Day Six:
(Camilla Blue)
I'm recalling instances from summer holiday. If my father thought I was lying he would sometimes say something like, "You know if you lie, you'll go to hell," something along those lines. I don't really get scared by that, though. I'm not sure why. Maybe cause I don't think telling one little white lie is sending me (or anyone) straight to hell. If it does, then we're all going to hell. But I don't know if I believe in hell even. The world, the universe, it's all so vast. How do you just disappear when you die? I think, honestly, that the whole rebirth idea makes more sense. I don't know why, exactly. It just does. But I'm getting all theological. Religion is just not my strong suit. I'm sorry, but it just isn't. I question things too easily. I'm far too sarcastic and too sceptical.
We are reading depressing nurse poems now. They are all about nurses in various wizarding wars and all the awful things they've seen. Reading poetry is fun, but this is just depressing and morbid...
(Cho Chang)
Ok, I shall be back. I used to love Defence Against the Dark Arts. Now I hate it. Professor Umbridge is so stupid. We made a whole list of reasons we hate her. Seriously, no one likes her. I don't know how she got this job...
I feel like I need to write something about the past...
So... um, here's Harry.
(Harry Potter)
SEX, DRUGS, AND TEENAGE ANGST
THIS IS WHAT OUR WHOLE LAST YEARS AT HOGWARTS ARE GOING TO BE FULL OF. I can't wait. It's pretty weird that because of angst, we can be grumpy and pissy and not know why. I miss the days when we were all still happy-go- lucky... OH WAIT, I NEVER HAD THOSE... STUPID DURSLEYS... STUPID VOLDEMORT... STUPID EVERYONE...
If there is a God, why must he make us suffer so? DAMN HIM, DAMN ANGST, AND DAMN SCARLETT O'HARA!!!
I wish I could just skip ahead through "teenage-phase" and already be a famous and wealthy Quidditch player. LIFE ISN'T VERY NICE.
END OF ME.
(Camilla Blue)
I can't think of much else interesting today... oh, and just in case you were wondering, when Harry wrote "END OF ME" he was meaning, "THE END", not "I AM NOW COMMITTING SUICIDE". Just for clarification.
(Camilla Blue)
I'm recalling instances from summer holiday. If my father thought I was lying he would sometimes say something like, "You know if you lie, you'll go to hell," something along those lines. I don't really get scared by that, though. I'm not sure why. Maybe cause I don't think telling one little white lie is sending me (or anyone) straight to hell. If it does, then we're all going to hell. But I don't know if I believe in hell even. The world, the universe, it's all so vast. How do you just disappear when you die? I think, honestly, that the whole rebirth idea makes more sense. I don't know why, exactly. It just does. But I'm getting all theological. Religion is just not my strong suit. I'm sorry, but it just isn't. I question things too easily. I'm far too sarcastic and too sceptical.
We are reading depressing nurse poems now. They are all about nurses in various wizarding wars and all the awful things they've seen. Reading poetry is fun, but this is just depressing and morbid...
(Cho Chang)
Ok, I shall be back. I used to love Defence Against the Dark Arts. Now I hate it. Professor Umbridge is so stupid. We made a whole list of reasons we hate her. Seriously, no one likes her. I don't know how she got this job...
I feel like I need to write something about the past...
So... um, here's Harry.
(Harry Potter)
SEX, DRUGS, AND TEENAGE ANGST
THIS IS WHAT OUR WHOLE LAST YEARS AT HOGWARTS ARE GOING TO BE FULL OF. I can't wait. It's pretty weird that because of angst, we can be grumpy and pissy and not know why. I miss the days when we were all still happy-go- lucky... OH WAIT, I NEVER HAD THOSE... STUPID DURSLEYS... STUPID VOLDEMORT... STUPID EVERYONE...
If there is a God, why must he make us suffer so? DAMN HIM, DAMN ANGST, AND DAMN SCARLETT O'HARA!!!
I wish I could just skip ahead through "teenage-phase" and already be a famous and wealthy Quidditch player. LIFE ISN'T VERY NICE.
END OF ME.
(Camilla Blue)
I can't think of much else interesting today... oh, and just in case you were wondering, when Harry wrote "END OF ME" he was meaning, "THE END", not "I AM NOW COMMITTING SUICIDE". Just for clarification.