August 18, 11:52 pm
Almost there…
8 minutes to go…
Tum de dum…laa lalala laa…whoppee doo
Yay!!! 7 minutes to go…
Can you imagine it? In seven minutes I'll be 16!! Oops, that's wrong.
Only 6 minutes more…
I wonder how being sixteen will feel like?
5 minutes to go…
I wonder if anyone will remember my birthday. Will Hermione remember it? Will my no-brain brothers remember it?
4 minutes to go…
Will Harry remember my birthday?
3 minutes to go…
I swear, tomorrow, first thing, I will floo Bill and Charlie and Fred and George and say sorry to them for all the bad things I've done. I'll show them I'm a grown-up girl.
2 minutes to go…
Goddamn it! What's taking so long.
1 more minute to go…
Come on, 55 seconds to go…
54…
53…
52…
51…
50…
Okay, I'll stop. But it's better than waiting just like that. Okay, 20 more seconds to go…
August 19, 12:00 am
Happy Birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me, Ginny! Happy birthday to me!!!!!
Finally, I am sixteen. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
I heard from Hermione who knew from her American cousin that Americans celebrate a major "Sweet 16" party when they turn sixteen. I want a party too. Waah. It's not fair. Don't I deserve a party? Humph.
Listen to me. Whining like a baby, when I should really be more dignified. I'm 16, for Merlin's sake! Shame on me.
Anyways, let's go wake everyone up!! My birthday is just as important as Christmas (if not more!!). I need to be up all day.
You know what? I'm going to do that. I'm awake now, and I'll stay awake until 11:59 pm tonight. That's my party. Oh yeah. I'm cool.
But right now, I am in an excessive need of a shower.
August 19, 10:05 pm
I hope to God that I can stay awake for two more hours. yawn I'm getting sleepy.
No! I can't stay awake any longer. This…is…too…hard. Eyes are straining…
No Ginny! You can do it! Let's talk about your presents.
Alright. I got some good gifts, some okay gifts, and some really weird ones...You'll see what I mean.
From Hermione: A book named "How to Get the Guy You Like: Perfect Relationships". Whoa. Never thought that Hermione of all people would give me a book like that, but hey, she knows I like Harry. Hahaha. It's funny. No matter what kind of advice I get, I don't think there can ever be a normal relationship between Harry and me. We're just...different. I lost hope that we'll ever be together. Now, don't get me wrong, I still like him. Love him, more like it.
From Ron: Nothing. He said I'll get an extra-large Christmas present. He better keep his word this time. Gah, I don't trust him. Who can?
From Fred and George: A month's supply of free dungbombs from their shop. Here, I've stuck in the letter they wrote:
"Dear little sister Ginny,
We truly cannot believe how fast you are growing. It seems like just yesterday that you were an annoying little baby." (They're paying for that one, they are). "Time travels fast. Nevertheless, we have agreed that you are finally turning sixteen. As a present, please accept this month-supply of dungbombs. Aw, don't thank us. Just think of it as a gift to our lovely and only little sister. We want to hear about the trouble you'll get in when you use them, so don't forget to write us!
From your honorary, respectful, best older brothers,
Gred and Forge." (Seriously, what kind of stupid names do they come up with??)
From Mum and Dad: New dress robes!! They're a light yellow color, almost white, but not quite. It has a V-Neck lined with black beads. And there's a black belt with a rose in the middle. Can't explain; you have to see it to understand it.
From Harry: Believe it or not, he gave me a pair of socks. A pair of pink socks with light pink hearts with smiley faces on them. They're lovely. Not. Seriously, I asked him why, and he just blushed like a beet and said he thought they were cute and that I would like them. Ewwww...pink is ugly. And hearts? Don't even get me started on it. And I am a girl, don't worry.
I think I'll go get a snack. That should keep me up. Definitely.
August 19, 11:58 pm
God help me, Merlin help me, can I stay awake anymore??? NOOOO!!!
11:59 pm
One more frickin' minute. I'll write something meanwhile...
scribble scribble
scribble scribble
scribble scribble
scribble scribble
scribble scribble
Has time ever gone so slow...
Ginny sees that it's 12:00 am, and drops the pen she's holding, and immediately falls to sleep. G'night, Ginny!
August 21, 12:25 pm
I just looked at the past entry. It was 12, and I fell asleep. Well, anywho, we're going to Diagon Alley to buy all our school stuff. We got the letters yesterday. You'll never guess what, though.
I think Lockhart'sback. Because almost all the books we have to buy this year are his: Year with Yeti, Gadding with Ghouls, etc. First of all, I have no clue how Mum and Dad are going to afford all this. Second of all, I hope to God that the prat's not back.
August 21, 5:35 pm
Yay! Trip to Diagon Alley was great! I met all my friends: Clara Norstrand, Caitlin Marshall, Colin Creevey, Mike Ryder, and Blerina Grabanica. I think I should insert a summary of them here:
Clara: Clara has brown hair, greenish-bluish eyes, and the right weight. She's funny, but gets very emotional during sensitive talks. She's tall too.
Caitlin: She's muggle-born, and British. She grew up in India, so her skin is naturally tanned. Caitlin and me are the crazy dudes of the group. We rule!
Colin: Shy to the outside, funny to the inside. You gotta know him to understand him. He used to support me during my first and second year when I used to cough worship cough Harry Potter. Good old times, good old times.
Mike: Michael Morris Ryder. He asked me out once, actually. But I refused him because I was too thick then to date. And I was in love with Harry. But we're good friends now. Merlin, he flirts with every girl in sight. Seriously, look at our group! He has more girl-friends than guy-friends. He's awesome though.
Well, those are my friends, my best friends. They also don't know whether Lockhart will be back or not. Grrr. I hated him. Well, in reality, I loved him at the beginning, like every female does. I used his stupid valentine program to send Harry a singing valentine. Man, I was really stupid then. Not that I am too smart now either.However, I then hated Lockhart when I learned what he tried to do to Ron and Harry at the Chamber of Secrets. Whoo, let's not think about that particular episode now.
Oh my God! you know what I just realized? I write a lot. I mean, it has barely been one month since I bought this notebook, and half of its pages are almost done. Maybe I'll be a writer when I grow up. Ew. Not one like Lockhart. Ew. Ugh. Nasty. EWWWW/
August 23, 7:23 am
Good morning, Diary. As usual, I am up early. Oh God, today I have a bust schedule, if I remember right. I look forward to it immensely, especially the part with Ron. Gosh! I don't know what to do with the guy. Let's see. I wrote my schedule down in my previous entry. Hmmm... What's this?
Where did my schedule go? Where did this entry with information about someone's bestfriends come from? Where did my entry go? Where did all my other entries go?
Holy Archimedes! This isn't my diary! Shit, shit, shit. No! I didn't just say those cruel, unfitting words.
Oh no! Ginny is going to kill me; rip me apart limb by limb, and she's going to use my legs to make soup; hands to make kabobs; and my head in a platter.
Please Ginny! Don't get any such ideas. Please, pretty please, forgive your poor good friend Hermione. Please!
I think I'll stop writing now.
--Hermione--
p.s. I can't help myself! Hope you don't mind me breezing through your diary.
p.p.s. My lovely, calm Ginny, please ignore the part about a guy named Ron. I was not alluding to your brother Ron. I was...talking about another person I met at school...Ah, screw you Ginny. You're never going to hear the end of it if you use this info as blackmail. Or, I think I'll never hear the end of it if I don't leave now.
August 24, 2:32 pm
Just read Hermione's entry. I am...
EXCITED!!! I HAVE BLACKMAIL INFORMATION NOW!!! THANKS FOR THE IDEA HERMIONE!!!
I mean, I knew she liked Ron, but I have solid proof now!
Yee haw, no one can hurt me now!! Oh yea, score!!
Shit, shit, shit. No, come back! Come back, you stupid thing.
Later.