Journal Entry: September 14, 2000 - PRIVATE TO SELF, PRIVATE TO PARKINSON
[PRIVATE TO SELF]
There are days I really hate my life.
Today is one of those days.
I knew that bloody date was going to haunt me. Bloody hell, I'd rather be married to Moaning Myrtle than Parkinson! I didn't know the bint was going to wear white! I didn't even know Slytherins wore anything besides black and green and anything else dark and creepy looking. Bloody hell, how the hell am I going to fix this one?
I hope she's getting as much shit over this as I am. At least that would be one good thing to come out of this. Maybe once she can see my life's not all fame and glory and...whatever else she thinks. And...fuck! If I didn't give a shit over what people thought in the first place I wouldn't be in this bloody mess at all. Take out Parkinson. What was I thinking?
And Malfoy...he just had to go round the twist about it. Merlin, he actually believed it! He must think I'm a complete wanker...the arse. What, by Merlin's blood, gave him the idea that I'd actually run off and get married - and to his best mate - to Parkinson? Oh yeah...that's right...I'm just looking for a bird to coddle me and give me kids and who has the right bits. Gods, I hate him.
I don't care if Parkinson is a girl...I wouldn't touch her bits for all the galleons in England. I hate her...almost as much as I hate Skeeter.
I really hate my life.
[/PRIVATE]
[PRIVATE TO PARKINSON]
I suppose you're waiting for me to clear this bit of a disaster up, right?
This is all your fucking fault, you know.
-H. Potter
[/PRIVATE]
There are days I really hate my life.
Today is one of those days.
I knew that bloody date was going to haunt me. Bloody hell, I'd rather be married to Moaning Myrtle than Parkinson! I didn't know the bint was going to wear white! I didn't even know Slytherins wore anything besides black and green and anything else dark and creepy looking. Bloody hell, how the hell am I going to fix this one?
I hope she's getting as much shit over this as I am. At least that would be one good thing to come out of this. Maybe once she can see my life's not all fame and glory and...whatever else she thinks. And...fuck! If I didn't give a shit over what people thought in the first place I wouldn't be in this bloody mess at all. Take out Parkinson. What was I thinking?
And Malfoy...he just had to go round the twist about it. Merlin, he actually believed it! He must think I'm a complete wanker...the arse. What, by Merlin's blood, gave him the idea that I'd actually run off and get married - and to his best mate - to Parkinson? Oh yeah...that's right...I'm just looking for a bird to coddle me and give me kids and who has the right bits. Gods, I hate him.
I don't care if Parkinson is a girl...I wouldn't touch her bits for all the galleons in England. I hate her...almost as much as I hate Skeeter.
I really hate my life.
[/PRIVATE]
[PRIVATE TO PARKINSON]
I suppose you're waiting for me to clear this bit of a disaster up, right?
This is all your fucking fault, you know.
-H. Potter
[/PRIVATE]