September 5, 1991
Friday
So, as promised, about yesterday.
It all started when my alarm clock went off. I had gotten up about a half hour early and forgot to turn it off. Well, when it went off, it shocked me so bad that my glass of wine (at 4 am? And then I wonder why I don't have friends) spilled onto my bed. So now, Filch thinks I'm a drunk. Actually, that's kind of true, but still, he doesn't have to know.
Anyway, then it was breakfast, when I walked by a first year girl who said, in a carrying whisper might I add; "Do you think Snape's cute?"
I took fifty points from Ravenclaw and suggested she go find a randy first year to crush on. Cute. I am not supposed to be cute. I am supposed to be 'the big bad teacher that everyone is afraid of'. Cute, I ask…
Then, my lessons….
You know what? I'm not even going to go into that. Let's just leave it at a first year Ravenclaw (what the hell is with the Ravenclaws all the sudden?) tricked me into calling myself an idiot. Another fifty points for Ravenclaw to a first years cause. Though, I may not be very fair, I do think fair. And that really was not fair. I mean, he was talking to the man drinking wine at 4 am.
Dinner, probably the highlight of my bad day, that is, if you were highlighting the worst part.
Hagrid took it upon himself to stick a spoon in my shoulder. Honestly, I had to go to Madam Pomfrey to get it out. And it was my favorite meal. Damn him…
So that was my day. And now I write this at 4 in the morning because I forgot to turn my alarm off while drinking a glass of milk, resulting in Filch not only thinking I'm a drunk, but I play with myself too.
Wonderful.