I have never asked for anything more than what others can give me, and I've never willfully surrendered myself to anyone. How is it, then, that one who capable of great things completely degenerates, and in so doing, has wrecked and scattered me? I've learned that it is worth it for others to ruin lives in order to make mine so disappointing ( Read more... )

I didn't bloody attack Dina Lind. I'm not an imbecile, and if you think I did attack her, then you're the imbecile.

I managed to collect a fair amount of Mooncalf dungs during the full moon. If anyone was preoccupied with other things, I'll consider lending a few out, seeing as I have a superfluous supply. One must, however, ask nicely.

Avery insists on copying my Transfiguration essay word-for-word, which is incredibly stupid of him. Firstly, McGonagall understands completely that Marcus is a twit, and wouldn't put plagairism past such a miscreant. Professor, if you manage to stumble accross this confession, make the behemoth write his own bloody paper, please. I have better ( Read more... )

I'm not completely satisfied with either the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher or their curriculum for this year. The homework given has been a bit repetitious of Fifth year, and the new professor seems a bit hesitant to have the students engage in kinesthetic, interpersonal learning. I'm not entirely opposed to essays, seeing as they're ( Read more... )

Writing in detestable journal due to extreme jadedness ( Read more... )

It vexes me still why I even bother with this bloody thing, this journal. Reasoably so, I take it out every once in a full moon...to, more often than not, amuse myself with all of your pseudo transgressions. There is no such things as a bad day. It's pitiful, really, blaming the sun for rising on your reprehensible sad face. Oh, the tears that ( Read more... )

Bugger.
I hate that red-head arse of a girl. She'll get her commupance, that dirty slut.

Is it a priority for a few worthless individuals to introduce themselves into my day and completely destroy it? It would've been all those little pricks having to go to the hospital wing if she hadn't come along. Bloody hell. Some charity, breaking my bloody ( Read more... )

So...I suppose you've all heard of that fantastically lovely, wonderful, sordid party those good-for-nothings are having sometime in the unfortunatly near future? Bloody poofs ( Read more... )

It's absolutely pitiful what I am hearing in the halls ( Read more... )

If I hear anymore cracks about who I am taking to Hogsmeade I am going to jinx someone, and I assure you: I wouldn't show any mercy. Valentines day is a stupid Holiday (if it could ever be called that) created by a worthless muggle in hope that their buisness as a florist would double ( Read more... )