Not Crazy-Just Different
The True Tale of D.C. Holliwether
October 29th
3:07 PM
Sorry I haven't written all day, and for a while before that. I have been busy, yet again with mountains of homework and the like. School sucks. But of course, that is the most underrated sentiment ever heard of. Or at least to me it is, but I guess you may have concluded now, journal, that I am not the usual person.
Ah well. The point is that I'm here now, and I am going to tell you about a very exciting event that took place recently.
Two days ago, we went to Hogsmeade. It was fun, as it is quite usually. Went to the candy store and practically bought out the place. Sure, they may not sell Jolly Ranchers, but how can you refuse Chocolate Frogs when they're placed right in front of you? Why don't you try it, and then try to turn away and resist the creamy, milky chocolate taste? It's impossible!
Hang on. Must have Chocolate Frog. Right now.
Anywho, I must let you know that when I have too much sweet stuff, I do really weird things. Like leaping onto a table, knocking over Percy's Butterbeer and breaking into a stirring rendition of 'Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong.'
I'm not proud of this, but it gets worse.
It was just then that I slipped and fell off of the table, landing on my tailbone, again. What is the matter with me?! Does my rear end have some magnetic thing that makes it drawn to the ground? Was it implanted when I was a baby? I am scaring the living crap out of myself, just FYI.
Then Oliver and Percy each took one of my hands and helped me struggle to my feet, as Penny frantically wiped up the spilt Butterbeer. I continued to swear under my breath. So naturally, a lot of people heard me.
I sat down at the table and slammed my head down on it in fury over my idiocy. I seriously am beginning to think that I have SEVERE emotional and/or mental problems.
Also, I got the notion that a few people were freaked out by sugar-induced antics.
Anyways, when it was time to return back to Hogsmeade, I went back and bought more candy, and decided that I should hide it in this wooden box under my bed. What fun! I mean, it's always fun to have a 'stash,' unless you eat it on the first day you put it all together.
So Percy and Oliver were doing this hilarious, and sadly accurate too, imitation of me as we stumbled up the stairs, me snorting and squeaking as I laughed like a maniac. As soon as we had gotten into the common room, Percy said he was going to go study or something.
And then Oliver and I sat on the sofa and tried to make conversation as I nibbled the ends off of select Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
I was still as (sugar) high as a kite and I was laughing about something most likely stupider than you ever guessed stupid could be. I had my head on Ollie's shoulder and he had his arm around mine. I had stopped laughing and there was a quiet silence. And it just felt so right to me, and I don't even really know how to explain it.
Ollie is the brother that somebody forgot to give me.
Oh, and journal, I'm sorry if this sounds sappy, but hey. I'm in a sappy mood right now. Deal with it.
4:26 PM
I am bored out of my brain! I think that I might go insane! Ooh, that rhymed! Go me! You know what? Someone should make a song outta that. "I am bored out my brain! Yo, yo! I think I might go insane!" It could be like a rap!
Or then again, MAYBE NOT!
Wow, I can imagine myself as an adult. Can you see that, now? I'll probably go live in a big tree house in the tropical rainforest. And I'll blast punk rock music all day long and live off of funnel cakes and cotton candy and milkshakes. I'll have no responsibility or anything of the sort. Sigh. It'd be great.
But sadly, that will not happen. Somewhere along the line I will grow up and be normal like the rest of the population. I'll wear cardigans and have a pet goldfish and go to the grocery store once or twice a week.
But what fun is that?!
7:48 PM
Was in the common room talking to this first year, Hermione Granger. She may be a real smarty pants (for lack of a more mature term), but she's nice enough, and pretty good company, for a first year.
It all began when I returned from dinner and flopped onto the couch. Percy and Ollie and Penny were going to play truth or dare, yet again, but I decided to take a rain check, since I'm just not in the mood to see Penelope and Percy kissing like they need to share oxygen.
Ugh, didn't need that image.
Anyways, I was sitting with my hands over my head, and I was all happy and mellow, which as you may have noticed doesn't happen to me very much. It was just then that someone said suddenly "Hi."
I didn't exactly know why someone I didn't even know was talking to me. I removed my hands from over my eyes.
"Hey! What's up?" I said in an exuberant tone to the girl with the brown hair standing next to my couch (I claimed it around 2nd year and have called it 'my' couch every since).
"Oh, well, not much," she said quietly. "I hope you don't mind me talking to you. I've seen you around and you obviously didn't run away shouting once I started talking to me." I smiled.
"Likewise." I put my hand out. "The name's Darby. Darby Holliwether." She shook it.
"Hermione Granger."
"Oh, you're a first year, right?"
"Yep."
"That's cool. I was a first year once," I said, not really thinking.
"You don't say?" she asked. I smiled.
Anyways, we had a nice talk. She's friends with Percy's little brother and Harry Potter. That kid I scared the crap out of. Haha. Being a freak really pays off.
10:22 PM
Oliver just got in a while ago. He was telling me how Percy and Penny had to kiss for five minutes. Please excuse me while I go hurl. Preferably in Ollie's shoes for bestowing that lovely bit of data upon me.
October 29th
3:07 PM
Sorry I haven't written all day, and for a while before that. I have been busy, yet again with mountains of homework and the like. School sucks. But of course, that is the most underrated sentiment ever heard of. Or at least to me it is, but I guess you may have concluded now, journal, that I am not the usual person.
Ah well. The point is that I'm here now, and I am going to tell you about a very exciting event that took place recently.
Two days ago, we went to Hogsmeade. It was fun, as it is quite usually. Went to the candy store and practically bought out the place. Sure, they may not sell Jolly Ranchers, but how can you refuse Chocolate Frogs when they're placed right in front of you? Why don't you try it, and then try to turn away and resist the creamy, milky chocolate taste? It's impossible!
Hang on. Must have Chocolate Frog. Right now.
Anywho, I must let you know that when I have too much sweet stuff, I do really weird things. Like leaping onto a table, knocking over Percy's Butterbeer and breaking into a stirring rendition of 'Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong.'
I'm not proud of this, but it gets worse.
It was just then that I slipped and fell off of the table, landing on my tailbone, again. What is the matter with me?! Does my rear end have some magnetic thing that makes it drawn to the ground? Was it implanted when I was a baby? I am scaring the living crap out of myself, just FYI.
Then Oliver and Percy each took one of my hands and helped me struggle to my feet, as Penny frantically wiped up the spilt Butterbeer. I continued to swear under my breath. So naturally, a lot of people heard me.
I sat down at the table and slammed my head down on it in fury over my idiocy. I seriously am beginning to think that I have SEVERE emotional and/or mental problems.
Also, I got the notion that a few people were freaked out by sugar-induced antics.
Anyways, when it was time to return back to Hogsmeade, I went back and bought more candy, and decided that I should hide it in this wooden box under my bed. What fun! I mean, it's always fun to have a 'stash,' unless you eat it on the first day you put it all together.
So Percy and Oliver were doing this hilarious, and sadly accurate too, imitation of me as we stumbled up the stairs, me snorting and squeaking as I laughed like a maniac. As soon as we had gotten into the common room, Percy said he was going to go study or something.
And then Oliver and I sat on the sofa and tried to make conversation as I nibbled the ends off of select Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
I was still as (sugar) high as a kite and I was laughing about something most likely stupider than you ever guessed stupid could be. I had my head on Ollie's shoulder and he had his arm around mine. I had stopped laughing and there was a quiet silence. And it just felt so right to me, and I don't even really know how to explain it.
Ollie is the brother that somebody forgot to give me.
Oh, and journal, I'm sorry if this sounds sappy, but hey. I'm in a sappy mood right now. Deal with it.
4:26 PM
I am bored out of my brain! I think that I might go insane! Ooh, that rhymed! Go me! You know what? Someone should make a song outta that. "I am bored out my brain! Yo, yo! I think I might go insane!" It could be like a rap!
Or then again, MAYBE NOT!
Wow, I can imagine myself as an adult. Can you see that, now? I'll probably go live in a big tree house in the tropical rainforest. And I'll blast punk rock music all day long and live off of funnel cakes and cotton candy and milkshakes. I'll have no responsibility or anything of the sort. Sigh. It'd be great.
But sadly, that will not happen. Somewhere along the line I will grow up and be normal like the rest of the population. I'll wear cardigans and have a pet goldfish and go to the grocery store once or twice a week.
But what fun is that?!
7:48 PM
Was in the common room talking to this first year, Hermione Granger. She may be a real smarty pants (for lack of a more mature term), but she's nice enough, and pretty good company, for a first year.
It all began when I returned from dinner and flopped onto the couch. Percy and Ollie and Penny were going to play truth or dare, yet again, but I decided to take a rain check, since I'm just not in the mood to see Penelope and Percy kissing like they need to share oxygen.
Ugh, didn't need that image.
Anyways, I was sitting with my hands over my head, and I was all happy and mellow, which as you may have noticed doesn't happen to me very much. It was just then that someone said suddenly "Hi."
I didn't exactly know why someone I didn't even know was talking to me. I removed my hands from over my eyes.
"Hey! What's up?" I said in an exuberant tone to the girl with the brown hair standing next to my couch (I claimed it around 2nd year and have called it 'my' couch every since).
"Oh, well, not much," she said quietly. "I hope you don't mind me talking to you. I've seen you around and you obviously didn't run away shouting once I started talking to me." I smiled.
"Likewise." I put my hand out. "The name's Darby. Darby Holliwether." She shook it.
"Hermione Granger."
"Oh, you're a first year, right?"
"Yep."
"That's cool. I was a first year once," I said, not really thinking.
"You don't say?" she asked. I smiled.
Anyways, we had a nice talk. She's friends with Percy's little brother and Harry Potter. That kid I scared the crap out of. Haha. Being a freak really pays off.
10:22 PM
Oliver just got in a while ago. He was telling me how Percy and Penny had to kiss for five minutes. Please excuse me while I go hurl. Preferably in Ollie's shoes for bestowing that lovely bit of data upon me.
