Private Journal Entry
James Potter has to be the coolest bloke I know, followed by Sirius Black of course. I'm writing their full names because I hope that when someday comes, I don't forget them. They are the greatest mates ever. I don't understand how anyone can dislike them. Who wouldn't want to be like them, the best pranksters in the school, they are. And James is bloody fantastic at Quidditch. He's so brilliant I think I shall write a poem about it.
James Potter is a Quidditch Star,
No other chaser can throw as far.
I wish I could be like him,
My good buddy Jim.
Flying high, on his broom
Big head gives him lots of room...I didn't mean that, shite
Flying high, on his broomstick
Let's his mind be ruled by his dick...bollocks, I didn't mean that either
I better just not write anymore, I'm mucking this up entirely...I didn't mean those things about James, it's slightly the truth, but really, he's not a bad bloke...I better just write about Sirius instead.
Sirius Black, shaggy dog
At the table he's a hog
FUCK!
I don't mean these things, they just rhyme...Merlin, what is wrong with me? I worship my mates, and here I am slandering them. It's just that the words rhyme and I'm not a very good poet...
Goodbye journal, I think I shall go slam my head off of something very solid and very rough, anything solid and rough.
James Potter is a Quidditch Star,
No other chaser can throw as far.
I wish I could be like him,
My good buddy Jim.
Flying high, on his broom
Big head gives him lots of room...I didn't mean that, shite
Flying high, on his broomstick
Let's his mind be ruled by his dick...bollocks, I didn't mean that either
I better just not write anymore, I'm mucking this up entirely...I didn't mean those things about James, it's slightly the truth, but really, he's not a bad bloke...I better just write about Sirius instead.
Sirius Black, shaggy dog
At the table he's a hog
FUCK!
I don't mean these things, they just rhyme...Merlin, what is wrong with me? I worship my mates, and here I am slandering them. It's just that the words rhyme and I'm not a very good poet...
Goodbye journal, I think I shall go slam my head off of something very solid and very rough, anything solid and rough.