My Jedi Journal
Catch up on previous installments of My Jedi Journal! Year One: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6; Year Two: 1, 2, 3, 4; Year Three: 1,2, 3.
Dear Diary,
I'm so confused. You remember that last November I was writing (LOTS) about this guy named "Fred"? Did you wonder why, in December, I stopped writing about him? Probably not; you're brilliant and all that, but you are a "diary" and probably don't think about what I write in you.
Well, yeah, so here's this older guy, Fred, who is really good looking and isn't all THAT old (well, okay, he's like 22 or something) and he plays Quidditch, usually as a Keeper.
Well, um, last December, we had a game with Ravenclaw. And um, I didn't MEAN to but I accidentally sorta knocked the opposing team's Seeker on the head with the bludger. (He caught it ANYWAY, caught the Snitch I mean.) And I felt SO bad when I saw all that blood pouring down...(but it was fixed right away anyway but you know, even so ...).
Anyway, but he's in RAVENCLAW .... and he's OLDER than me TOO. Life is hard sometimes. He's so cute; not way handsome like a model like Fred, but cute adorable.
Yeah, you guessed it. So I'm way confused. How can I be so fickle!! First Fred and then Mark--who knows who it will be next week? Maybe a hippogriff? Ack. That would be just my luck. At least probably not a thestral. (Yeah, I can see those...they're kinda cute in a strange sort of off-beat way.)
As for classes, we're nearing the end of Term. I've passed everything so far. None of the teachers have put me on detention for at least a month. I think that is a record for me. Quidditch is going really good too. I'm allowed to play in games again and got to play against Ravenclaw (yay)(see above) and then again got to play against Slytherin this month. I've not fallen off my broomstick at all this month. So Life is Good.
However ... now comes the sticky thing. It's Valentine's Day coming up. And. Well. Um. IwannaaskMarktothedance.
I feel like crawling into a hole and pulling it in after me.
Scalawag mews at me; she says I'm a big wuss. Well, um. Yeah? So?
I'll write later, Diary.
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Later: I cannotbelieveIdidthat.Oh
my
I'll never show my face again. Ever. Ever.