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I hate my life and everyone in it. I hope the fleas of a thousand Hippogriffs will infest their armpits and their heads will roll off just when they bloody need it. Why the sod do we need a retarded ball for? And what kind of stupid name is "Bleu Ball"? What does "bleu" even mean?! What the bloody hell do we have to celebrate about? Or are we so bored that we have to throw a celebration for any old, damn day of the week now?
Might as well have a ball every day of the week, why don't we? So we can celebrate - oh, I don't know - having enough homework to make stabbing myself in the eye repeatedly sound like so much more fun?! Do they HONESTLY think that I have nothing in this sod of a world to do than humiliate myself trying to think of who else I can ask to the crappy ball?!
Yeah, bloody hell, I heard from Colin today that we have to bloody bring a date to the ball! Whose genius idea is this?! When did making a fool of ourselves become a rule in this school? I demand a transfer, dammit! This is a reoccurring nightmare, honestly!
I thought maybe Hermione, Harry and I could go together but it looks like my friends obviously had other plans. I guess some people just have things easy for them in everything in their life. Anyone who has half that kind of luck wouldn't care so much about getting turned down, would they?! If I had half of Hogwarts queuing up to go to the ball with me, I wouldn't try to ask my own friends to go with me. But I'm just another Weasley, aren't I? Always one step too late.
You would think having such annoying bright red hair would make me stand out in the crowd, but no. Nice and alone in the shadows here, no need to worry about the sidekick! And why, not that I don't think she deserves the attention, is the whole sodding world asking Hermione to the ball?! I'm not being jealous or anything, but bloody hell, she
Might as well have a ball every day of the week, why don't we? So we can celebrate - oh, I don't know - having enough homework to make stabbing myself in the eye repeatedly sound like so much more fun?! Do they HONESTLY think that I have nothing in this sod of a world to do than humiliate myself trying to think of who else I can ask to the crappy ball?!
Yeah, bloody hell, I heard from Colin today that we have to bloody bring a date to the ball! Whose genius idea is this?! When did making a fool of ourselves become a rule in this school? I demand a transfer, dammit! This is a reoccurring nightmare, honestly!
I thought maybe Hermione, Harry and I could go together but it looks like my friends obviously had other plans. I guess some people just have things easy for them in everything in their life. Anyone who has half that kind of luck wouldn't care so much about getting turned down, would they?! If I had half of Hogwarts queuing up to go to the ball with me, I wouldn't try to ask my own friends to go with me. But I'm just another Weasley, aren't I? Always one step too late.
You would think having such annoying bright red hair would make me stand out in the crowd, but no. Nice and alone in the shadows here, no need to worry about the sidekick! And why, not that I don't think she deserves the attention, is the whole sodding world asking Hermione to the ball?! I'm not being jealous or anything, but bloody hell, she