January 22, 2003
The other night was something of a let-down. In hindsight it wouldn't have worked, as I would have trouble explaining to a wizard, let alone a Muggle, that I was really only 19, but still. I've discovered that being seen as attractive means that you get noticed more, but not necessarily in the way that you may like. I certainly prefer being spoken to rather than being spoken at, and conversing with people who are actually remotely interested in the answer when they ask a question, if they do at all.
This whole experience has been an eye-opener, but I find myself beginning to long for the days when people were interested in me for my personality - oh hang on, I can't really say that either something other than my looks.
I am also wishing to lack cleavage to be looked down, thank you very much.
In other news, the weather is still clinging to winter for dear life. Thankfully while outside, Diagon Alley's snow repelling charms keep away the worst of it.
This whole experience has been an eye-opener, but I find myself beginning to long for the days when people were interested in me for my personality - oh hang on, I can't really say that either something other than my looks.
I am also wishing to lack cleavage to be looked down, thank you very much.
In other news, the weather is still clinging to winter for dear life. Thankfully while outside, Diagon Alley's snow repelling charms keep away the worst of it.