I love Mister Merkn and dancnig and cake! Woo hoo!
Colin, letts go dancing!!!
I found some tea and a fuzzy pair of leg warmers. I did make quite a mess in the common room with my can crushing. H...
I don't think talking about my personal life is a good idea.
The Muggle Studies professor hates me. Either that or she thinks that Goyle and I are retarded because she always speaks veeeeeeery slooooooowly around us. It's rather annoying.
Er. Crew is more fun then I thought it would be!!! School clubs have been keeping me rather busy, that's a good thing.
Eric has been making a lot of progress. I really enjoy teaching him too, he's brilliant.
I haven't spoken to Colin or Padma since the party...
Well, I HOPE YOu're all habin gufa fub aaat te PARTAY.
PAAADBA AND EEEI. WE STAYYYYED HERE AND WE SAAT TOGETHER AND WEEEERE LIEK, OH MIIIIGOSH.
AND THEN PADMA FEEEEELL ASLEEG AND I WAS LIEK WHO AKKLOL EEEEEEEE, OH MIGOOOD.
PADBA IS NIIIICESOGFT AD I AB APPY BUT WHY SHETLKS ABOUTGIRLLLLLLLPOWWRRE AND 'MLIEEKK WWHOOO,COOOLIN AND HTHATWISLIEK WROORONG.
NOWIAMGOING TOW THE ASYTTTTRONOMY TOWER.
I WILL SING GERSSSSSSSWHIN.
YEAH,Y OU TAGOHOUGHT IDIDN'TKNOW WHO THATWAKLGS, BECAUSE IAAAAAAM DUMB.
OMMMMIIIIGFOSH THIS KEYYYYYBAORDISSHOO WIERD.
SOMEE DAAAY HE'LLCOMEALONG, THE MANNNNNNNNN I KLOVVVEEE AND.
LL BE BE BIG AND STROOOONG, THE MAAAAN I LOVE BYYYYYYE.
Teehee, Camera and Camera junior are here with Blaise and Goyle!!!
EEE, CAMERA, HANDS OFF THE BOOBIES!!
DRACO?!?! GREGORY?! ZABINI?! PANSY?! ANYONE?!?!?!?!
HELP ME??? PLEASE!?!?!
I HAVEN'T EATEN IN TWO WEEKS! I'M COLD AND THIS BARKING RAT KEEPS BITING MY FINGER!!!
Okay. I'm calm. I'm collected.
Please, if you read this, help me! I'm here at this club... Wait. Ms.? What? NO, WHAT? I'M SORRY I ONLY SPEAK ENGLISH! NO! NO DA, NO TANK, NO! I CAN'T NO, I CAN'T, WAIT NO, LET GO OF MY LEG!!!
So.... They gave me this tiny underwear and a bow tie for a dance and this nice lady let me use her computer but It's really cold in here and Mrs. Crabbe left me with this strange furry thing! It keeps following m OUCH MY FINGER! I'M BLEEDING! HELP! STOP THAT, NO, NOT THE BOWTIE! NOOOOO!!!!
I, FRITZY, SOLEMLY SWEAR THAT IF I EVER GET OUT OF THIS PLACE THESE BLEEDING PURE-BLOODED FINGERS WILL NEVER TOUCH CAKE AGAIN!!!
For the first time in a while, I had something truly beautiful in my hands. Perfect and sweet and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of it's existence in my midst, to lavish upon me all the affection and warmth it had to offer. But I, Vincent Crabbe, threw it all away.
I THREW AWAY CAKE!!!
IT IS GONE! FOREVER!
I sat in front of the telly all day, watching My Fair Lady on tape and moping.
I am going to the club tomorrow with a bunch of kids. THE FIRE OF DISCO IS BURNING IN MY LOINS.
I mean. Uh. Looking forward to that... Yes, that is good.
I think Mrs. Crabbe has been stealing my clothes... All of my favourite shirts are missing. She up to something. She keeps coming into my room and smiling at me.
SHE HAS TO BE STOPPED! I don't think I could handle throwing away more cake.
I CAN MAKE SWAN SHAPED CANS OF BEANS!!!
I wanted to go dancing tonight but the muggles at the club beat the disk jokey up because he wouldn't play that horrible macarena song. I would've beaten him up if he did though.
The dancefloor was made for everyone. I think anyone can dance well. But the Macarena?! How dare they simplify dancing like this, to just shaking your arse and turning around, shaking your arse and turning around, shaking your arse and turning around...
THAT IS NOT DANCING, IT'S JUST BOUNCING!!!
And do you know what that makes of you all? Yes, that's right! BOUNCERS!
I haven't been this angry since Harry Potter stole all the dessert from the Slytherin table last year! So that makes me really really angry!
I am CRANKY (I like that word.). My parents took away all the cake. There are only beans! Lots of beans lots of beans! And they're in cans, too! I just finished twelve.
They're kinda good. I feel like hurting someone.
I CAN CRUSH CANS OF BEANS WITH MY BARE HANDS!