Well, that wasn't as fun as I'd hoped. I don't like what the hair and makeup team wanted to do this weekend; it looked too much like Parvati's style. And Omar had the nerve to say he thought I could pass for her, dressed like that! I missed Fencing Club for that? If it weren't for Daddy, I would've walked out of the shoot! But for my dear twin, I brought back the clothes since she'd love them, those denim jeans with all the colours on the legs.
Sometimes I miss conversations with Dean, yet our spiritual level of communication is stronger than ever. Words can convey certain things, of course, although I daresay his silence and my inability to speak to him has brought us even closer. He's making such progress through his forms, too!
That makes me wonder-- is Seamus getting enough water and light?
Lavy, I really think you ought to issue a SPECT alert against the newest
Snoodle story. The author's attitude toward animals is uncalled for! And could you and Parvati believe what Hooch wore on Friday? Made her thighs look like an elephant's!
I think I might start a petition to change the dress code for classes. I get very tired of wearing the school robes. Black is hardly my favourite colour, and it doesn't layer well over my saris. I shouldn't have to look like my robes are lumpy to fit the standards of this school. Doesn't it show House pride enough if I wear House colours? They look marvellous on me, so why can't I wear those instead?