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[May. 23rd, 2008|11:12 am] |
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I refuse to go home for the break! I don't know why my mother insists on writing to me about it. She can shun me the entire summer, but she wants me to come home so she can have a complete family set for Christmas so my grandparents don't worry? She's got another thing coming. I have been staying at Hogwarts this entire time and I don't see why I would change my mind now.
On the other hand, I'm not tired at all. I kind of feel like doing something productive, but I don't know what I could possibly do right now. Anyone bored or not busy that I actually like? I haven't seen any of my housemates in a while. Should I be worried or happy that you're keeping yourself busy? |
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[May. 15th, 2008|08:54 pm] |
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I am not having any sort of liasions with Blaise Zabini! Gag me with a goddamn socket wrench before I actually did something like that! Stupid, idiotic paper. That doesn't make any sense. I mean, there's not much to him except ego and a smart aleck mouth. No one would want that. Ugh, I'm tempted to learn Transfiguration by myself.
( ELLIE ) |
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[May. 8th, 2008|08:09 pm] |
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Apparently, nothing is better to use your free time with than to take pictures of your housemates and draw crazy and out of wack things on them. They all can't be that bad, it's already been six years with them, nearly seven. I guess the rebellion is open now. Way to go, Hogwarts. Aren't we getting mature.
On the other hand, I am being accosted by several teachers. I suppose it is progress period and I'm doing well in some of my classes. Still not doing so well in Transiguration. Seeing as Zabini offered help, I have no idea of his intelligence or credibility. Any others that fit the criteria? Please, I'd rather be hung from the Astronomy Tower by my toe nails.
Last topic of the day: William's birthday. My mom sent me another care package, like she thinks I'm not going to make it. It's on your bed, El, if you want it. Otherwise, you know what to do. Anyway, today was William's birthday. I don't know what she wanted me to do about it. I don't like him, why would I wish him a happy birthday? I'm not going to accept him. I haven't for years. Why start? |
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[May. 3rd, 2008|08:12 pm] |
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Whatever. Apparently, the Ball was pretty pointless. Or so everyone's journals keep implying. Some of you are pleased with it, but others are upset. I'm glad I didn't have to pretend to be worked up over asking some bloke. I hope the girls that did had fun. It would be a waste if you didn't even enjoy it, wouldn't it be? You wasted all of those nerves and the bloke didn't even turn up to be worth the effort. It's a little of a risk, I guess.
I think I need a Transfiguration tutor.
On the other hand, my mother sent me a care package. I plan on tossing it out. Does anyone want it? I don't want her godforsaken baked goods. Save them for the pathetic moron called William. It's got cookies and brownies and a couple of muggle candies. |
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