Thoughts of the Day, Week, Month, What have you.
Happy Monday, everyone.
Well, it's already been a week and as it stands, I'm bored stupid. Everyone's just so busy and paranoid about passing their NEWTs, I mean, it's not as if we'll all fail and there will be a mass exodus of failures into the wizarding world. It's just as likely as an 8th year for people who don't quite make it! Ridiculous in the extreme. And let's face it, if people aren't busy stocking up on remembralls and self-inking quills, then they're buying Pink Parchment and Lollywater for their paramours. Seems this place is just couple central. I'd like to know exactly what their problem is. Sure, the sex is on tap and it's almost certain that you won't catch a disease, but we're seventeen, and there are plenty of reasonably priced fungal treatment potions on the market.
Onto mentions of my studies, I suppose. School is still school. Slightly (but not quite enough) challenging, with the same people. Every day. Transfig is a hoot though, McGonagall is just... well. McGonagall. She seems to like the Slytherin's less than ever, I suppose it's because their Quidditch team looks half decent this year. Imagine...Malfoy catching a Snitch! That was just practise though, no doubt the High Potter-News and his wunderkinds will have thought of something brilliant over the summer. Speaking of summer... If I have to go to one more corporate picnic for one more overstuffed Greengrocer I'm going to hex the lot of them. I don't care if they're my dad's clients and I don't care if their muggles, and thus may not have the necessary coping skills to deal with the extra noses. The fact remains. I hate Potato Salad!
I think I'll get a cat. And has anyone seen Terry? He seems to have stopped stalking me. It feels like I have rather too much underwear, these days. It's strange, strange indeed.
Well, it's already been a week and as it stands, I'm bored stupid. Everyone's just so busy and paranoid about passing their NEWTs, I mean, it's not as if we'll all fail and there will be a mass exodus of failures into the wizarding world. It's just as likely as an 8th year for people who don't quite make it! Ridiculous in the extreme. And let's face it, if people aren't busy stocking up on remembralls and self-inking quills, then they're buying Pink Parchment and Lollywater for their paramours. Seems this place is just couple central. I'd like to know exactly what their problem is. Sure, the sex is on tap and it's almost certain that you won't catch a disease, but we're seventeen, and there are plenty of reasonably priced fungal treatment potions on the market.
Onto mentions of my studies, I suppose. School is still school. Slightly (but not quite enough) challenging, with the same people. Every day. Transfig is a hoot though, McGonagall is just... well. McGonagall. She seems to like the Slytherin's less than ever, I suppose it's because their Quidditch team looks half decent this year. Imagine...Malfoy catching a Snitch! That was just practise though, no doubt the High Potter-News and his wunderkinds will have thought of something brilliant over the summer. Speaking of summer... If I have to go to one more corporate picnic for one more overstuffed Greengrocer I'm going to hex the lot of them. I don't care if they're my dad's clients and I don't care if their muggles, and thus may not have the necessary coping skills to deal with the extra noses. The fact remains. I hate Potato Salad!
I think I'll get a cat. And has anyone seen Terry? He seems to have stopped stalking me. It feels like I have rather too much underwear, these days. It's strange, strange indeed.