September 21th.
Boyfriends: 0. Admirers: 1 Admirers who don't make me throw up when I look at them: 0
What is it with that Neville-boy? SERIOUSLY.
I had detention with him, I think Snape just has a quota of Gryffindors in detention that he has to fill. So - first night, okay. I had to brew some potion or other. Can't remember the name - I think it was a healing potion, it may have been something else. What does it matter? He said it was okay. Second night, Neville is there, perving all over me, as per usual. I can't even pass him in the corridors nowadays without, 'Hi Jess!' I told him to stop that! People will think I know him.
So I get back to Gryffindor Tower and Oliver and Angelina are 'studying' by the fire, looking very cosy. Bitch. She's just had her hair done, as well. She went into Hogsmeade. The annoying thing is, it looks really nice, and Oliver keeps touching it - which is what boys do when they OBVIOUSLY like you. Why is she playing hard to get? Stupid slag. We all know she slept with that 6th year Ravenclaw last year.
Yeah, so, my life is shit.
Things I need to do to sort out my life:
Stop getting detention.
Move on from Oliver.
Lose weight.
Crush Neville boy's crush on me.
That's about it, I think. So if I do all of those, then Oliver will like me, wait - then I've already moved on from Oliver, so I'll be like stupid Angelina bitch. Not responding to the obvious, sickeningly sweet flirting.
And I keep seeing Potter boy wandering round the corridors, with Weasley no.6. Fortunately, Granger-girl no longer with them to annoy me to the power of 3, but she is spending a lot of time in her room, upset. Why is she upset? Maybe she likes the Boy who Lived. If he wasn't a first year, I think I could go for the fame and that kind of thing.
Of course Oliver will be England Quidditch Captain before we know it, and we can sell the wedding photos to 'Witch Weekly' magazine, and talk about how happy we are, and how sad we were to hear the news about Angelina's fall from a hexed-broom that went beserk. *evil grin*
Potions homework to do, for tomorrow. It's some essay or other, can't remember what it's about. I may need to ask someone.
Transfiguration homework also for tomorrow.
Angelina just breezed past in a cloud of cheap perfume and reminded me that Charms essay also for tomorrow.
I'm screwed. I'm tired and I'm screwed, want to sleep. No - can't sleep. Homework to do. Dammit.
Boyfriends: 0. Admirers: 1 Admirers who don't make me throw up when I look at them: 0
What is it with that Neville-boy? SERIOUSLY.
I had detention with him, I think Snape just has a quota of Gryffindors in detention that he has to fill. So - first night, okay. I had to brew some potion or other. Can't remember the name - I think it was a healing potion, it may have been something else. What does it matter? He said it was okay. Second night, Neville is there, perving all over me, as per usual. I can't even pass him in the corridors nowadays without, 'Hi Jess!' I told him to stop that! People will think I know him.
So I get back to Gryffindor Tower and Oliver and Angelina are 'studying' by the fire, looking very cosy. Bitch. She's just had her hair done, as well. She went into Hogsmeade. The annoying thing is, it looks really nice, and Oliver keeps touching it - which is what boys do when they OBVIOUSLY like you. Why is she playing hard to get? Stupid slag. We all know she slept with that 6th year Ravenclaw last year.
Yeah, so, my life is shit.
Things I need to do to sort out my life:
Stop getting detention.
Move on from Oliver.
Lose weight.
Crush Neville boy's crush on me.
That's about it, I think. So if I do all of those, then Oliver will like me, wait - then I've already moved on from Oliver, so I'll be like stupid Angelina bitch. Not responding to the obvious, sickeningly sweet flirting.
And I keep seeing Potter boy wandering round the corridors, with Weasley no.6. Fortunately, Granger-girl no longer with them to annoy me to the power of 3, but she is spending a lot of time in her room, upset. Why is she upset? Maybe she likes the Boy who Lived. If he wasn't a first year, I think I could go for the fame and that kind of thing.
Of course Oliver will be England Quidditch Captain before we know it, and we can sell the wedding photos to 'Witch Weekly' magazine, and talk about how happy we are, and how sad we were to hear the news about Angelina's fall from a hexed-broom that went beserk. *evil grin*
Potions homework to do, for tomorrow. It's some essay or other, can't remember what it's about. I may need to ask someone.
Transfiguration homework also for tomorrow.
Angelina just breezed past in a cloud of cheap perfume and reminded me that Charms essay also for tomorrow.
I'm screwed. I'm tired and I'm screwed, want to sleep. No - can't sleep. Homework to do. Dammit.