least if this whole St. M's thing pans out, I can at least get some experience, write some articles, and really try and get my foot in the door so that I can eventually get to a place like that.

I'm really just hoping that whoever told grandad that from administration wasn't just blowing smoke up his arse so that the budget would favor their department next year...

( [Private, Rachel and Sirius can read] )

I was granted "emergency time off" more or less by both by the University and Healer Mulpepper. What's more surprising? I took it and I have very little conflicting feelings about this.

Thesis, internship, and curfew be damned. I'm finding my sister. Just try and get in my way. I dare you.

So good news everyone. That sweets stash I hid in the hollowed out book in the library? Still there. With what looks like all the sweets I've left in there from the last time I needed a snack. Might have to think about replenishing it again, it's getting kind of low. Oh well. Just another excuse to go into Honeydukes. Not that I needed one, but I figured maybe I'll pick some up for the patients I'm working with tomorrow. They've been making some pretty good progress so I think some treats are in order. For patient and healer alike.

So I guess tomorrow Grandad is taking me out to lunch. I'm not sure what this means. I think since Sylvia's been back that he's trying to spend more time with his grandchildren or so he says. Which just confuses me because Grandad isn't exactly the...most touchy-feely person in the world. I mean, he's great, and he's great to have conversations with. But I never expected him to use some of the words he did in the letter I got today. There are eleven of us, so I guess all of you be on the look out for those owls. Because I have feeling their coming.

Guess I actually have to take a lunch break tomorrow from the internship. Guess Healer Mulpepper will be happy that he doesn't have to remind me about that again. Can't help it. I really enjoy working with these people. Some of them are making a bit of progress, some I fear, won't. But, you never know!

[Hexed so Peyton can't read]

Okay you lot. Tomorrow is Peyton's birthday. And I figured, being the amazing brother that I am, I would throw her a surprise party. So, I'll need you lot to show up around seven at my dorm room. Don't really need to bring anything, unless you're feeling rather generous then I really won't complain too much. But yeah, seven, be there. Don't be late.

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PEYTON. You. Me. Birthday dinner tomorrow. No arguments. I'm coming to pick you up at seven.

So. The beginning of the end starts tomorrow as it seems. If for some reason I had forgotten that the semester begins tomorrow the eighteen owls I've received from dad since Friday would have clued me in for sure. Not that I don't appreciate all the advice he's giving me for the internship, for example, the maps of the hospital with the shortcuts to get places, and the best route to get to St. M's, and the best places to eat when the caf food doesn't sound appetizing. Those are rather valuable things. However, some of the other things...not so much. I'm starting to wonder how much of this is dad, and how much of this is dad and mum standing over parchment just fretting over things.

In a way, it's nice. Knowing that I have their support. But in a way its smothering and I would just like to point out that I have to "leave the nest" sometime and make some mistakes on my own. I could go into detailed theories but I'm fairly sure that two certain people are tired of hearing of them, so I will digress for the moment.

In short, I am pretty excited about starting my internship tomorrow. Three days at St. M's working with Healer Mulpepper up in Spell Damage with some of the longer term patients and their families. Should be quite fascinating. Well, how could it not be? I don't want to put one type of my specialty field over another, but somehow this is more practical than just sitting there asking people to tell me about their feelings and why their daddy issues are giving them intimacy issues. Oh, I'm sure they'll be plenty of that on the horizon, however, dealing with trauma in both a physical and mental sense, I'm hoping to make that my bread and butter right there. If anything though, I'll at least have enough to finish up my thesis. Ha.

Speaking of which, Eloise, how's yours coming along? Well I hope!

So tomorrow is a very important day in the lives of my particular section of our little Macmillan Clan. Tomorrow is the day we turn the house upside down and clean the whole thing from top to bottom. Even if the chances that people will enter the upstairs bathroom that Sirius and I used to share is...probably at a less than 40% chance by my math. It is also that day that big brother comes home and I use my fun powers to trick him into doing all of my chores while I sit there and watch him do it. Last year I'd gotten him to do about 1/3 of the chores before he caught on and got me with...with the hose. Jokes on him. I planned for that this year.

Went out with Sirius last night. Turns out it is actually possible to get your head stuck in a vase. Let him run around with it on his head for a good ten minutes too. And then spent the next hour explaining to him why he needed to pay up on our bet.

I am an amazing human being for putting up with the Firsties. Just saying. You all should be thanking me, showing me with gifts in the form of coffee and overly processed sugar. The Firstie I'm tutoring really just asked me if sleeping with his book under his pillow would make him smarter. And I'm afraid my answer just lead to breaking his poor little feeble brain. I swear that they're getting less intelligent. I wonder if anyone's done a study on...no...that would mean more interaction with them, and I'm trying to avoid that. And then some other first year asked me to adopt them. I'm not adopting anyone. It's not happening.

Also. I'm no longer tutoring. I'm a terribly impatient tutor. Even if it was kind of fun to do first year homework again. It was a nice mental break.

Two hundred pages of combined reading, completed.
Two essays for two different classes, completed.
Four books checked out for thesis writing, completed.
First book of the four books started, incomplete.


I'm not sure my brain can fit any more information in tonight. I think maybe I'll head down to the common area to see what's going on.

Unless I have any other offers. Just so I don't just sit here and worry.

And by the way, I've been living off of the coffee at Grain Expectations, and it's pretty much my life blood right now. So...yeah. Just saying.

I've hidden a hollowed out book filled with candy somewhere in the library stacks. If anyone finds it, they can keep the candy. Assuming that I don't eat it all first.

Oh, and there a couple million items in the collection so...have fun with that!

....

It's official. My father is insane. And I think I finally have enough proof to prove it too. Real life examples and from my notes from my readings to prove it and everything.

Naturally, I'm placing the blame on Sirius. Because I'm pretty sure he's the one that started the insanity process to begin with. And I'm sure dorky little brother didn't help the cause either. Pey and I are the only normal ones in this particular section of the family.

So to sum up:
Mum = still to be determined.
Dad = insane.
Sirius = insane.
Ernie = normal.
Asher = insane.
Peyton = normal.


I'm noticing a pattern here. Wonder if I could get a grant for this....

It's okay guys. It only took 12 days this year for someone to go streaking through the dorms today. So anyone who had day 12 in the pool you win all of the 4 Galleons, 5 Sickles and 2 Knuts we collected.

Which raises a question. Why is it always large males doing the streaking? Either way, people, please, do us all a favor. Keep your clothes on in public. No one wants to see that. And if they do, just keep it behind closed doors, yeah?

Seriously, these flibbertigibbet first years are driving me insane. I don't get how they can be so insouciance, don't these people have work to accomplish?

I cannot wait until I start my internship next semester. That's the only down side to picking a Psychology emphasis, those internships don't start until the Spring semester. However, I'll only be taking two classes, and one is to talk about my internship. So, one last final push and this will all be a mostly happy memory.

PEYTON! WHY DID I ALMOST BREAK MY NECK TRIPPING OVER A FERRET?!