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[02 Sep 2003|05:07pm]
[ mood | jubilant ]

Okay, okay, I admit it. I fell for her. Hard. I just, well, didn't think it'd be good if I did. Liked her the moment I saw her - pretty little thing, all in pink, and oh wow.

Tobes keeps on wanting to know what's going on. I was away all afternoon with her and Christ she doesn't kiss like a lady and then I came back grinning like an idiot and spent about an hour sitting on my bed with my guitar instead of studying. Tone's never sounded so sweet.

I'm dumb, I'm muggleborn, I'm me. Fucked if I know what she sees in me, right? But she kissed me, out in the snow, all warm and sweet. Would have had to have been Cedric not to kiss back. A saint. Saint Cedric, I don't know. I thought, okay, this might be bad and wrong but I don't care. Then, later, we were in front of the fire and I just looked into those big green eyes and thought... damn, Gardner, you're hers and gone and this is right.

Why did I have to wait 'till summer? Maybe if I beg, my Alexandra'll write her ol' Coop letters so that he doesn't pine away. She might like the begging. I'll be persuasive.

Of course I can't tell Tobes. He'll say, oh ho, when are you going to take her to the supply closet and like I'd take her to the supply closet - it's all uncomfortable

I don't think her mum will mind. She's got a wicked-cool mum. But I have to go talk to that Richard Hartley guy and I feel like I have to go face her Da or her big brother or something. Geez.

Now Bourbon's climbing over my legs. Gerroff.

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[23 Aug 2003|12:18pm]
[ mood | confused ]

Y'know, I'd blame everybody's bad mood on the fact that exams are coming up really soon, but I can't. Everybody's walking around with a long face like a horse - except Alyx, who seems to be happy no matter what's happening, bless that girl. I'll find out what's up with Siobhan soon enough - she's both miserable and then ecstatic. Women are impossible. They need decoder rings.

Can someone tell me who Richard Hartley is and why I got told that he wants to beat me up? I'm completely confused, nothing new Heh, maybe he doesn't like the sax?

Buggery buggery buggery. I hate studying so much. I hate learning all the names of the moons for Divination. Callisto, Juliet, Othello, that one that's a soft drink - Miranda. Deimos, Phobos. It's all Greek to me. And I don't even think it's Greek.

Where's Ced? He knows this stuff. Or Tobes. Or anyone.

Aw - thank God, it's that little sweet Ravenclaw kid Lena's piano lesson now. Goodbye, Juliet and Othello and Fanta Miranda. Goodbye, Phobos and Deimos, goodbye Carme, you're all welcome to sod off any time you like.

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[14 Jul 2003|12:42am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Okay, I'm much too wiped to write much here, but I gotta get some notes down here before they escape my head. It might not seem real in the morning.

1. The dance wasn't bad at all. Heh. I talked with Ced and the guys a bit and then I tripped over this girl at the buffet and - okay, that's a whole another entry, I guess. She was sweet. Kind of face you don't forget - biggest green eyes since Harry Potter, heh. I think I hope we can still be friends after that dance was wrecked. I don't think she thinks I'm an entire waste. Should introduce her to Juliet, she's always moaning about how she can never do anything with her curls. Poor Julie.

2. Dementors crashed the Ball. Way to go, Dementors. I'm still shaking. I caught sight of one and I felt like my bones had been replaced with hardpacked snow. Christ.


rhyme with??

lament - fix twist
pimento? Why would I be using 'pimento'?
split with dement - resent, ascent, unspent, torment, relent


calyx - type of rose
nyx - Gardner, go to BED already.

I'm too tired to think of songs. Damn. Wish we had someone here who played the drums. Maybe one of the ickle Firsties does.

Cedric should play the drums. He's good at everything. I'll ask Pete.

Okay, going to bed... If Tobes stops talking. I'm going to throw a pillow at him in a moment.

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[07 Jun 2003|08:44pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

Well, it's the dance tonight. I haven't got a date. I was too busy to ask and I don't think any girl asked me so uh, well, I'm going stag.

Cedric says dozens of girls asked me, I was just too oblivious to notice. Heh. It's no problem for him - he had girls falling all over him from the time the dance was announced. Poor guy, he looked so hassled.

... Won't be that bad.

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