Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff people, if I did don't you think I would sell it so I could make enough money to go to every Havoc hockey game home and away. For that matter I don't own hockey either(no duh!) I do have a Havoc hat and shirt though! Nor do I own Chick-fil-a.

A/N: As stated above, I like hockey! Oh and I know it is annoyingly cliché to give a character the same birthday as yourself, but you can all just build a bridge and get over it! Oh and Julia, if you read this I am sorry that I sorta made you Peter, I just didn't think Remus would act like that and James and Sirius were already busy.

February 1

FINNALY! January is OVER! I can now make verbal and written contact to the rest of the world instead of sitting in the back of every class, almost dying from the pressure that is created by all the unreleased sarcastic comments! And I can write in here again. I was running out of things to do; I had already ran around Hogwarts 3 times, swam the length of the lake four times, and almost drowned taking a shower. All in all, an entirely boring time stretch. Hopefully this month will be better!

February 3

Awesome! We are going on a field trip for muggle studies! We are going to a hockey game! Hockey is awesome. I went to a game once, because James wanted me to, since he heard Lily was going to figure skate during intermission. Why he couldn't just go to one of her shows? James spent the whole time looking for Lily then cheering. I, on the other hand, actually watched the game. Peter was obsessed with the "flying cows." These were cows with little parachutes that Chick-Fil-A threw down into the crowd. Anyway, now that we are going again, I swear that if they drop ANY cows and I have to listen to the word cow being inserted into every sentence, I will get the llamas to bite off the heads of the people throwing the cows. The llamas already want to kill these cows, as they see it as a sorta cow-worshiping-ritual. Oh, yeah, I forgot to say that the game was on my birthday! That is awesome!

February 6

List of things I got for my birthday from parents: a how-to book entitled "How-to bring honor to your family name and not, embarrass, distress, and otherwise disappoint your family while in a public place". From Remus: Another how-to book, but this one was actually interesting "How you and your chosen species of mammals can take over the world: with details of how others failed so you can avoid repeat performances". From James: A toy llama that rides around your head on a broomstick. From Peter: food.

5 minutes later

I am NOT patient; I want to go to the hockey game NOW. Oh, hey were going. Bye.

February 7

The game was last night! I caught a shirt, cause I am just cool like that. James comment when I told him that this was: "the only shirt I was going to wear EVER" was "Well then! Please excuse me when I don't come within ten feet of you because of the smell." James didn't like the game cause Lilly wasn't skating, and I told him that the point of a HOCKEY game was to watch the hockey players, not the girls. Thankfully, no cows were thrown. Unfortunately, this means I got to hear Peter's sighs, of disappointment throughout the whole game. Oh yeah, the team I was going for won again, they won last time I went too.

February 9

Classes were today; of course divination is a joke. I think my latest fortune cookie (watch out for veils, some are more then they seem) is more likely to come true then the prediction that James got from my tea leaves with the help of the book. I do not believe that those tea leaves could be true, I mean for crying out loud they said, "Your brain is made of wax, and will therefore melt in the next Quidditch match when you fly too close to the sun." If this was going to happen, why didn't it happen the time James and I tried to see just how high we could go, with out our brooms failing or burning to a crisp? Well, next game is tomorrow, so I suppose I will find out then.

February 10

Well, the match is over, and I don't believe that my brain melted. Nor was any damage inflicted upon my head. I can't say the same for that Slytherin chaser though- didn't duck when I sent a particularly hard bludger his way. Bet the loss of intelligence will make it impossible for him to play Quidditch again. Then again, most of the Slytherins surprise me that they have enough intelligence to play anyway. Hope he can't play-he was pretty good.

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I am a fire truck!!!!!!!

A/N: um… no comment. Yeah anyway. Hi people! I have ran out of things to say in my authors notes. Oh well I could say something, or not.