Dean is spelled P.I.M.P.

( I'm gonna race for the morning sun. And it's gonna shine on me. Oh, it's gonna shine. )

I have done some considerable thinking. And I've come to one very important conclusion. And that is:

I'm still very displeased right now. Okay two. Because apparently I can't "kill" the "Hellhounds".

[Minotaurs]

So we're changing things up. We've got one match to turn it around, and completely destroy the Hellhounds, dismantle, and put an obscene amount of points on them if we're going to win this. So. Tomorrow morning. Six am sharp (which means 5:45, anyone who shows up at 6 will be doing laps until I say they can stop.).

Don't bitch. If you do, I'll give your position up to someone who is willing to put the work in. Don't think I won't.

[/Hex]

So. If someone were to ask me what I was up to over spring break, the conversation just might go like this:

Person: So. Dean. How are you spending your break?

Dean: Well. I'm spending my break time training.

Person: Isn't that a little predictable?

Dean: Not in the slightest. Since I can't "technically" hold "practices" I have to make up for it in other ways. After all, I can't let myself take a break when we're so close to the end of the season. That and I'm not going to let anyone else get the drop on me like that again.

Person: Shouldn't you be using this time to relax, get a head in homework visit home, or just enjoy some time off?

Dean: Who are you and why are you wasting my time? I have weights to go lift, and a few miles to run.

So, I'll be at the rec center and then...places as I'm not sure how far I'll run today.

I'm fine. I don't want you to visit. I want to be left alone with my notebooks so I can figure out how to fix this.

Dad verses Uncle Patrick....a fight for the ages I'm telling you.

I have never been more uncomfortable in my LIFE...well...that kind of uncomfortable. Since I suppose there is more than one kind...

I don't think I've actually ever witnessed Uncle Patrick mad before...ever. I can't say that I blame him. I mean, we're all yelling about Peyton. Yelling is a sport in the Macmillan family sometimes. Who can be the loudest and angriest. Usually dad or myself are the strongest contenders for that title. We're not exactly "rational" when we lose it. Or so I've been told. I'm not so sure about that. But, man, watching Uncle Patrick lose it? Fucking scary.

Evening practice is getting bumped up an hour because of the new curfew and frankly I just don't feel like dealing with it. Any of you lot get caught after hours by yourself, I promise that I'll make you regret it. Remember training camp? Yeah, that. But worse. You really do not want to get on my bad side right now.

Team. As your benevolent leader, who is concerned with certain people getting complacent with my training program, I dare say I've had a stroke of genius.

Trust me. Would I really put you in harms way? Wait...don't answer that? And since you all agree that I'm an amazing human being and that I wouldn't put you in harms way and that my ends always justify the means, we're not meeting at the pitch tomorrow morning for practice. We're meeting outside of the Rec Center at our usual time the ass crack of dawn.

Come on. What could possibly go wrong? Don't answer that?

Alright you lot listen up. The scrimmage is soon and I want all of you to show up. Yes, okay of our own is still missing, but I'm fairly confidant that if she was still here and someone else was missing she'd want us to press on. Plus, might be good to get some of that pent up energy out and take some time to do what we're going to be paid to do love. So I want to see all of you on the pitch and ready to have some fun.

My finance homework is a little pissed at me because I ended up standing her up on our date. But it was worth it. I had an absolutely fantastic time Chris, hope you did too. And perhaps we can even do it again sometime?

Also, for all of my wonderful minions teammates. With the upcoming scrimmage next weekend, guess what? Full on practice starts next week! Aren't you excited? I know it's just a pick up game and everyone's going to get jumbled up, but! We have match just around the corner, and it's time to get back out there and go full on again!

Okay.

Okay.

...Okay. If I promise that nothing's going to fucking die, will one of you PLEASE LET ME OUT OF MY DORM ROOM?! I've been in here for three days. I'm pretty sure this is illegal! I promise to behave myself. Except that I don't. See! I need a new pen. This one is busting up on me and blotting this whole entry with...blots.

Note to self:

Getting escorted out of the Ministry for causing a scene is not the way to get things done in relation to finding out where the fuck your sister is.

Two fucking days. This is NOT looking good. What's the window for missing people? FUCCCCKK.

Okay. Really. Something is really wrong. The last person to see my sister was just before noon. And like....eight hours later still nothing....dad is freaking out...which is leading to another set of problems. But fuck those right now. Because I'm freaking out right now. She's not exactly QUIET. I have a bad feeling about this...

And for the record. Trying to navigate your way around the fucking Ministry is like navigating your way through the jungle without a freaking compass, or map or whatever.

( Hexed to Charlie )

One of the weirdest feelings in the world has to be when you get something stuck between your teeth and then you finally manage to get it out and then it feels weird because you think something should be there. This is why I don't normally eat popcorn. It always gets stuck between my teeth. And not even in the front, it's always in the way back so you can't even really pick at it in public.

THIS IS WHY QUIDDITCH SHOULD GO ALL YEAR. I'm sitting here discussing my dental problems.

T-Minus two days 'till I head home to see the parental units....and the other half of the Wizarding population also known as the Macmillan clan.

Next year I'm begging Zeke to take me with him.

Should be fun, yeah? And if not, probably plenty of the good stuff to make it interesting.

I miss proper matches. Seriously. Whose idea was it for a "winter break" until freaking March? Just because it's a little cold out. If it were up to me, we'd be playing all the way through winter. Speaking of which, guys and gals, we're starting practice back up right after the New Year for those of you who are still in country. I hate hanging out in the middle. We need to make sure we have edge once we start playing again.

Want to know the best part about signing that little piece of paper that says "Yes, I am in fact going to keep living in the dorms over break"? I have the whole damn floor to myself.

I swear I slept for 12 hours last night and damn if it didn't feel amazing.

I can't even say that I'm that upset over yesterday's loss. I mean, I hate losing. It's worse than being told that hot girl you've been making out with is some long lost cousin or something. Which in my family is a very distinct possibility, which is why I don't tend to make out with random women. But that aside, You guys played brilliantly despite the loss, so I think you lot can take Monday off as a reward. Everyone deserves a bit of rest and we don't play again until the 3rd so no need to over work you guys.

People are so stupid. Anyone whose ever talked to me for more than five minutes will realize that I'm not serious...

I have been told by university authorities that I am to apologize for my comments about dismembering my fellow teammates. They have told me that it is not funny to joke about dismembering someone because they're not working hard enough. Or because they just so happen to be my bitch the reserve Seeker. I have been informed that it is just a game, and that it is not worth harming one of my players over. I have been also informed that I'll be closely monitored for the next two weeks to make sure that I'm not actually endangering my players. If they find that I have an "anger problem" I'll be forced into taking anger management classes. But have been assured that unless I actually dismember someone, I won't lose my Captaincy. But I might lose it next year if this "unacceptable behavior" continues. Wankers. And finally, arguing that certain publications with a distinct lack of credibility made it up is not a valid argument because they are in fact under the assumption that the lack of credibility and a silly thing like sarcasm does not actually exist.

( Private to Zeke and Drew )

Dismemberment, huh? Can't say I've used that one before, but hell, if it works.


I'm kidding. I would never dismember anyone. The smell would be far too unpleasant.

[Hexed to Bele]

Okay. So here's the deal. You kidnapped me to go to Munich. And I'm kidnapping you to go to the Mask thing. Okay. Good. Now that we have that settled....I forgot what I was going to say.

[/Bele]

Okay. I freaking love my roommate. He brought back pizza "Just because". He maybe a drunk at times. But damn if I'm not benefiting from his drunken munchies.

Must. Not. Kill. My. Team. Need. Them. For. The. Rest. Of. The. Season. And the reserves are shite.

Good work Lila. I'll give it to you this time and I look forward to rematch down the road, yeah?

That twitch is back. Knew I should have sacrificed that bloody bastard.

Actually. This weekend has been a hell of a lot of fun. The first day was kind of crazy, just trying to get our bearings, and trying to come up with a plan to "maximize the fun". It must have worked because currently the big guys is down for the count in the middle of the park at the moment and I've been poking with him with a stick for the past twenty minutes while I wait for Bele to get back. You'd think it'd get boring after a while and...you'd be right. I think I'm going to start drawing on his face next.

Hope you lot have enjoyed your weekend off. We're taking the first portkey back in the morning, so practice will be held at its usual time. Can't start slacking now that we have momentum!