I don't think I want to write in this thing anymore.  It's just stupid and pointless and a waste of time.  And I'm sick and tired of reading it, too.  Especially when people can't say what they sodding mean.

Too bad there aren't any more plates to break.  I have a face in my mind, it's very clear.  It would make a good target.

Um.

I feel like I ought to be doing something right now, but I'm not exactly sure what.  And I don't mean cleaning-my-room or degnoming-the-garden or that-summer-homework-I-don't-feel-like-doing sorts of things, but something I can't really put my finger on.

I don't like it very much.

Ugh.

We have tents.  Muggle ones, as surely they aren't that bad?

We have all the sorts of things you need when you are in a tent.  I'm not quite sure what some of these gadgets are, but I'm sure we'll figure it out with absolutely no problem at all!

We have a place to put the tents.

We just need people to be in them now!

Who's in?

I really hate Slytherins.

Haven't said that in awhile.

I can't fucking believe she said that about Dean.

WHAT?!?!

OI. You know who you are.

Good luck to YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. Right.

Harry? Hermione? PLEASE COME OVER NOW.

Ginny keeps beating me at Quidditch.

You know your summer is boring when you get way too excited about the latest Martin Miggs.

That being said, it was a good issue.

Pansy I'm still really sorry about the tree.

Well, I didn't see that one coming.