Month: September 2010

I am such a sucker for things, and people, especially people who tend to make me feel sentimental just by a minor action such as leaving a song as a prominent trace, and soon I hold onto that single sliver of hope that maybe there might be a chance, a possibility to make things work. So I cling onto that fragile thread, brimming with sudden, inexplicable happiness and euphoria of having experienced a teenage life, but then things go awry, just the way they always do, and I’m left hampered with a huge wave of disappointment and dangerously low self-esteem. But I adapt and pick up my shreds and continue loving you secretly.

One day I will stop being a hopeless romantic, a lovesick crackhead and get a grip on my worthless life.

Hello there! It’s my second week back at Hogwarts school and it’s finally the weekend! I’m starting term as a Hufflepuff 5th year and guess what? I’ve been appointed a prefect by Professor McGonagall! You would not believe how many times I muttered ‘Oh my God’ over and over again when I received my letter. Of course, Mum and Dad were thoroughly pleased, but I have no idea why someone would want to select someone as rowdy and busybody as me as a prefect!

I’m still on the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team this year, as a Chaser. Miranda, the team captain are having tryouts for a Beater and a Chaser later so I need to show my face on the pitch too. It’d splendid being able to be on the pitch again! It’s definitely not the same as playing tag on broomsticks with my cousins back at home. And I’d love to wipe those smirks off those Slytherins’ faces once we beat them in the first match of this term, which is next month. Well golly, now that I’ve said it, it’s got me quite nervous too.

I’m having OWLs this term, in June, and you wouldn’t believe the homework the teachers are giving us! Foot-long essays for Potions, Transfiguration and History of Magic already! Oh, and another thing, we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year (don’t we always?) and his name Professor Bernard Follgrew. I’ve yet to have a lesson with him, but Louisa and the others are pretty impressed with him so I cannot wait to see what he’s got in store for us next week.

Well obviously, being a prefect means I’m not allowed to go wandering around the castle with Sophie in search of ‘adventure’ like we used to love, but I’m trying to keep the magic in the air, if you know what I mean. I’ve got my eye on one of those Ravenclaw 5th years, and this is absolutely private, but I think I have a crush on him. Well, don’t go around telling anyone that, eh? I know Sophie and Joyce would definitely take the mickey out of me if they knew.

Well, now Athena (which is my owl, for your information) is ‘hrrpmh’-ing very grumpily next to me and I reckon I should send this letter already. I’m not sure where this letter is going, but if you should find it, then bless your soul! You sure are one lucky wizard/witch, eh? Until later, then. Bye!

Love,
Michelle.

I lied about ‘September’s Only Post’, but writing calms me, so I’m just sneaking here to write a little. I have failed all attempts at writing witty, funny and “quality” posts and I don’t really care if no one reads this blog anymore (well actually I do because I’m desperate for attention sometimes but I’m trying to be the good guy here) so I’m going to write whatever pleases me.

These days, the only things that make me happy are Harry Potter, You Me At Six, iSketch, tweeting with Sasha, and the knowledge that I’ll be watching Paramore live on October 19th. Another shallow part of me wonders if anyone’s missing me on Facebook. Ha!

I’ve had a Harry Potter movie marathon the week before and I was bloody pleased. And I’ve been talking to myself in British accents lately it’s starting to seem funny. As I am writing this, I am speaking these words in my mind in a very weak but manageable British accent. My love for Oliver and James Phelps have increased loads, especially after Prisoner of Azkaban. You probably don’t know what I’m writing by this point but it’s okay, you don’t have to understand if you don’t want to.

I’ve been keeping a dream diary like what Professor Trelawney gave as a homework in Order of the Phoenix. I laugh when I remember those vivid and amazingly incredulous dreams. How exactly does my mind work? It’d be great if I ever pluck up the courage to lucid-dream one day. It’d be creepy, but that’s one of the tasks I’m going to do before I die.

Speaking of death, I’ve been paranoid lately, leaving notes saying ‘should I die or something, read this…” or something like that. Right, so if I really do die, someone read my Tumblrs, this blog and my personal diary (it’s wrapped in this white wrapping paper with hearts on it). Does it make me morbid that I love thinking how people are going to feel if I die? That makes me selfish in a way I guess.

Being away from people during these few days of holidays is actually quite comforting. I don’t know if I’ll be happy or sad when school reopens. I just hope PMR bloody ends as quick as possible so I won’t feel all these restrictions biting my head off every few minutes or so.

Now I feel like erasing everything I wrote, just like how I deleted every single thing in my email inbox today without even sifting through it. But it had 3850 messages and 92 more in the Junk folder so you can’ exactly blame me. Anyway, I probably won’t erase because I’m so stuck up and would want people to read this and take pity of me and I don’t even know if that’s what I want or not. Anyway, I’m going to go now, and if you’re reading this, well, I applaud you for staying with me for so long. Thank you.

PS. I’m rereading my Potter books so if you see the cover of a Potter book under the What I’m Reading section, don’t go around saying that I’m inadequately equipped with the information about the wizarding world.