Apr 28, 2004 17:22
I spent the night in the hospital wing, idiot me fell off my stupid broomstick during practice and broke my arm, much to the amusment of all my team mates and any spectators. i felt, still feel, like a right dork. Personally i'm blaming the broomstick, Madame Hooch said she'll check it out for me, make sure it's not broken or doesn't have any hexes put on it. i wouldn't put it past the Slytherins to try and jinx our game, or maybe i'm just clumsy...no Slytherins jinxed me!
I don't want Mum to find out, i've got to try and find Ron and make sure he doesn't tell her or i'm sure she'll have a fit and want to stop me playing quidditch - which is so NOT going to happen. She can have my hair but she won't take my broom - or something like that. Must.Find.Ron!
Michael Corner is getting on my nerves too, he keeps staring at me in class which is making me paranoid and i have to keep running to the loo or asking ppl if i've got something on my face or my hair is sticking up - i hate it when boys are odd, why can't they just be normal and talk to you if they want to, rather than staring at you like your a misshapen potato. or perhaps i do have something on my face that only he can see....?
Right i'm being ridiculous, i should just march up there and ask him what his problem is, but in a slightly less confrontational manner, Kit thinks he likes me but i think thats moronic, i mean we went out two years ago, why would he want to do it again? you'd think living with a house full of boys i'd at least have some sort of insight into the male psyche woudln't you? sadly i am still as much in the dark as anyone, perhaps more in the dark.
Speaking of dark i have to get back to the tower before curfew, why can't we have computer's in our rooms? perhaps i'll campaign for one in the gryffindor common room, that would be useful.