Dear Diary,
You know what, Diary? I think I'm gonna change my mind about this diary. You know why? Because something very odd happened today...
Shall I tell you? Hmm? Do you want to hear what happened to me? Hmm?
Well, of course you do! You were created to listen to all my pointless jabber and to not say anything about it, which, by the way, is completely fine with me. Because sometimes, Diary, I just need someone to talk to and not comment on how stupid I was, or how dumb it was to do something...
Anyway, what happened to me today...hmm...well, Malfoy (pukes) asked me if we could go to Hogsmeade together (yeah right)! And I was like, "No," because I could hear Parkinson laughing her empty head off from the corner of the hall. Sweet revenge! And I'm probably gonna hex him later or something...
Ha-ha! I'm so funny!
Anyway, Diary, I think that Harry's over Cho...'cause I saw him staring at Millie Mason (a fellow Gryffindor sixth year who is failing almost all of her classes. How do I know? *in a snobby voice* Because I am a prefect and I have the right to go through other students' things if they seem suspicious) just this morning. And it kinda shocks me, though; because she isn't one bit pretty...well, maybe it's because I'm a girl, or maybe it's because she hid a freaking dungbomb in my hair last year when I fell asleep by the fire studying for my O.W.L.s...
And last night, I tried to tell Ginny to hate Malfoy because it was the right thing to do, but she refused to believe me! It's like I'm not trustworthy or something...
Eh, whatever.
Well, Diary, I feel rather chirpy this morning...I don't know why. I guess it's because it's almost Christmas...you know, the Christmas Spirit flowing through my veins...Okay. That sounded quite weird.
Right now it's 8:32 a.m. (yeah it's morning) and classes'll start in a coupla minutes. So, I guess I'm gonna hafta say 'bye-bye' now...
Bye!
Herm
You know what, Diary? I think I'm gonna change my mind about this diary. You know why? Because something very odd happened today...
Shall I tell you? Hmm? Do you want to hear what happened to me? Hmm?
Well, of course you do! You were created to listen to all my pointless jabber and to not say anything about it, which, by the way, is completely fine with me. Because sometimes, Diary, I just need someone to talk to and not comment on how stupid I was, or how dumb it was to do something...
Anyway, what happened to me today...hmm...well, Malfoy (pukes) asked me if we could go to Hogsmeade together (yeah right)! And I was like, "No," because I could hear Parkinson laughing her empty head off from the corner of the hall. Sweet revenge! And I'm probably gonna hex him later or something...
Ha-ha! I'm so funny!
Anyway, Diary, I think that Harry's over Cho...'cause I saw him staring at Millie Mason (a fellow Gryffindor sixth year who is failing almost all of her classes. How do I know? *in a snobby voice* Because I am a prefect and I have the right to go through other students' things if they seem suspicious) just this morning. And it kinda shocks me, though; because she isn't one bit pretty...well, maybe it's because I'm a girl, or maybe it's because she hid a freaking dungbomb in my hair last year when I fell asleep by the fire studying for my O.W.L.s...
And last night, I tried to tell Ginny to hate Malfoy because it was the right thing to do, but she refused to believe me! It's like I'm not trustworthy or something...
Eh, whatever.
Well, Diary, I feel rather chirpy this morning...I don't know why. I guess it's because it's almost Christmas...you know, the Christmas Spirit flowing through my veins...Okay. That sounded quite weird.
Right now it's 8:32 a.m. (yeah it's morning) and classes'll start in a coupla minutes. So, I guess I'm gonna hafta say 'bye-bye' now...
Bye!
Herm