Life in the fast lane
I haven't sought to post anything in this thing yet, as i've been a trifle...confused. I wish someone would...someone could illuminate to me the reason for the myriad of changes that seem to have occured since the holidays - or during the holidays - but so far I am still in the dark.
I feel like a different person. Like a real person, perhaps. Like finally I am being seen. And people - some people - seem to actually like it. They seem to like it just as much as I do.
My holidays were bland. I did not see my 'boyfriend' at all; he did not make the effort to see me, and to be fair, I did not make the effort to see him. I suppose we are (or were) mutually at fault, but that doesn't...or didn't make it any easier to deal with. I suppose I was fed up - I felt very abandoned. Maybe i'm selfish. Alright, I know i'm selfish - but hey, all human beings are! I'm just honest about it. I feel sometimes as if the world should revolve around me, even if it doesn't, and the fact that I seem to have ceased to exist, for Theodore, over the summer...
Well, all these feelings will drive a person to do things that maybe they wouldn't ordinarily do.
But I don't regret it.
I think this term will prove very, very interesting.
Other than that, there is not much to report. Bulstrode gave me a detention from Professor Snape, because apparently she's bitter about being a half-blood. Or something. Mind you, she took her...whatever...out on the Wynne kid from hufflepuff, too, and clearly he's no pureblood. I don't see why she couldn't have pulled her little stunt on Ruet - it's clear she was desperate to stay behind after class. I can only guess as to why. Though actually, I think i'd rather not.
So, anyway, I shall have to work extra hard to return myself to Professor Snape's 'good books'. I might abandon this entry here, and ensconce myself in the library. It's homework time, I fear.
Sigh.
I feel like a different person. Like a real person, perhaps. Like finally I am being seen. And people - some people - seem to actually like it. They seem to like it just as much as I do.
My holidays were bland. I did not see my 'boyfriend' at all; he did not make the effort to see me, and to be fair, I did not make the effort to see him. I suppose we are (or were) mutually at fault, but that doesn't...or didn't make it any easier to deal with. I suppose I was fed up - I felt very abandoned. Maybe i'm selfish. Alright, I know i'm selfish - but hey, all human beings are! I'm just honest about it. I feel sometimes as if the world should revolve around me, even if it doesn't, and the fact that I seem to have ceased to exist, for Theodore, over the summer...
Well, all these feelings will drive a person to do things that maybe they wouldn't ordinarily do.
But I don't regret it.
I think this term will prove very, very interesting.
Other than that, there is not much to report. Bulstrode gave me a detention from Professor Snape, because apparently she's bitter about being a half-blood. Or something. Mind you, she took her...whatever...out on the Wynne kid from hufflepuff, too, and clearly he's no pureblood. I don't see why she couldn't have pulled her little stunt on Ruet - it's clear she was desperate to stay behind after class. I can only guess as to why. Though actually, I think i'd rather not.
So, anyway, I shall have to work extra hard to return myself to Professor Snape's 'good books'. I might abandon this entry here, and ensconce myself in the library. It's homework time, I fear.
Sigh.