Private Journal Entry
Ok, so, this journal idea is freakish.
I write down my 'feelings' and my 'thoughts' and, what? They give me some sort of insight into my inner-selfness? Give me a break.
I can understand using it to communicate with others, but why in the Hell should I write entries to myself? I'm with myself all day, I know what I'm up to. I don't need me to remind myself how I feel and what I think.
But, I'll do it anyway; everyone else is, and you know me, (do you?), I just can't resist following a popular trend! *rolls eyes*
I'm glad to be back from the island. It was a nice place to visit, you know the rest. I prefer Great Britain. The rain, dreariness and fog suit me. Sunny palm-treed beaches get on my nerves after a few days, I found. Yes, I know I'm strange.
Sirius looks...Amazing. He'd been all worn down and such before, but maybe the veil has a private spa or something, because he came out of there looking like a Sex God. Also known as, how he looked back in school. Older, sure, but still.
I've not gotten to speak to many people, since I just got back. Dora seems good, doing her job and all that. Bill is Bill is Bill, as always. Otherwise, I've only talked to Sirius. And snogged him. And snogged him some more. Then we talked, and, well, that's all I have to say about that. I'll think on it later.
I've been thinking of getting a job. I can't just mooch off of Sirius. I know I do things for the Order, but...I don't feel particularly productive. I'd have to get a muggle job, of course. Umbitch made sure of that. But I'm used to muggle jobs, and with the wolfsbane potion, I don't have to worry about hurting anyone.
I could always tell my boss I'm a member of some ancient religion and it's my sworn duty to take off the night of the full moon to dance in naked, wild, ecstatic abandon. They'd have to give me time off for that kind of thing, yes?
Sounds reasonable to me.
Well, myself, I'm going to sign off now. But then, you know that, what with you being me and all.
I write down my 'feelings' and my 'thoughts' and, what? They give me some sort of insight into my inner-selfness? Give me a break.
I can understand using it to communicate with others, but why in the Hell should I write entries to myself? I'm with myself all day, I know what I'm up to. I don't need me to remind myself how I feel and what I think.
But, I'll do it anyway; everyone else is, and you know me, (do you?), I just can't resist following a popular trend! *rolls eyes*
I'm glad to be back from the island. It was a nice place to visit, you know the rest. I prefer Great Britain. The rain, dreariness and fog suit me. Sunny palm-treed beaches get on my nerves after a few days, I found. Yes, I know I'm strange.
Sirius looks...Amazing. He'd been all worn down and such before, but maybe the veil has a private spa or something, because he came out of there looking like a Sex God. Also known as, how he looked back in school. Older, sure, but still.
I've not gotten to speak to many people, since I just got back. Dora seems good, doing her job and all that. Bill is Bill is Bill, as always. Otherwise, I've only talked to Sirius. And snogged him. And snogged him some more. Then we talked, and, well, that's all I have to say about that. I'll think on it later.
I've been thinking of getting a job. I can't just mooch off of Sirius. I know I do things for the Order, but...I don't feel particularly productive. I'd have to get a muggle job, of course. Umbitch made sure of that. But I'm used to muggle jobs, and with the wolfsbane potion, I don't have to worry about hurting anyone.
I could always tell my boss I'm a member of some ancient religion and it's my sworn duty to take off the night of the full moon to dance in naked, wild, ecstatic abandon. They'd have to give me time off for that kind of thing, yes?
Sounds reasonable to me.
Well, myself, I'm going to sign off now. But then, you know that, what with you being me and all.