Authors Note: Oh my gosh I feel so special! All of these reviews, you
guys ROCK!
Becky: Yes, I hope other people do not snog their brother on the side too! Bran does seem rather cute to me (laughs because she 'made him up') He is like the perfect boyfriend! Why aren't there guys like this in real life? Gosh!
Kadeejay: Thanks for the review! You're one of my new reviewers! Score! I do update quite a lot, cause I LOVE writing and I find it enjoyable! I don't know whom I'd choose: Oliver, and George are both cuties!
Riposte: Thanks for your reviews! To quote you "hmph." I like manipulating peoples' emotions and I am scarily sort of good at it. Read my other stories and you'll see, I make people cry! (Evil laugh) Whoa that sounded rather evil! Do forgive me! Love the reviews!
Sailor Gemini: You are back! Celebrate good times come on! Right then. Bran does seem cute, he's made to be cute, and have like an amazing personality! But I am so disappointed he isn't real! So many lame-o bad personality guys out there! Pity! Thanks for the review!
Draco Malfoy's Bad Girl: I know, last chapter wasn't very funny; I'm hoping to make this one longer and a bit more funnier, however I can't promise anything! I know, it is sad for Katie! Poor her.
Before I sound totally and grossly pompous, I want you guys ALL to check out my favorite stories, because there are seriously some AMAZING stories in there. Enjoy!
All reviews are greatly appreciated.
~*Chasing Mr. Wood*~
5:34 PM:
To the point where I have absolutely no boyfriend Bran is looking pretty DARN good now.
5:39 PM:
Pout.
6:00 PM:
Has Bran talked to George yet? Love stinks. No, no, no I must keep reminding myself that true love doesn't stink.
6:15 PM:
Does that prove George and I don't have, true love?
6:19 PM:
No, no, no! I love him.
6:23 PM:
Just not now.
6:29 PM:
I'm going to go talk to Bran, lah'di'dah.
7:56 PM:
Back from talking to Bran, he says he talked to George. Apparently here's the conversation: Or so Bran says this is how it went.
"Do you still like Katie? I mean she's my friend and all and I really think that she still likes you."
BRAN! HELLOOOOOOO!!! You weren't supposed to say that he is so daft.
Then George just started fidgeting and said: "I don't really like her that much, I mean as a friend, but those ears, ergh!"
That's when Bran punched him really hard in the face.
I patted Bran on the back.
Then, for some odd reason I started crying, again.
8:00 PM:
I am starting to want to become religious; maybe my issues will be solved through prayer.
8:45 PM:
Or maybe not.
8:50 PM:
I've got to go talk to Alicia, who just may be a ditz (okay so substitute 'may' for more like 'totally positively is a ditz.')
9:46 PM:
(Sigh) Alicia and Oliver's relationship is having 'issues' as Alicia calls it.
"So what's the problem?"-Me
"Oliver"
"Never your fault is it?"
Alicia shakes her head.
"He's just, I don't know"-Alicia
"Just what?"-Me inquiring about the object of my affection: Oliver.
Alicia Shrug
"It just isn't there."-Alicia
I decided not to pry any more. Sadly, now I wish I would have!
Alicia seemed pretty down to me, poor her.
8:55 PM:
Oh well, you know what they always say: Misery loves company! Alicia just came into my little section of the dormitory with ice cream, butter beer, nail polish, and her piccie of Oliver. I'm guessing she wants to talk. This could take ages knowing Alicia: Taking for example:
-Three years ago-
"Alicia, it isn't a big deal, turkey or chicken?"
"Yes it is, hmmmmm"
"ALICIA!"
"Hmmm, I don't know stop pressuring me! I'm getting all nervous I don't want to be unfair I mean last night I had chicken."
"Then have turkey!"
"No, no, no but I mean, I like chicken!"
"Then eat chicken!"
(I groan)
"Okay, well too bad, the chicken and turkey are both gone now, Moron."
That was how it was three years ago ^^^ Sadly, the poor girl hasn't even changed. She still likes turkey. And chicken. Oh the choices!
5 AM:
Back from talking with Alicia, she seriously talks loads. She wasn't wearing makeup though, thanks goodness I'm a bit scared of "Dopey the Clown" thank you very much.
She sort of exploded on me: "I'm sorry, you have him." (Insert Alicia crying like a banshee, or maybe that was screaming) "I'm sorry, I don't like him, I never have, it's just, I don't know he's hot, and popular, and he's a MORON!" (More crying) "And I don't want a boy to get in the way of our friendship!" (Squeal)
What friendship? Okay so that was cruel, moving on.
I just sort of raised an eyebrow, then in my most earnest voice: "What'd he do to you?"
(Inaudible Alicia mourning the loss of Oliver)
"Alicia! Best friend here ready to help you." Very sarcastically I say this, but Alicia doesn't know the meaning of sarcasm.
She told me he's a loser, oh that only explains THE WHOLE MALE POPULATION! Hmph. Finally she said that:
"It just isn't there, it never was, I thought he was the one like I thought he was amazing, it was head over heels-full on in love. But it wasn't, I wanted it to be a fantasy world thing, it most certainly isn't, I'm breaking up with him tomorrow."
Then, she took her half eaten carton of ice cream, her collection of nail polish, and half a butter beer back to her side of the dorm. However, she didn't bring her Oliver picture back to her dorm, she left it here. She closed the curtains and I could hear her crying.
What's with this life?
5:49 AM:
Misery.
5:50 AM:
Pain.
5:51 AM:
Agony.
5:53 AM:
Dumbness.
5:54 AM:
Pathetic.
5:55 AM:
Pain.
5:59 AM:
Okay, so that's enough. I'm going down to the common room.
6:04 AM:
Forgot it was closed.
6:34 AM:
Leaving again, hopefully it's open now.
6:39 AM:
It's open, and George just came in. And when he came in I saw he had this really, really black eye and he was stumbling in with his wizard hat pajamas on. Oh Merlin, he's sitting down.
Right next to me, now he's motioning over to me. I think he wants to talk.
Well, I can't talk right now.
Yes, I can nevermind I'll make time. Even if the great big prat doesn't deserve a minute of my time.
7:56 AM:
Hm, I was talking to George. That boy totally needs to be fried; cooked, sautéed because he is done!
Because you know what? I am worth so much more then that boy has ever given me. I'm worth more than one dance, one kind word, or one snog.
A heck of a lot more.
Becky: Yes, I hope other people do not snog their brother on the side too! Bran does seem rather cute to me (laughs because she 'made him up') He is like the perfect boyfriend! Why aren't there guys like this in real life? Gosh!
Kadeejay: Thanks for the review! You're one of my new reviewers! Score! I do update quite a lot, cause I LOVE writing and I find it enjoyable! I don't know whom I'd choose: Oliver, and George are both cuties!
Riposte: Thanks for your reviews! To quote you "hmph." I like manipulating peoples' emotions and I am scarily sort of good at it. Read my other stories and you'll see, I make people cry! (Evil laugh) Whoa that sounded rather evil! Do forgive me! Love the reviews!
Sailor Gemini: You are back! Celebrate good times come on! Right then. Bran does seem cute, he's made to be cute, and have like an amazing personality! But I am so disappointed he isn't real! So many lame-o bad personality guys out there! Pity! Thanks for the review!
Draco Malfoy's Bad Girl: I know, last chapter wasn't very funny; I'm hoping to make this one longer and a bit more funnier, however I can't promise anything! I know, it is sad for Katie! Poor her.
Before I sound totally and grossly pompous, I want you guys ALL to check out my favorite stories, because there are seriously some AMAZING stories in there. Enjoy!
All reviews are greatly appreciated.
~*Chasing Mr. Wood*~
5:34 PM:
To the point where I have absolutely no boyfriend Bran is looking pretty DARN good now.
5:39 PM:
Pout.
6:00 PM:
Has Bran talked to George yet? Love stinks. No, no, no I must keep reminding myself that true love doesn't stink.
6:15 PM:
Does that prove George and I don't have, true love?
6:19 PM:
No, no, no! I love him.
6:23 PM:
Just not now.
6:29 PM:
I'm going to go talk to Bran, lah'di'dah.
7:56 PM:
Back from talking to Bran, he says he talked to George. Apparently here's the conversation: Or so Bran says this is how it went.
"Do you still like Katie? I mean she's my friend and all and I really think that she still likes you."
BRAN! HELLOOOOOOO!!! You weren't supposed to say that he is so daft.
Then George just started fidgeting and said: "I don't really like her that much, I mean as a friend, but those ears, ergh!"
That's when Bran punched him really hard in the face.
I patted Bran on the back.
Then, for some odd reason I started crying, again.
8:00 PM:
I am starting to want to become religious; maybe my issues will be solved through prayer.
8:45 PM:
Or maybe not.
8:50 PM:
I've got to go talk to Alicia, who just may be a ditz (okay so substitute 'may' for more like 'totally positively is a ditz.')
9:46 PM:
(Sigh) Alicia and Oliver's relationship is having 'issues' as Alicia calls it.
"So what's the problem?"-Me
"Oliver"
"Never your fault is it?"
Alicia shakes her head.
"He's just, I don't know"-Alicia
"Just what?"-Me inquiring about the object of my affection: Oliver.
Alicia Shrug
"It just isn't there."-Alicia
I decided not to pry any more. Sadly, now I wish I would have!
Alicia seemed pretty down to me, poor her.
8:55 PM:
Oh well, you know what they always say: Misery loves company! Alicia just came into my little section of the dormitory with ice cream, butter beer, nail polish, and her piccie of Oliver. I'm guessing she wants to talk. This could take ages knowing Alicia: Taking for example:
-Three years ago-
"Alicia, it isn't a big deal, turkey or chicken?"
"Yes it is, hmmmmm"
"ALICIA!"
"Hmmm, I don't know stop pressuring me! I'm getting all nervous I don't want to be unfair I mean last night I had chicken."
"Then have turkey!"
"No, no, no but I mean, I like chicken!"
"Then eat chicken!"
(I groan)
"Okay, well too bad, the chicken and turkey are both gone now, Moron."
That was how it was three years ago ^^^ Sadly, the poor girl hasn't even changed. She still likes turkey. And chicken. Oh the choices!
5 AM:
Back from talking with Alicia, she seriously talks loads. She wasn't wearing makeup though, thanks goodness I'm a bit scared of "Dopey the Clown" thank you very much.
She sort of exploded on me: "I'm sorry, you have him." (Insert Alicia crying like a banshee, or maybe that was screaming) "I'm sorry, I don't like him, I never have, it's just, I don't know he's hot, and popular, and he's a MORON!" (More crying) "And I don't want a boy to get in the way of our friendship!" (Squeal)
What friendship? Okay so that was cruel, moving on.
I just sort of raised an eyebrow, then in my most earnest voice: "What'd he do to you?"
(Inaudible Alicia mourning the loss of Oliver)
"Alicia! Best friend here ready to help you." Very sarcastically I say this, but Alicia doesn't know the meaning of sarcasm.
She told me he's a loser, oh that only explains THE WHOLE MALE POPULATION! Hmph. Finally she said that:
"It just isn't there, it never was, I thought he was the one like I thought he was amazing, it was head over heels-full on in love. But it wasn't, I wanted it to be a fantasy world thing, it most certainly isn't, I'm breaking up with him tomorrow."
Then, she took her half eaten carton of ice cream, her collection of nail polish, and half a butter beer back to her side of the dorm. However, she didn't bring her Oliver picture back to her dorm, she left it here. She closed the curtains and I could hear her crying.
What's with this life?
5:49 AM:
Misery.
5:50 AM:
Pain.
5:51 AM:
Agony.
5:53 AM:
Dumbness.
5:54 AM:
Pathetic.
5:55 AM:
Pain.
5:59 AM:
Okay, so that's enough. I'm going down to the common room.
6:04 AM:
Forgot it was closed.
6:34 AM:
Leaving again, hopefully it's open now.
6:39 AM:
It's open, and George just came in. And when he came in I saw he had this really, really black eye and he was stumbling in with his wizard hat pajamas on. Oh Merlin, he's sitting down.
Right next to me, now he's motioning over to me. I think he wants to talk.
Well, I can't talk right now.
Yes, I can nevermind I'll make time. Even if the great big prat doesn't deserve a minute of my time.
7:56 AM:
Hm, I was talking to George. That boy totally needs to be fried; cooked, sautéed because he is done!
Because you know what? I am worth so much more then that boy has ever given me. I'm worth more than one dance, one kind word, or one snog.
A heck of a lot more.