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[04 Oct 2008|08:16pm] |
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[Warded Against Kimberly Baker]
Midnight. Coffee shop. Why? Merlin, you don't want to know. I am still trying to erase it from my own mind. It isn't very loud, but just knowing what's going on is enough to make me want to clear out. I suppose I'll try going back around one, because I know my father wouldn't like it if I arrived at home so late at night. If I lose much sleep tonight, I'm going to be more than a bit upset.
This is not what I signed up for when I got a roommate. In fact, I never even considered it. I hope this isn't a regular occurrence.
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[26 Sep 2008|10:45pm] |
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I've finally left home. Father was sad, and understandably so. We are a very close family, but I just felt the need to get away, to start my own life. I know that he and my step-mum understand, and they are happy for me, but it was a strange feeling to be looking at my room and realising that I wouldn't be sleeping in there that night. I'm accustomed to my new home, though, and I do enjoy the company, now that my flatmate really is here and not stuck in a room at St. Mungo's.
Speaking of St. Mungo's, things have been going rather well lately. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really cut out for it New ink - sorry. Fortunately, we've just started a rather interesting lesson and I can't wait to hear the rest of the lesson. Maybe I sound a little too enthusiastic, but it's great to finally be studying something that catches my interest.
Well, I'm so tired I'm nearly passing out right in my chair. I guess that means I should go. Goodnight!
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[08 Sep 2008|10:25pm] |
Quidditch players are such idiots. All they ever do is reproduce and show off how wonderful they are.
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