August 1st, 1995.

Who Cares . . .

I don't.

He has a girlfriend. Too depressed to write anymore.

2 minutes later

Well, of COURSE famous Harry Potter has a girlfriend. He'd be stupid not to notice the girls who (sometimes literally) fall/drool at his feet

3 minutes later

I am NOT one of those girls, despite what YOU think, traitorous diary!

30 minutes later

It's that little slut, Cho Chang. I hate her.

5 minutes after that

{sobbing} Actually, she's a perfectly lovely person who deserves someone as special as Harry and I'm just making excuses against her to make myself feel better. Thanks a lot, Chang, my self esteem just went down 20 points! I bet you're laughing now you little bitch. I hope you're happy with your silky black hair and un-board-like body and intelligence and only-child-ness and fantastic boyfriend.

August 2nd, 1995.

Something interesting happened today. I can't stop giggling like a . . . well, GIRL! Oh the humanity! But I love him I love him I LOVE him. Not Harry. It went like this:

I was wandering in the woods by our house, which is generally safe during the day. But then the sun started to go down and night took over. I was lost. I was panicking a little. Just a little, mind you, I'm not a sissy like Ron who goes into some sort of frenzy every time some even mentions spiders.

Anyways, so I was lost. And just my luck, a creature decides to show up. I can't remember the name, but I remember learning about it in Defense Against the Dark Arts, one of my best subjects thank you very much.

I was trying to stay calm and quiet, but the creature spots me. Now, it was time for some serious panicking. But then suddenly, this boy comes out of no where. He shoots the thing with a gun, that I learned later was just a tranquilizer gun. Good thing because I'm not too big on the whole killing all the animals extravaganza. By now I'm shivering uncontrollably, and he notices I'm nearby.

He was. . . cute. Very cute.

The boy looked maybe a little older than me, but it was hard to tell in the dark. He was fairly tall, long-ish brown hair and these gorgeous chocolate eyes, and a somewhat shy grin on his face.

Wow.

Meanwhile, he rushes over to me and asks me if I'm all right.

Yummy stranger: Are you all right?

Me: {and I quote. . .} Hmghaphale.

He laughs a little and says he will take me home. During the hour it took to walk home, I talked more to him than I ever had with Harry in my entire life. We have so much in common. He's so sweet and funny. We were nearing the Burrow, and he says maybe we can get together sometime. We agree to tomorrow at noon by the stream. He smiles a little, I thank him for being my knight in shining armor, he gives me a little kiss on the cheek, and is gone.

It really is a damn shame that that was just a detailed account of my fantastic dream last night.