Dear Diary,
Hey, well, I'm back again. Amazingly, I'm not as miserable as I expected. I'm not happier, though. I guess I'm just the same as I was at noon.
Right now, it's 9:07 p.m. and I'm very tired. But, I'm trying to be as loyal as I can with you, Diary. Honestly, I am.
I've never had a diary or a journal before. This is the first one. Isn't that just weird? I'm sixteen, and I've never had a diary. Well, most people are even weirder, 'cause they've never had a diary or journal in their whole life! That's just mainly the male species, though.
Well, during lunch I got an Owl from my Mum and Dad. They just said that they love me and that they hoped they didn't embarrass me with their last Owl. I just thought, 'What made ya think that? I mean, just because you explained hormones to me in a few pages, doesn't mean you embarrassed me.'
Anyway, they asked me to write back sometime this week because they miss me and that they can't wait to hear from me. Well, I'll just write a small paragraph tomorrow.
Look, don't hate me 'cause I hate my parents, okay, Diary? I'm allowed to hate my parents. I mean, I *am* sixteen, after all. It's like...the law to feel complete resentment against those who brought me into this world. You know why? Because the world they brought me into sucks.
Ha-ha. My attempt at humor.
Well, remember all those things that I said I could do before I write another entry? I didn't do only one thing: I didn't talk to Ron or Harry. I conversed with Ginny. And you know what I learned from that hour-long talk?
She is in love with Malfoy!
That would be so funny if I just knew whether or not *I* loved him or not. If I didn't love him, it'd be hilarious. And if I did love him, I'd just kill her where she stood. But since I'm not quite sure, I just didn't say anything.
Okay, let's change the subject again, shall we Diary?
We had a pop-test today in Potions, and I somehow got an A minus, which is completely unacceptable to my perfect record. And Snape wouldn't let me do any extra credit to make it better.
He was just like, "Miss Granger. Stop being so persistent in getting a perfect score. Some of your classmates are failing. And you just seem to be unsatisfied with your grade, which seems to be rather in a high level of future promise. And if you insist on getting yourself a better grade, shall I insist on giving you a worse grade in order to give you a reason to need extra credit?"
I didn't say anything to him. I just turned around and walked out. For a whole five minutes, I just thought, "Couldn't you have just said no?"
Yeah, well, right now it's 9:29 p.m. and I'm gonna go to sleep.
'Night.
Love, Herm
Hey, well, I'm back again. Amazingly, I'm not as miserable as I expected. I'm not happier, though. I guess I'm just the same as I was at noon.
Right now, it's 9:07 p.m. and I'm very tired. But, I'm trying to be as loyal as I can with you, Diary. Honestly, I am.
I've never had a diary or a journal before. This is the first one. Isn't that just weird? I'm sixteen, and I've never had a diary. Well, most people are even weirder, 'cause they've never had a diary or journal in their whole life! That's just mainly the male species, though.
Well, during lunch I got an Owl from my Mum and Dad. They just said that they love me and that they hoped they didn't embarrass me with their last Owl. I just thought, 'What made ya think that? I mean, just because you explained hormones to me in a few pages, doesn't mean you embarrassed me.'
Anyway, they asked me to write back sometime this week because they miss me and that they can't wait to hear from me. Well, I'll just write a small paragraph tomorrow.
Look, don't hate me 'cause I hate my parents, okay, Diary? I'm allowed to hate my parents. I mean, I *am* sixteen, after all. It's like...the law to feel complete resentment against those who brought me into this world. You know why? Because the world they brought me into sucks.
Ha-ha. My attempt at humor.
Well, remember all those things that I said I could do before I write another entry? I didn't do only one thing: I didn't talk to Ron or Harry. I conversed with Ginny. And you know what I learned from that hour-long talk?
She is in love with Malfoy!
That would be so funny if I just knew whether or not *I* loved him or not. If I didn't love him, it'd be hilarious. And if I did love him, I'd just kill her where she stood. But since I'm not quite sure, I just didn't say anything.
Okay, let's change the subject again, shall we Diary?
We had a pop-test today in Potions, and I somehow got an A minus, which is completely unacceptable to my perfect record. And Snape wouldn't let me do any extra credit to make it better.
He was just like, "Miss Granger. Stop being so persistent in getting a perfect score. Some of your classmates are failing. And you just seem to be unsatisfied with your grade, which seems to be rather in a high level of future promise. And if you insist on getting yourself a better grade, shall I insist on giving you a worse grade in order to give you a reason to need extra credit?"
I didn't say anything to him. I just turned around and walked out. For a whole five minutes, I just thought, "Couldn't you have just said no?"
Yeah, well, right now it's 9:29 p.m. and I'm gonna go to sleep.
'Night.
Love, Herm