Anyways, as a continuation of the pre-puking years, I met a girl name Brittany.  She was at Hogwarts purely so her parents could go 10 months without seeing her.  I can just imagine the feeling of love in that house…  So anyways, she was helping me devise a way (Through magic of course) to get back @ the bratty little frizz ball.  I love evil.  I think I may be related to Voldemort… *evil laugh*

            As always, two weeks later, she manages the nerve to talk to me about something I would never have even cared about in the first place… but I am always too distracted by the dead cat on her head.  I think it was a cat at some point anyways… okay… next topic before I start talking about dead cats.  She started talking to me about how she's madly in luv with Harry Potter, and hopes that one day they'll get married… blah blah blah… I should be getting paid to hear her stupid and pointless ramblings. 

            After pretending to help frizz ball plan her wedding… when really all I was doing was messing everything up (as usual).  I finally caught up with Brittany after potions and added Professor Snape to our list of people we want to see tortured for endless hours for our own sick pleasure. 

            List of people we want to see tortured for endless hours for our own sick pleasure

Frizz Ball Whitney Brittany's old friend who is also a massive… #@$@#& Professor Snape

I'm thinking about opening an anger-management service… for myself.  I need to hit something right now.  Very badly…where the heck's frizz ball when u need her.  Probably off proposing to Potter.  It's disgusting.  I'm fairly sure she sleeps with a picture of him under her pillow.  I caught her kissing it the other night before lights out.  And I thought Pansy was mad about Draco… Man…. She's perfectly normal compared to little miss I'm in luv with a picture that I kiss every night before I go to bed because I think it will somehow manage to get him to fall in luv with me.

Her friends… well… whatever they are… are really queer.  One has bright read hair.  Not to diss read-head's or anything… but u can see this guy's head all the way down the hall!!!! Uh!!!! I swear… if you people could just see it!!!  Its worse than frizz ball… although I would much rather take Fireball over Frizz Ball.

Ooooooooooo… I must go get a tape recorder now.  Frizz Ball is now serenading Potter in her sleep.   The whole school must know of this event… hahahaha… I am so evil.  Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Ha!