Author's note: whew…exams are finally over, so hopefully I'll finish this one up and start on the new story I'm writing. Hope you enjoy this chapter, though I'm not sure I like it as well as some of the others. It's rather short.
DISCLAIMER: J.K. ROWLING OWNS MUCH OF THIS STORY. sobs
Chapter 7: Why Does Life Hate Me?
14 August
9:24
I have way too many brothers. Charlie's good at Quidditch and dragons and he's smart. Fred and George are funny and smart. Ron has really close friends and he's funny too. And an amazing wizard's chess player. Percy…well, Percy is Percy and I'm not really sure if I consider him a brother anymore since he doesn't consider me a sister. Percy's really smart, anyway. He used to be a model child until he left. Now he makes Mum cry. I wonder if Mum would ever cry for me? Bill is really good-looking and smart and girls swoon all over him. Not that I would want girls swooning all over me. I don't really swing that way…in case you haven't noticed, since Harry is, in fact, male. And I am nobody except quiet little Ginny, the baby of the family. I'm not smart, I'm not good at Quidditch, I'm really not very good at anything. I'm okay at charms. I guess. If I ever make it to heaven I'm going to have a few questions for the Big Man Upstairs.
9:56
So I was opening my closet door, because clothes are a good thing and I was going to get dressed, right? The outcome of the act, however, was totally not OK. My limited depth perception failed me once again and the door opened onto my mouth. I honestly did not think I was that strong. Why am I strong when I'm hurting myself and really weak when I am attempting to hurt others? But anyway, the door opened onto my mouth, and my teeth started bleeding frantically all over the place and my lip is swelling up. I am, however, far too lazy to go downstairs and get an ice pack. Life is so hard for lazy people….
10:13
Remember the Yule Ball with Neville? Well, of course you don't remember. I was just asking my conscious if it remembered.
10:15
I'm such a dork.
10:16
Anyway, I was remembering the Yule Ball with Neville. In case you didn't catch that. I honestly have no idea where that Yule Ball thing was going.
13:28
Hermione's making me read up on career choices for after Hogwarts. She saved some booklets for me last year just for this moment. She says it would be good for me to get a head start. I'm thrilled. So thrilled, in fact, that I'm reading Quidditch Through the Ages for the 14th time behind all Hermione's booklets.
14:36
Legally, there should be a limit on how many brothers one girl can have.
14:37
And it should be fewer than six.
16:47
I have 1 last essay to write this summer: History of Magic. HOM is the most boring class in the world. It doesn't help that Binns has been teaching for approximately 520,376,821.75 millenniums. He just drones on and on and on. However, it is a good chance to sleep or do other homework. Not that I actually do homework or anything, of course. This summer's essay question: "Explain the 17th century goblin rebellions in detail." Gag. You'd think that magical history would have more to it than goblin rebellions. Apparently not.
18:03
Finally done with the HOM essay. No more homework till September 1! 17 days.
19:10
So…for 2 (count them: 1 – 2) nights in a row, Harry James Potter has been staring at Ginevra Molly Weasley. Do you know how cool that is? Seriously cool. Tremendously, massively cool. That is KEEN.
19:15
I think people used to say that in the '50's. Meaning the 1950's, in case you are incoherent.
19:17
Not that a journal is coherent anyway…
19:20
But honestly…keen? What the bleeding hell has gotten into me? I think I've turned into my father. I may need immediate remedial help.
19:28
"Hello, Mr. Healer Man. Ginny is committing herself to the nutcase wing of St. Mungo's on grounds of the fact that she is, indeed, a nutcase. She has become her father and has used the word 'keen'." Healer Man scrutinizes Ginny under a microbesky (or whatever those muggle magnifying things are called)
19:32
Oh, dear. It's the third person thing again.
19:47
Ginny shall now proceed to the downstairs and cook up some warm, warm scrambled eggs and milk. I don't know what that sounds like to you, but that sounds like a party to me. Thank Merlin the third person thing went away.
20:26
I think I'll join the scrambled-eggs cult.