Hello my friends, hope you haven't given up on me. I simply haven't been
inspired cause life has been busy. Not to mention that one comp refuses to
let the keyboard work (that was the one I usually type my stories on) and
the other just deleted ALL my files including the favs, my english project,
and the story I had been working on for months to sound just right. Thank
you new technology. I stupidly didn't back up my files cause it's a new
comp. I mean brand new. As in bought it a month ago. I got all my files
onto this comp and now they're all gone *tear* so let this be a lesson.
ALWAYS back up your files.
if you want more I'll quote the inspiring words of J.K. Rowling from Jerry
the Frog at you "This fat lazy butt ain't goin' nowhere until I get more
coffee inspiration." acutlly it would be hot chocolate since I don't like
coffee. If the person who writes Jerry the Frog ever reads this, I want you
to know that you're my hero, you're everything I could ever be. I could fly
higher than an eagle, you are the wind beneath my wings. Sorry, that was a
break out into song and dance moment. But seriously. People type Jerry the
Frog into your search engine *cough* google *cough* and find the hand
puppet movie theater. Tis very funny. You haven't lived until you've read
jerry the frog.
12/21/98
We've in the zoo. My mother, a neat freak, would have screamed. My mother, don't go there Katie, snap out of it.
Anywho, upon getting here Mrs. Wood asked Oliver why he hadn't told her he was bringing a guest cause she's have to make an extra room. Oliver: why wouldn't I bring Katie, we're getting married. It's ok Mom, we can share a room. Mrs. Wood: you're getting married? To Katie Bell?
Oliver:............... Me:................ You didn't tell her? Oliver: I sent her a postcard. Me:........................*glareglareglowerscorn* Oliver: *MOPEMOPEWHINECOMPLAIN* Eldon: Mother! Look what you did to Irma's cheese! Me: represses urge to *stabbitystabmainstab*
After that Mrs. Wood made a big show about how there wasn't an extra room and she wasn't about to let me sleep in Oliver's room until we married. Mrs. Wood demanded Oliver move in with three other former adoptees of the Wood household so I could have my own room. As soon as I had unpacked my stuff I dared to step outside. Immediately I was swept away by about twenty dogs running under foot. Something crashed elsewhere in the household. I swear I will go mad.
12/25/98
I have stopped trying to stop going mad. I am going to embrace the madness. In fact, I'm going to try to go mad. Then I'm going to try to fly. Shouldn't be too hard. I have a book that tells me how. You just throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Well I got some good news and some bad news. The bad news is the whole lot of us is going to a dance tonight. Well, not all of us. Oliver, me, Eldon, Irma (Eldon's wife) and about five other already grown former adoptees. Why is it bad? I hate dancing. The good news? The doctor called this morning and said I'm ready to try standing up without crutches. Unfortunately it's only for a few minutes at a time. Oh well, leaning against Oliver to dance is a lot better than sitting down the whole time. Plus on the bright side we get to use handicapped spots in the parking lot. We won't have to walk all across to get to the car at the end of the night. This is very good.
12/26/98
I was awoken this morning at four A.M. I am a woman who loves her sleep. I was woken up by hundreds of feet bounding down the stairs. Who are they? foster kids and kids of former adoptees. Why can't the Woods be sensible like my family was and celebrate Hanukah? Then you avoid all this wake up at four in the morning business. Good thing is I got lots of good gifts. I got books and quidditch supplies. No clothes this year, always good. My best present came at the end of the day.
After everyone was asleep I was still up reading. I heard noise outside my window. I opened it and there was Oliver sitting on a broomstick.
"Want to go on a ride?" Oliver said.
"It's freezing out there!" I whisper-yelled at him. I don't like the cold.
"So put on warm clothes."
"This is crazy."
"If you don't come I'll tell coach that you need extra laps when you come back."
"Meanie!" I told him. I gathered all warm clothes available. When I was ready to go I looked like a giant snowball. Oliver helped me out of the wheelchair, through the window and onto the broom.
"You could have just cast a warming spell," he teased. This earned him another glare. He just laughed at me. I don't think I've ever noticed before how warn Oliver is. I was about to go to sleep wrapped up in all my layers with Oliver for a pillow when he did a loop de loop. I scowled at him. "This is no fun if you're asleep," he protested.
For some reason it had snowed this year. (A/N quick interruption. I have no idea what the whether patterns in England are. No one kill me. All I know is its temperate, it rains and I believe it doesn't snow often so no dog pile on the author if I'm wrong.) The world glistened a beautiful white colors. I wonder briefly if it tasted like vanilla ice cream. Then I wondered if I could make it taste like vanilla ice cream. I told Oliver my thoughts and he protested that chocolate was better than vanilla.
"Look it's Orion!" I yelled pointing at the night sky. Orion is the only constellation that I can identify. I failed Astronomy horribly back at Hogwarts.
When Oliver and I got back we found Mrs. Wood waiting for us. She gave us a lecture on how it was inappropriate for unmarried people to slip off into the night like that. I'll spare writing the details. Then she demanded to see my ring. I wonder why she has never done this before. I guess she was confirming that we were getting married even though she had had the opportunity to see my ring for a few days now.
The last thing she told me before I went to sleep was "We're starting wedding plans in the morning."
Hi people, wanted to skip right to the wedding, but the plot wouldn't let me. It tied me down and made me write in Christmas. Next will be the wedding and I hope not to lose inspo for so long any more. Bye people! Write more later!
12/21/98
We've in the zoo. My mother, a neat freak, would have screamed. My mother, don't go there Katie, snap out of it.
Anywho, upon getting here Mrs. Wood asked Oliver why he hadn't told her he was bringing a guest cause she's have to make an extra room. Oliver: why wouldn't I bring Katie, we're getting married. It's ok Mom, we can share a room. Mrs. Wood: you're getting married? To Katie Bell?
Oliver:............... Me:................ You didn't tell her? Oliver: I sent her a postcard. Me:........................*glareglareglowerscorn* Oliver: *MOPEMOPEWHINECOMPLAIN* Eldon: Mother! Look what you did to Irma's cheese! Me: represses urge to *stabbitystabmainstab*
After that Mrs. Wood made a big show about how there wasn't an extra room and she wasn't about to let me sleep in Oliver's room until we married. Mrs. Wood demanded Oliver move in with three other former adoptees of the Wood household so I could have my own room. As soon as I had unpacked my stuff I dared to step outside. Immediately I was swept away by about twenty dogs running under foot. Something crashed elsewhere in the household. I swear I will go mad.
12/25/98
I have stopped trying to stop going mad. I am going to embrace the madness. In fact, I'm going to try to go mad. Then I'm going to try to fly. Shouldn't be too hard. I have a book that tells me how. You just throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Well I got some good news and some bad news. The bad news is the whole lot of us is going to a dance tonight. Well, not all of us. Oliver, me, Eldon, Irma (Eldon's wife) and about five other already grown former adoptees. Why is it bad? I hate dancing. The good news? The doctor called this morning and said I'm ready to try standing up without crutches. Unfortunately it's only for a few minutes at a time. Oh well, leaning against Oliver to dance is a lot better than sitting down the whole time. Plus on the bright side we get to use handicapped spots in the parking lot. We won't have to walk all across to get to the car at the end of the night. This is very good.
12/26/98
I was awoken this morning at four A.M. I am a woman who loves her sleep. I was woken up by hundreds of feet bounding down the stairs. Who are they? foster kids and kids of former adoptees. Why can't the Woods be sensible like my family was and celebrate Hanukah? Then you avoid all this wake up at four in the morning business. Good thing is I got lots of good gifts. I got books and quidditch supplies. No clothes this year, always good. My best present came at the end of the day.
After everyone was asleep I was still up reading. I heard noise outside my window. I opened it and there was Oliver sitting on a broomstick.
"Want to go on a ride?" Oliver said.
"It's freezing out there!" I whisper-yelled at him. I don't like the cold.
"So put on warm clothes."
"This is crazy."
"If you don't come I'll tell coach that you need extra laps when you come back."
"Meanie!" I told him. I gathered all warm clothes available. When I was ready to go I looked like a giant snowball. Oliver helped me out of the wheelchair, through the window and onto the broom.
"You could have just cast a warming spell," he teased. This earned him another glare. He just laughed at me. I don't think I've ever noticed before how warn Oliver is. I was about to go to sleep wrapped up in all my layers with Oliver for a pillow when he did a loop de loop. I scowled at him. "This is no fun if you're asleep," he protested.
For some reason it had snowed this year. (A/N quick interruption. I have no idea what the whether patterns in England are. No one kill me. All I know is its temperate, it rains and I believe it doesn't snow often so no dog pile on the author if I'm wrong.) The world glistened a beautiful white colors. I wonder briefly if it tasted like vanilla ice cream. Then I wondered if I could make it taste like vanilla ice cream. I told Oliver my thoughts and he protested that chocolate was better than vanilla.
"Look it's Orion!" I yelled pointing at the night sky. Orion is the only constellation that I can identify. I failed Astronomy horribly back at Hogwarts.
When Oliver and I got back we found Mrs. Wood waiting for us. She gave us a lecture on how it was inappropriate for unmarried people to slip off into the night like that. I'll spare writing the details. Then she demanded to see my ring. I wonder why she has never done this before. I guess she was confirming that we were getting married even though she had had the opportunity to see my ring for a few days now.
The last thing she told me before I went to sleep was "We're starting wedding plans in the morning."
Hi people, wanted to skip right to the wedding, but the plot wouldn't let me. It tied me down and made me write in Christmas. Next will be the wedding and I hope not to lose inspo for so long any more. Bye people! Write more later!
