Authors Note: Oh my gosh I am so sorry you guys'! It's been ages, and I
feel terrible (check out my bio, you should see how many new fics I've
written, the answer is awing) but anyway! I love you all! So sorry!
Lord of the snitch48: No problemo! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! Ah, Reezo, everyone had such a problem spelling that in their reviews.
Elven Dagger: Does it really? I'm not sure it's good enough to be Bridget Jones!
OrioCookie: Oooh rum. Living on the wild side. Eh?
KrazyReader: No! I am so not funny! I'm just not.
Melli: Thanks bunches. You can relate to Katie? I'm glad I'm making her "decently" 3D.
Mrs. Wood Felton: Alicia is a psycho maniac who needs to be put in an insane asylum.
Evol Norgara: Haha! Agreed. Veelas are like my idea of "popular, preppy people" so they will be used in terrible "lights" throughout my fic. Enjoy the preppy bashing cause you know I will!
Professor Weasley: Thanks =)
The Psychedelic Turtles: Ah, the pan thing, you know I enjoyed that a bit myself.
Lemon the kitty: How in the world do I respond to that?
Silver: Will you flip when I update this time?
Arwen Undomiel: Of course I know who you are!
Love you all!
~*Been There Done That*~
1:13 PM:
Veela girl is sitting next to me. At lunch. Right now. Merlin, who knew veelas could be so ugly? Honestly!
All right, fine I'm being bitter.
I'm the ugly one.
And I must lick the dirt off her shoes.
Better?
I think so.
Cordon bleu is rather lovely tasting. That is if you like things that taste like pig intestine. Ah well, I do!
Veela girl isn't eating the cordon bleu (filthy little psycho!) I guess it'll make her "fat". Must remember to leave donuts in her dorm so she will get fat.
And then I will be considered skinny!
What a fantastic plan Katie!
4:31 PM:
In history of magic.
So boring.
Going to die.
No, if only it could be that simple.
"Now class," professor Binns drones on, "remember. What sort of jelly did Godric Gryffindor like the best?"
"Lemon," we all say.
Nap time!
5:01 PM:
You know, I was thinking. If I were gorgeous (like a veela) then I wouldn't have time to build up my personality filled with love and compassion. Thus, everyone would say "Oh you're so beautiful! And yet you have the personality of a flobber worm!" Now they just say:
"Oh you're so ugly! And yet you have the personality of Mother Theresa!" Merlin, I love that lady.
Talk about love and kindness. And compassion.
I hate Reezo. With a burning passion.
I saw her after class and she said to me, "lah-tee, I like your book bag." Since when did I become lahtey? I'm guessing lahtey means "ugly donkey." Lovely.
And how could she like my book bag? It's brown leather.
What a moron.
Can't she just jump off a cliff?
6:34 PM:
My makeup looks so well done!
Alicia looked at me and said, "Hey, Katie, you don't actually look like you're vying for a seat at the popular table today."
Why thank you.
But forgive me:
I am still vying.
7:11 PM:
I brought this "handy dandy" journal down to dinner with me.
We're eating strained peas.
And macaroni and cheese. I don't know if I like it.
It's a tad -cheesy- by cheesy I mean terrible. And by terrible I mean lovely. And by lovely I mean, well-
Nevermind.
Too complex for your small minds.
Everyone at the table is giving me the evil eye, what'd I do now? Steal their macaroni and cheese? Laugh too loud? Breathe too hard?
8:17 PM:
I wonder if Godric Gryffindor ever felt like everyone was looking at him?
He probably did, poor Godric.
But I bet they were all admiring how gorgeous he is.
Ah.
8:20 PM:
Kicked a random first years "rolly book bag" haha. They went toppling down the stairs in a twisted heap one of them was actually screaming "Mummy! Mummy!"
And then I heard a very vague: "Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"
And then, in succession: "Lemon drop! Lemon Drop!"
The first years have serious problems these days.
One being the fact that they are stupid. Incredibly stupid.
11:04 PM:
It's getting late!
That takes the cake!
I want to go to the lake!
Rhyming words is fun! Good stuff.
8:45 PM:
Alicia is officially part of the popular group.
Oh dearie it's sad.
Reezo goes in this fake tone, "Hey, Alicia you wanna come sit with us?"
And Alicia nods like a scared little goat and DITCHES me (Hey we were having a nice conversation about cow intestine! How dare she leave our fun- ness for Reezo)
So, I was alone.
Well, not really, I was sitting by Neville.
Neville started talking about "herbs" in a way that did not seem Herbology- like. Honestly. I was halfway thinking that kid was high or something.
Must investigate.
"Like I love your makeup!" Reezo exclaims to the filthy traitor (IE: Clown Alicia)
"My other best friend didn't say that," she sniffed, "she thought it was ugly."
Reezo gave her a sympathetic smile, "Aww! I wouldn't sit with her. Ever. Again," and then she looked me straight in the eyes.
Alicia nodded.
Oh it was THAT sad.
11:25 AM:
Potions. Snape is so very odd.
The way he stirs his cauldron is just:
Oh so sexy.
And yes, he is a fifty-year-old man. And yes, he never washes his hair. And yes, he hates me. And yes-
AND NO!
What am I bleedin' thinking of? Alicia was always here to keep me sane. I know, imagine that.
And now I deserve to be thrown in an "institution" (the kind with the padded walls) screaming, "My fry-end is gone! My fry-end is gone! Can I have some cow intestine?"
Oh dear. Look at the things I've been saying lately
12:13 PM:
My nose looks even bigger today!
I wonder if one of them slipped me a "nose grower" potion. It's sticking out to the other end of CHINA.
And China is gigantic.
And so is my nose.
12:34 PM:
Caught Alicia and Marcus snogging in the broom closet. That was lovely. Alicia was HALF OUT of the broom closet, but that didn't matter. Marcus was camouflaged as one of the brooms.
"You two children," I said, "need to find better snogging places. I suggest the east wing..."
And then Alicia looked at me and said, "Don't tell me what to do. Ever again."
And promptly began snogging Marcus again.
"Fine! Fine! You want to play that game, do you? Well, I'll have Dumbledore know about this little 'place'!"
Heh. Go me.
5:13 PM:
One is the loneliest number...
Ah well, I've got my ears. And they count as three people.
Even though there are only two ears.
Who cares about technicalities?
Not me! AH AH! Idea idea. Forgive me, I will be right back.
6:45 PM:
I got my friend back! And it wasn't even THAT hard.
"Alicia," I said, "wanna come get a donut with me?"
It's common-known fact Alicia loves donuts. She gave me a cold look, "No."
"'Licia, come on-" I paused poignantly "a chocolate donut."
She squealed "I'm in, I've just got to tell Reezo, she'll worry if I'm gone, you know how friends do-"
"No!" I screamed as I grabbed her arm and pulled her ALL THE WAY to the kitchens kicking and screaming and calling me foul names such as "ugly donkey" nice friend, I know.
When we got there I ordered some "donuts" from Doby.
"Coming right up, Miss." He said.
"Listen-" I told Alicia who so totally looked like her mind was on broom closets and Marcus "-I've been all alone for a bleedin' day as you go over there and sit with the 'army' (our name for popular people) what's with that?"
"Kates, I just want them to like me."
"Oh," I said, "We don't need them! Kay? We'll be an army of two! We shall conquer all!"
Alicia grinned, "Yeah. Sorry, me leaving you for Reezo was pretty low."
"Friends?" I grinned.
"Friends." She grinned back.
"Wanna continue our conversation about cow intestine?" I said, as I took a bite of chocolate donut.
"Nah, how 'bout we talk about how stupid Reezo is." Alicia said, "You know, she's so fake. You're so much cooler, Katie."
And the funny thing is, I'm not. Except my best friend thinks I am. And I think she is too.
Lord of the snitch48: No problemo! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! Ah, Reezo, everyone had such a problem spelling that in their reviews.
Elven Dagger: Does it really? I'm not sure it's good enough to be Bridget Jones!
OrioCookie: Oooh rum. Living on the wild side. Eh?
KrazyReader: No! I am so not funny! I'm just not.
Melli: Thanks bunches. You can relate to Katie? I'm glad I'm making her "decently" 3D.
Mrs. Wood Felton: Alicia is a psycho maniac who needs to be put in an insane asylum.
Evol Norgara: Haha! Agreed. Veelas are like my idea of "popular, preppy people" so they will be used in terrible "lights" throughout my fic. Enjoy the preppy bashing cause you know I will!
Professor Weasley: Thanks =)
The Psychedelic Turtles: Ah, the pan thing, you know I enjoyed that a bit myself.
Lemon the kitty: How in the world do I respond to that?
Silver: Will you flip when I update this time?
Arwen Undomiel: Of course I know who you are!
Love you all!
~*Been There Done That*~
1:13 PM:
Veela girl is sitting next to me. At lunch. Right now. Merlin, who knew veelas could be so ugly? Honestly!
All right, fine I'm being bitter.
I'm the ugly one.
And I must lick the dirt off her shoes.
Better?
I think so.
Cordon bleu is rather lovely tasting. That is if you like things that taste like pig intestine. Ah well, I do!
Veela girl isn't eating the cordon bleu (filthy little psycho!) I guess it'll make her "fat". Must remember to leave donuts in her dorm so she will get fat.
And then I will be considered skinny!
What a fantastic plan Katie!
4:31 PM:
In history of magic.
So boring.
Going to die.
No, if only it could be that simple.
"Now class," professor Binns drones on, "remember. What sort of jelly did Godric Gryffindor like the best?"
"Lemon," we all say.
Nap time!
5:01 PM:
You know, I was thinking. If I were gorgeous (like a veela) then I wouldn't have time to build up my personality filled with love and compassion. Thus, everyone would say "Oh you're so beautiful! And yet you have the personality of a flobber worm!" Now they just say:
"Oh you're so ugly! And yet you have the personality of Mother Theresa!" Merlin, I love that lady.
Talk about love and kindness. And compassion.
I hate Reezo. With a burning passion.
I saw her after class and she said to me, "lah-tee, I like your book bag." Since when did I become lahtey? I'm guessing lahtey means "ugly donkey." Lovely.
And how could she like my book bag? It's brown leather.
What a moron.
Can't she just jump off a cliff?
6:34 PM:
My makeup looks so well done!
Alicia looked at me and said, "Hey, Katie, you don't actually look like you're vying for a seat at the popular table today."
Why thank you.
But forgive me:
I am still vying.
7:11 PM:
I brought this "handy dandy" journal down to dinner with me.
We're eating strained peas.
And macaroni and cheese. I don't know if I like it.
It's a tad -cheesy- by cheesy I mean terrible. And by terrible I mean lovely. And by lovely I mean, well-
Nevermind.
Too complex for your small minds.
Everyone at the table is giving me the evil eye, what'd I do now? Steal their macaroni and cheese? Laugh too loud? Breathe too hard?
8:17 PM:
I wonder if Godric Gryffindor ever felt like everyone was looking at him?
He probably did, poor Godric.
But I bet they were all admiring how gorgeous he is.
Ah.
8:20 PM:
Kicked a random first years "rolly book bag" haha. They went toppling down the stairs in a twisted heap one of them was actually screaming "Mummy! Mummy!"
And then I heard a very vague: "Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"
And then, in succession: "Lemon drop! Lemon Drop!"
The first years have serious problems these days.
One being the fact that they are stupid. Incredibly stupid.
11:04 PM:
It's getting late!
That takes the cake!
I want to go to the lake!
Rhyming words is fun! Good stuff.
8:45 PM:
Alicia is officially part of the popular group.
Oh dearie it's sad.
Reezo goes in this fake tone, "Hey, Alicia you wanna come sit with us?"
And Alicia nods like a scared little goat and DITCHES me (Hey we were having a nice conversation about cow intestine! How dare she leave our fun- ness for Reezo)
So, I was alone.
Well, not really, I was sitting by Neville.
Neville started talking about "herbs" in a way that did not seem Herbology- like. Honestly. I was halfway thinking that kid was high or something.
Must investigate.
"Like I love your makeup!" Reezo exclaims to the filthy traitor (IE: Clown Alicia)
"My other best friend didn't say that," she sniffed, "she thought it was ugly."
Reezo gave her a sympathetic smile, "Aww! I wouldn't sit with her. Ever. Again," and then she looked me straight in the eyes.
Alicia nodded.
Oh it was THAT sad.
11:25 AM:
Potions. Snape is so very odd.
The way he stirs his cauldron is just:
Oh so sexy.
And yes, he is a fifty-year-old man. And yes, he never washes his hair. And yes, he hates me. And yes-
AND NO!
What am I bleedin' thinking of? Alicia was always here to keep me sane. I know, imagine that.
And now I deserve to be thrown in an "institution" (the kind with the padded walls) screaming, "My fry-end is gone! My fry-end is gone! Can I have some cow intestine?"
Oh dear. Look at the things I've been saying lately
12:13 PM:
My nose looks even bigger today!
I wonder if one of them slipped me a "nose grower" potion. It's sticking out to the other end of CHINA.
And China is gigantic.
And so is my nose.
12:34 PM:
Caught Alicia and Marcus snogging in the broom closet. That was lovely. Alicia was HALF OUT of the broom closet, but that didn't matter. Marcus was camouflaged as one of the brooms.
"You two children," I said, "need to find better snogging places. I suggest the east wing..."
And then Alicia looked at me and said, "Don't tell me what to do. Ever again."
And promptly began snogging Marcus again.
"Fine! Fine! You want to play that game, do you? Well, I'll have Dumbledore know about this little 'place'!"
Heh. Go me.
5:13 PM:
One is the loneliest number...
Ah well, I've got my ears. And they count as three people.
Even though there are only two ears.
Who cares about technicalities?
Not me! AH AH! Idea idea. Forgive me, I will be right back.
6:45 PM:
I got my friend back! And it wasn't even THAT hard.
"Alicia," I said, "wanna come get a donut with me?"
It's common-known fact Alicia loves donuts. She gave me a cold look, "No."
"'Licia, come on-" I paused poignantly "a chocolate donut."
She squealed "I'm in, I've just got to tell Reezo, she'll worry if I'm gone, you know how friends do-"
"No!" I screamed as I grabbed her arm and pulled her ALL THE WAY to the kitchens kicking and screaming and calling me foul names such as "ugly donkey" nice friend, I know.
When we got there I ordered some "donuts" from Doby.
"Coming right up, Miss." He said.
"Listen-" I told Alicia who so totally looked like her mind was on broom closets and Marcus "-I've been all alone for a bleedin' day as you go over there and sit with the 'army' (our name for popular people) what's with that?"
"Kates, I just want them to like me."
"Oh," I said, "We don't need them! Kay? We'll be an army of two! We shall conquer all!"
Alicia grinned, "Yeah. Sorry, me leaving you for Reezo was pretty low."
"Friends?" I grinned.
"Friends." She grinned back.
"Wanna continue our conversation about cow intestine?" I said, as I took a bite of chocolate donut.
"Nah, how 'bout we talk about how stupid Reezo is." Alicia said, "You know, she's so fake. You're so much cooler, Katie."
And the funny thing is, I'm not. Except my best friend thinks I am. And I think she is too.