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I hate times like this. I really do. Once again, I'm going to use this thing to try to sort out my thoughts. I've become rather fond of it, really. No idea why I tried to burn it earlier in the year. Things were different then.
I started thinking today about romance novels. Not because I want to write one, or anything like that, but because I feel like my life is based on an especially trashy one. I thought things were bad when I started to fancy Gideon, who was at the time purely my shag mate. Then bloody Sirius had to go and start fancying me, making things more complicated as he intensely loathes Gideon, and I lust after Sirius, which is strange enough in itself. So the one that fancies me is the one that I lust after, and the one that I fancy...well I don't know what's going on with Gideon because he won't talk to me.
And even if I didn't fancy Gideon, I wouldn't be able shag Sirius because of Marlene. She basically forbade me from doing anything with him, which I can understand, as she claims to remain in love with him. It's so bloody annoying though, and I refuse to let her dictate whom I may and may not shag. Honestly. I still plan on telling her that I snogged him, none the less. She deserves to know, doesn't she?
I don't want to go home for Christmas, as the further away from home I am, the easier it is to forget. It's hard to believe that this is our last year here. I'm going to miss it, and I want to spend as much time here as I can. I have to go home, though. The holidays are always the hardest for Mum and Dad, and I'm almost positive that they need me.
I've just counted my money in preparation for Hogsmeade. The verdict is that I will have to pawn off a few items and make some of the gifts. At least it isn't as bad as last year, though.
Happy Holidays, Vivian.
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Come visit me so we can have a chat, hmm?
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Please, tell me what I did to make you become so short with me. I will honestly go nudge Rosier in your direction if you don't tell me. And I'm not kidding, Gid.
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We need to talk.
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I'm in a very spiteful mood, and feel like brutally mauling the snowmen and women that litter the grounds. With pigs blood, just for effect. And messages written in said blood.
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Sound scary enough to amuse me for an hour or two?