The Journal
Entry 4
FUCK.
FUCK.
FUCK.
I failed my FUCKING transfiguration O.W.L.'s
FUCK.
I got a fucking P
A FUCKING P!
WHAT THE FUCK? HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?
You see I had been neglecting this FUCKING UGLY journal to study for my FUCKING O.W.L's but APPARENTLY I didn't study ENOUGH!
I study for a good day, straight. Like, seriously, no joke. All. Fucking. Day.
Oh did I tell you the absolute great part about all of this?
Potter got a fucking O.
A fucking O.
Congratu-FUCKING-lations
He's all, "Evans. What did u get?"
I pretend I didn't hear him.
Potter, of course, yelled louder.
"EVANS!"
ok not that loud.
But still, loud.
"What?" I yell back.
"How'd you do?"
"Why the hell do you care?"
"I was just wondering."
"Well don't"
Don't you just love my fabulous come backs?
How do I just keep them coming?
I really suck.
And now every time I say that I hear Potter in the back of my head going 'you do huh? Well, I'm free right about now if you want to suck some more…' And I can see him wiggling his eye brows or winking at me or something.
I wish I could wiggle my eye brows like that. It's a skill.
A crude, stupid thing to do. But wiggling your eyes brows is still a skill. Its like rolling your tongue.
Oh dear, I just heard potter in the back of my mind going 'really? I have a better place for you to roll that tongue Lily Flower…" Then he would show off his wiggly eye brows again. Pig.
ANYWAY, Jack Davis asked me if I wanted to 'study' with him.
Translation: "Hey Lilly, do you want to go to the library with me and have me put my hand on your knee then rape your mouth with my tongue as you gag because I'm fucking disgusting?"
Yeah, I guess he just forgot to mention that.
I blame him for my fucking P!
Even if we were studying potions…
It doesn't matter; it was still all his fault.
I'm going to cry.
Again.
No one better see this.
I should have gone inside. Less people. Everyone is just walking around, with big smiles on their faces.
They didn't a P.
Oh my Merlin, I'll never be able to get a job with a P.
I guess there's nothing I can do about it now.
Great, now I'm crying. More like quieting sobbing.
Shit, fuck. Potter is walking over.
I'll be right back.
Well that was weird.
He comes up to me and says, "What's wrong Evans?"
"Nothing."
"Those tears don't look like nothing."
"Well, they're nothing."
"No they're not"
This goes on till I give in and say 'yes something is wrong!"
"What happened? Did someone hurt you? If sniv-"
"No, he didn't do anything, chill."
Potter sat down next to me, look how much my day sucks.
At least he smelled good.
Ahh, the small things in life.
AH! Where did that come from?
Ahem, anyways, so then I told him.
I don't know why I told him, but I did.
He said it would be fine, everyone messes up every once and while and that it will all be ok. That anyone who knew me would know I wasn't stupid and I everyone would be begging for someone like me to work for them.
I have to hand it to the boy. He knows how to make you feel better.
I thanked him, I know right I saw Satan icing skating earlier.
I'm referring to the fact that I have never thanked him before.
Except my first night here I think I said thanks for passing the peas or something.
Did you know that peas have the same happy chemical in them as chocolate? Many I should eat some chocolate covered peas. That's how much cheering up I need.
OH MY MERLIN!
What is my mother going to think?
-Lily
Look, im going to be the gross guy at a bar that goes
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-Jenna
(Haha, I kept that because it makes me happy. I forgot how strange I was in '09)