Not Crazy-Just Different
A Saga of Extreme Proportions: The Darby Holliwether Story (heh heh)
September 29th
10:19 AM
Two more days! I cannot believe this. And Percy will find out I like him in two days. I'm dancing with Oliver in two days. I'm having a great time with Derrick in two days.
Two days!
You know what? I think that my brain is going to explode from the pressure of all of this PRESSURE! DEATH!
Well, super duh! You can't live without a brain, right?
Gosh, I'm thinking about this too much.
But still, can't you just see that happening to me though? And WHAT a way to go! Go out with a bang. Hahahaha, oh Darby, you slay me!
11:45 AM
I'm getting nervous just THINKING about the dance! Wait a minute, I'm a rebel (Muah hahaha), I don't care about this! Until Derrick asked me, I would either A) Not go at all or B) Go with Oliver and Percy and be a miserable, whiny third wheel!
You know what? I don't particularly want to wear a skirt. Maybe I'll just wear my jeans and my white shirt, and my boots and my (okay, well, Sammy's anyway) dragon necklace! That sounds like a really good idea to me, for some reason anyway.
I think that would be suffice. I would like that.
Well, I'm going to get ready to eat lunch. Takes SO much preparation, right? Heeheehee.
3:22 PM
I talked to Oliver today, who has suddenly gotten sort of pale and what not. He needs to get more sleep. I don't know why I'm getting so worried about him though. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself, correct?
Percy is OBSESSED with the dance and Penelope! Gosh, you'd think that the frickin' Minister of Magic was coming to give us money! It's just a dance! Am I the only sane one here?! Don't you answer that! I think everyone around here has lost their minds; it's crazy!
Just found out they're giving us the day after the dance off. Hurrah. I think I shall do a happy dance-not! Sorry for being so critical and whatnot; I'm kind of in a pissy mood.
At least I can fully write down what happened and send it off to Sammy, who will probably frame the letter and put it up in the hall way. Now that could be highly embarrassing! But what thing that happens to me ISN'T embarrassing?!
You know what? I am getting SO sick of hearing about Penelope! Just the other day, Percy goes 'You guys, isn't Penelope great?" It was SCARY, I had to hold back a scream. So I bit my lip, and Oliver and I just nodded sheepishly.
Arrrgh! I cannot stop worrying about Oliver! I can't help but think he needs to talk to me or something. I know it sounds incredible idiot-ish, but it just broke my heart when I saw Ollie crying, poor guy.
Fudge. Seymour's pecking me. Oh, that's right! I wrote Sammy a letter. She'll want it, I guess.
Now get out of here, owl. He's a good, reliable owl, but he sure does hurt me sometimes! He used to bruise me because I wouldn't push him away because I was scared I would hurt him. Now I know better. He's the one who hurts me, the crazy bird!
There we go, I've got my clothes laid out. I'm so organized and efficient. Me, organized? Hahahaha, don't, you're cracking me up! This is from the person who once lost her house key for three months because she stuck it in the flowerpot on the kitchen windowsill while washing the dishes that Sammy *coughs* forgot to wash (AKA just didn't want to do anyways).
4:01 PM
WHY WHY WHY? Why couldn't I have told Percy on the day I discovered I like him?! This is just unfair! I know he likes Penelope lots, but what's wrong with me? I'm nice, most of the time, I'm loyal (but I'm not a Hufflepuff, muah hahaha), I don't have three eyes, I chew with my mouth closed, and I bathe! What is the matter with me?
I know we're like, best friends but what is up with that? I LIKE him! It's not fair! Why did I have to be so SHY? We could be the ones putting on a show in the library! Not that I'd do that sort of thing, of course, I don't want people judging my kissing skills or whatnot. Now THAT'D be embarrassing, if anything would be!
PERCY! PERCY! PERCY! Gosh, I really have gone off the deep end. Must go speak to Oliver.
Maybe he can bring me back to earth.
5:17 PM
"Hey, Ollie," I said, entering the common room. Oliver sat, legs crossed, on top of the coffee table and playing with his Chocolate Frogs cards. He looked up at me as I flopped listlessly onto the sofa.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Not much. Just having an obsessive moment, followed by a near collapse of my brain," I said dully, covering my eyes with my hands.
"Having a 'Percy moment' again, Darby?" he asked sympathetically.
"Yeah. It's just, well, have you ever liked someone you knew probably wouldn't ever like you back?" I asked slowly, hands still over my eyes.
"I think I can imagine that," Oliver said blankly. I sighed, exasperated.
"It's just-well, I think I'm in emotional peril, here Oliver!" I said lamely.
"You think you're in emotional peril?" he said, half under his breath. I removed my hands from over my eyes and looked at him sadly.
"I've been going on and on about myself and my problems, right? I've been ignoring you?" He nodded slowly. I sat up, moving to sit next to him. I put an arm around him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"It's all right, Darby, happens to the best of us," he said dismissively.
"No, it doesn't. You're my best friend, I shouldn't take you for granted," I said sappily, hugging him. He smiled grimly.
"You don't take me for granted, Darby. Everyone has their moments. Especially when they like someone who doesn't know it," he added absently. "I can't blame you."
"No, come on. Okay. So how are your classes going?"
"Well, you know, boring, lame, and just overall annoying."
"I expected that, Ollie. So, how are things with Casey?" I asked quietly.
"Great," he mused. I smiled.
"That's good." I don't know why I was still hugging him. He seemed pretty sad, even though what he was saying betrayed my instincts. "So, you excited about the dance?" I asked, finally letting go of him.
"Sure I am, who isn't?" Oliver said, staring off into space.
Well, me, I guess. That's who isn't.
OKAY, fine! I lied!
10:24 PM
I could not be more excited! I'm just better at hiding it, that's all!
And I pride myself on that!
A Saga of Extreme Proportions: The Darby Holliwether Story (heh heh)
September 29th
10:19 AM
Two more days! I cannot believe this. And Percy will find out I like him in two days. I'm dancing with Oliver in two days. I'm having a great time with Derrick in two days.
Two days!
You know what? I think that my brain is going to explode from the pressure of all of this PRESSURE! DEATH!
Well, super duh! You can't live without a brain, right?
Gosh, I'm thinking about this too much.
But still, can't you just see that happening to me though? And WHAT a way to go! Go out with a bang. Hahahaha, oh Darby, you slay me!
11:45 AM
I'm getting nervous just THINKING about the dance! Wait a minute, I'm a rebel (Muah hahaha), I don't care about this! Until Derrick asked me, I would either A) Not go at all or B) Go with Oliver and Percy and be a miserable, whiny third wheel!
You know what? I don't particularly want to wear a skirt. Maybe I'll just wear my jeans and my white shirt, and my boots and my (okay, well, Sammy's anyway) dragon necklace! That sounds like a really good idea to me, for some reason anyway.
I think that would be suffice. I would like that.
Well, I'm going to get ready to eat lunch. Takes SO much preparation, right? Heeheehee.
3:22 PM
I talked to Oliver today, who has suddenly gotten sort of pale and what not. He needs to get more sleep. I don't know why I'm getting so worried about him though. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself, correct?
Percy is OBSESSED with the dance and Penelope! Gosh, you'd think that the frickin' Minister of Magic was coming to give us money! It's just a dance! Am I the only sane one here?! Don't you answer that! I think everyone around here has lost their minds; it's crazy!
Just found out they're giving us the day after the dance off. Hurrah. I think I shall do a happy dance-not! Sorry for being so critical and whatnot; I'm kind of in a pissy mood.
At least I can fully write down what happened and send it off to Sammy, who will probably frame the letter and put it up in the hall way. Now that could be highly embarrassing! But what thing that happens to me ISN'T embarrassing?!
You know what? I am getting SO sick of hearing about Penelope! Just the other day, Percy goes 'You guys, isn't Penelope great?" It was SCARY, I had to hold back a scream. So I bit my lip, and Oliver and I just nodded sheepishly.
Arrrgh! I cannot stop worrying about Oliver! I can't help but think he needs to talk to me or something. I know it sounds incredible idiot-ish, but it just broke my heart when I saw Ollie crying, poor guy.
Fudge. Seymour's pecking me. Oh, that's right! I wrote Sammy a letter. She'll want it, I guess.
Now get out of here, owl. He's a good, reliable owl, but he sure does hurt me sometimes! He used to bruise me because I wouldn't push him away because I was scared I would hurt him. Now I know better. He's the one who hurts me, the crazy bird!
There we go, I've got my clothes laid out. I'm so organized and efficient. Me, organized? Hahahaha, don't, you're cracking me up! This is from the person who once lost her house key for three months because she stuck it in the flowerpot on the kitchen windowsill while washing the dishes that Sammy *coughs* forgot to wash (AKA just didn't want to do anyways).
4:01 PM
WHY WHY WHY? Why couldn't I have told Percy on the day I discovered I like him?! This is just unfair! I know he likes Penelope lots, but what's wrong with me? I'm nice, most of the time, I'm loyal (but I'm not a Hufflepuff, muah hahaha), I don't have three eyes, I chew with my mouth closed, and I bathe! What is the matter with me?
I know we're like, best friends but what is up with that? I LIKE him! It's not fair! Why did I have to be so SHY? We could be the ones putting on a show in the library! Not that I'd do that sort of thing, of course, I don't want people judging my kissing skills or whatnot. Now THAT'D be embarrassing, if anything would be!
PERCY! PERCY! PERCY! Gosh, I really have gone off the deep end. Must go speak to Oliver.
Maybe he can bring me back to earth.
5:17 PM
"Hey, Ollie," I said, entering the common room. Oliver sat, legs crossed, on top of the coffee table and playing with his Chocolate Frogs cards. He looked up at me as I flopped listlessly onto the sofa.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Not much. Just having an obsessive moment, followed by a near collapse of my brain," I said dully, covering my eyes with my hands.
"Having a 'Percy moment' again, Darby?" he asked sympathetically.
"Yeah. It's just, well, have you ever liked someone you knew probably wouldn't ever like you back?" I asked slowly, hands still over my eyes.
"I think I can imagine that," Oliver said blankly. I sighed, exasperated.
"It's just-well, I think I'm in emotional peril, here Oliver!" I said lamely.
"You think you're in emotional peril?" he said, half under his breath. I removed my hands from over my eyes and looked at him sadly.
"I've been going on and on about myself and my problems, right? I've been ignoring you?" He nodded slowly. I sat up, moving to sit next to him. I put an arm around him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"It's all right, Darby, happens to the best of us," he said dismissively.
"No, it doesn't. You're my best friend, I shouldn't take you for granted," I said sappily, hugging him. He smiled grimly.
"You don't take me for granted, Darby. Everyone has their moments. Especially when they like someone who doesn't know it," he added absently. "I can't blame you."
"No, come on. Okay. So how are your classes going?"
"Well, you know, boring, lame, and just overall annoying."
"I expected that, Ollie. So, how are things with Casey?" I asked quietly.
"Great," he mused. I smiled.
"That's good." I don't know why I was still hugging him. He seemed pretty sad, even though what he was saying betrayed my instincts. "So, you excited about the dance?" I asked, finally letting go of him.
"Sure I am, who isn't?" Oliver said, staring off into space.
Well, me, I guess. That's who isn't.
OKAY, fine! I lied!
10:24 PM
I could not be more excited! I'm just better at hiding it, that's all!
And I pride myself on that!
