Feels like it's been forever since I've written in this thing. I mean, I've known where it is, but over the past few weeks I thought I didn't have much to say. I haven't been around much and for that I'm sorry. The good news is that I'm coming out of my shell, so to speak. No more moping and feeling sorry for myself and what happened. I can't live ( Read more... )

Paige and I broke up.

And no, I'm not talking about it.

[Private]: I've been thinking. And thinking is never, never good as far as I'm concerned ( Read more... )

[Private]: Sex changes everything. It's cliched, but it's true. Never in a million years would I have thought that Paige would have set the whole thing up -- makes me wonder why she did it, just a little. We've had our ups and downs before, and always will, but this just kind of blindsided me. Is it wrong to think I thought I knew her more than ( Read more... )

[Filtered: No Slytherins]: As I write this, I'm sitting propped up in a bed in the hospital wing, trying not to bang my arm every time I move. Paige brought this journal down to me this morning, and it's taken me this long to finally figure out everything I want to say ( Read more... )

I went and dug out my dress robes for the Yule Ball. I didn't realize they were so... wrinkled. Perhaps stuffing them in my trunk after last year and just leaving them there wasn't the best idea in the world. And there's a huge stain from where I spilled firewhiskey uh, punch on it and I don't think that'll come out now ( Read more... )

In case all of you didn't see it in Cho's journal, we're trying to get a group together to play a highly competitive nice game of Quidditch, to get everyone's mind off of exams and schoolwork and stuff. I don't care about houses, about ages, I just want to play. So, if you can fly a broom, what's keeping you from joining? Michael, I know you're a ( Read more... )

[Private to Michael]: Women are crazy. I don't suppose you've got another bottle of firewhisky hanging around, do you? Between the two of us, we'll probably need it. [/Private]

[Private to self]: I'd really like to know when Paige stopped trusting me. When she started getting jealous and suspicious of every little thing I did. I mean, I know I'm ( Read more... )

[Private to Paige]: I think I may have solved our problem concerning costumes for the Halloween Ball, love. And ahead of time, too -- can you believe that ( Read more... )

I got my "permission slip" for the Hogsmeade weekend this morning; my father sent it by owl. Why we still need our parents' permission as seventh years is beyond me, but whatever. He'd attached another piece of parchment with the owl, and it's the first time he's sent me anything while I've been at school in quite some time. Dad didn't talk about ( Read more... )