March 24th, 2005

Current Music: Sven Creases - The Luckiest Time: 05:59 pm Current Mood: okay

I just checked my balance at Gringott's, and I think someone accidentally transferred 9,372 Galleons into my account. If any of you are missing 9,372 Galleons, we should go to Hogsmeade to straighten this out. There's not much to do. I was supposed to go to a Stars and Stuff lesson, but it was cancelled. Apparently, a freak cosmic cloud has descended over the stars and stuff we were meant to observe. Oh, look, here comes a brand new broomstick flying through my window for no particular reason. That's interesting.

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January 18th, 2005

Time: 10:17 pm

... Yo So, uh, I'm not going to write poetry anymore, because that's just stupid. Yeah. Earlier today, I was eating nachos, and scratching my bum, thinking about Quidditch, and I had the most awesome burp ever. It was awesome, yo. Who can help me with this goddamn thing that is too fucking small and itches like a mother?

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January 2nd, 2005

Time: 03:34 pm Current Mood: highly distressed & depressed

Must classes resume tomorrow?

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December 25th, 2004

Time: 10:47 am

Oh, how distressing. The world progressively darkens as our wisps of lives swirl around, unknowing, in this tornado of unhappiness and failure. ( highly disturbing content ) This photograph does not do the horror that has betaken my family justice. My Muggle cousins Tiffany and Calvin, how I weep for their innocence stolen, those young sprites of yesteryear. Witness the most depressing eyes of the fiendish creature. His skull does not hold sufficient room for tear ducts, yet he proverbially weeps at his deformities. Oh, tragedy! I feel it is my moral as well as familial duty to spell away this monstrosity. Should I not return, know that my depressing life truly did have no significance whatsoever.

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December 19th, 2004

Time: 01:32 pm

I had thought that sleeping after last week's dreadfulness would have been soothing, but I should have known that there is never any solace to be found. The darkness of the world is perhaps magnified in the somnolent state. The holiday spirit, I suppose, is meant to be uplifting, but it is rather bleak and dull if one scrutinizes it closely enough. There is, however, a great deal of chocolate to be consumed.

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November 7th, 2004

Time: 09:40 am

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September 12th, 2004

Time: 11:14 am Current Mood: devastated

my depression is like               the sea                              it is d e e p and big

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August 11th, 2004

Time: 01:11 pm Current Mood: upset

Friends, classmates, professors, lend me your ears; I write not to ease myself, but to talk to you; The evil of You-Know-Who lives after him; The good Cedric Diggory lies in the grave, So let the Dark Lord be satisfied. Dumbledore... Hath told you that Cedric was a Hufflepuff: And it was so, pride of the House, And grievously have they let him go. Here, with my laptop and lovely verse, (For You-Know-Who is very powerful, So are the Death Eaters, all powerful) Type I to speak of Cedric Diggory... He was my love, faithful and just to me, But You-Know-Who says that he was a spare, And You-Know-Who is rather powerful, He hath flown many times in Quidditch, His successes did the Huffle house points fill. Did this in Cedric seem like a spare? When that I was upset, Cedric hath listened: Spares should be made insensitive gits. Yet You-Know-Who says he was a spare; And You-Know-Who is rather evil. You all did see that in the Quidditch game He caught the Snitch before Harry Potter, Yet he asked a rematch: was this unimportant? Yet You-Know-Who says he was a spare; And sure, the Dark Lord is powerful. I write not to disclose what You-Know-Who spoke, But here I am to write of my boyfriend. I love him still, and not without cause: What cause is there worthy enough? O Cedric! Thou art no longer living, And I have grieved long and hard. Bear with me... My eyes fill with tears of sorrow, And I leave for now to have a cry.

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August 3rd, 2004

Time: 11:09 pm Current Mood: sad

I was sitting in my room and thinking about Hogwarts and how it is really a microcosm of society -- its pitfalls (broken stairs) and treachery (disguised walls) earlier today. My thoughts inspired me to write a poem. untitled, by cho chang a penguin is greyscale but is its blood not red like all others why does the snow still fall white when the world is coloured in a bright spectrum I wonder if I should use a penname while writing. I feel that perhaps using my legal name constricts the creative flow. It would be a tragedy, of course, to handicap myself while writing in any way.

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July 24th, 2004

Subject: Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. Time: 08:35 am Current Mood: morose

Cedric is here. Did everyone see? Can anyone help him? He needs help, I think. Cedric? This parchment shortage does not surprise me. I always knew the world was a terrible place. Everyone is against me, and nobody understands. They sent me my letter on the skin of a cod. Don't think I didn't notice that those are Cedric's initials. Your plan to hurt me even more has not succeeded. It's not as if I don't think of him all the time, anyways. I'm Head Girl for next year. All this responsibility. I'm going to go write poetry.

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