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Mar 01, 2004 18:53

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Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't feel good. Guilty, guilty, guilty. That is a very bad feeling.

Then there's tired tired tired. I cannot repeat that enough. I actually think I am falling sick again.

And after that, still overwhelmed with what I finally found out. I can't quite believe what I said about it. Seems like I'm really quite a born and bred Malfoy. What a plan. But at least, that got him picking himself up for a start. I say nothing gets one's spirit up like evil, devious plans.

I'm not seeing my girlfriend enough. Still haven't find time to talk to her. I need to talk to her.

19 more days. Quidditch. Hmm. Gryffindor. What to do with Adie?

Bill Weasley. Should I talk to him? Hmmm. Don't think I can stand the piling work anymore.

Ron Weasley. No one cares about Ron Weasley.

Charlie Weasley. Horrible handwriting. Creative threats though. Burnt that letter.

Mother. More letters. Father. A long, detailed blueprint suggesting how I should plan my life. Hmm. I hope he's not serious in the part he stated "arranged-marriage".

So stuffy. So much things to do. So much things to worry. No time to rest.

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