I might be getting sick. This is bad! My voice is getting scratchy, and I blame all that random singing that happened to me. What if Quidditch starts and I'm still sick? What am I going to do?
Everything went better than expected. I think she liked the gift, at least.
You know, normally I don't mind giving some space to one or two of the things my family brings home, but the giant octopus tank in my room has got to go.
It's going to be my birthday tomorrow! The greatest day ever in history! And we're on holiday, so ever better. I'm not limited to school hours to have a totally awesome party!
It wouldn't be weird going to the dance alone, would it? I mean, it's not like I couldn't a girl to go with me. Who wouldn't want to go with the great Wilbur Robinson? I'm a quite a catch! But let's say I don't feel like finding a date. Can I go alone?
I've decided I don't want to work for my dad's department when I graduate up. I want to be a detective. It would be great! Solving crimes, catching the bad guys. I might even get a sweet hat.
You know, maybe I'll give this holiday a try. Not saying I'll get into all the love and the romance stuff, but I won't complain about other people doing it. It's a small start, but it's better than nothing!
There's this guy I know. And there's this girl he thinks he likes. But he doesn't know how to ask her to be his girlfriend. I mean, I already told him and everything, but he thinks he needs a second opinion. As if any opinion will be better than mine.