September 27^th
10:00 p.m.
Haven't written in a while, but nothing's changed. I'm still stressing over what dress robes to wear, how to do my makeup (makeup in general really) and the possibility of snogging THE Oliver Wood and becoming the envy of the female population
That status sounds very inviting.
September 30
I've decided on a pair of satiny black robes with an orange trim, that's Halloween festive, yes? One bloody challenge down, two more to go.
Oh, and should I be focusing more on school work?
~*~
October 1
It's raining today. I was planning of going outside with Nicole and Rowena to watch Oliver train with his Quidditch team. They're still training, but I refuse to go outside and get my hair wet, come inside and have it go POOF and be frizzy. I decided I'll just try and focus on getting my eyes to become more prominent. Nicole and Rowena both suggest one thing: eyeliner.
Bad experiences with that, last time I tried eyeliner, I ended up poking my eye. I didn't blind myself, but it hurt like a motha.
October 12
Locker room incident
Well, Katie Bell told me to go and get Alicia from the locker rooms. Me, never having been in one, and also being slightly dim at times, went straight past the girls locker rooms and into the boys.
It would've been a really funny site if it wasn't so awkward. Oliver Wood stretching out blatantly nude. It would've been funnier had he not grabbed his towel as quickly as he did.
"Bugger. I'm sorry Oliver. I was looking for Alicia, but I'm guessing she's not in here." I said, trying not to look at ANY part of him, although, I partly wanted to.
"Uhh, yeah" He said, furiously red.
"I'll just go now." I said walking out the door. It was now or never that I say this line, so, I said it. "By the way...nice broomstick."
October 13
Tried to talk to Oliver, to find out more about the dance. Appears to refuse to talk to me.
Bugger.
October 20
After a week he's managed to say `Hello'
October 31
The dance is tonight. Wish me luck.
11:00 p.m.
The dance is over... too tired, and euphoric to write any more. I am going to go have a dream involving Oliver and I in a certain Quidditch locker room. Snicker snicker.
P.S. Liv is now the size of a German Shepard.
10:00 p.m.
Haven't written in a while, but nothing's changed. I'm still stressing over what dress robes to wear, how to do my makeup (makeup in general really) and the possibility of snogging THE Oliver Wood and becoming the envy of the female population
That status sounds very inviting.
September 30
I've decided on a pair of satiny black robes with an orange trim, that's Halloween festive, yes? One bloody challenge down, two more to go.
Oh, and should I be focusing more on school work?
~*~
October 1
It's raining today. I was planning of going outside with Nicole and Rowena to watch Oliver train with his Quidditch team. They're still training, but I refuse to go outside and get my hair wet, come inside and have it go POOF and be frizzy. I decided I'll just try and focus on getting my eyes to become more prominent. Nicole and Rowena both suggest one thing: eyeliner.
Bad experiences with that, last time I tried eyeliner, I ended up poking my eye. I didn't blind myself, but it hurt like a motha.
October 12
Locker room incident
Well, Katie Bell told me to go and get Alicia from the locker rooms. Me, never having been in one, and also being slightly dim at times, went straight past the girls locker rooms and into the boys.
It would've been a really funny site if it wasn't so awkward. Oliver Wood stretching out blatantly nude. It would've been funnier had he not grabbed his towel as quickly as he did.
"Bugger. I'm sorry Oliver. I was looking for Alicia, but I'm guessing she's not in here." I said, trying not to look at ANY part of him, although, I partly wanted to.
"Uhh, yeah" He said, furiously red.
"I'll just go now." I said walking out the door. It was now or never that I say this line, so, I said it. "By the way...nice broomstick."
October 13
Tried to talk to Oliver, to find out more about the dance. Appears to refuse to talk to me.
Bugger.
October 20
After a week he's managed to say `Hello'
October 31
The dance is tonight. Wish me luck.
11:00 p.m.
The dance is over... too tired, and euphoric to write any more. I am going to go have a dream involving Oliver and I in a certain Quidditch locker room. Snicker snicker.
P.S. Liv is now the size of a German Shepard.