Run
Woah, journals. So much writing. I've kind of been wanting to read stuff people write, but I've also had a couple of tough essays to do recently (probably not so tough for other people, but I'm not very good at essays) and when I'm spending lots of time bent over parchment trying to make sense of the books I've also been poring over, when I get free time I just want to do something that doesn't involve reading. More deadlines this week, yurk. Hopefully they'll be a bit easier than the last couple and I'll get some more practical, or at least less analytical, homework soon. So what have I been doing with my spare time? Well, Quidditch and flying when I can, but the pitch is booked up a lot recently, what with the Gryffindor-Slytherin game coming up soon, so I've not been doing as much as I'd like. Not that I'm complaining, you know, I mean when our first match comes up I'll be wanting to organise lots of practises too. So anyway, I've been going running. I still prefer walking, really, but I sort of feel like I need the exercise and it's harder to think when you're running, which can be a blessing sometimes if I'm missing Cedric particularly. I've been very glad for the prefect's bathroom when I come back all sweaty and disgusting! I can't get over that place. It's huge! I'm not so keen on all the funny smelling bubble baths, though. I've been working my way round the different types and I've found a couple that are quite nice but sometimes I forget which tap they come from and accidentally get some weird bubble-gum scented foam or something. But mostly I get distracted anyway and start swimming in it and jumping off the diving board. I think I might come down sometime in my trunks and not even bother with the bathing bit, instead of going running, you know? I'm still up for company on walks or runs if anyone wants to come, by the way. It's been quite mild the last few days so you won't even get cold.