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Post by violet on Jan 9, 2010 21:32:52 GMT -5
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Post by violet on Jan 9, 2010 22:00:23 GMT -5
  mood; good. location; underneath that really nice oak tree near the lake. time of day; approximately 14:00
Dear Diary ---
Milo is just the greatest! He got this for me for no reason at all. Isn't that so sweet? He's a very sweet boy, though, so I suppose it all makes sense, doesn't it? Oh, and speaking of Milo, I have a crush on him! Yes, I do - I said it, and I do, and it's all a very strange feeling but I like it anyway. He's just so very wonderful and kind and loving and he's a splendid friend and he gives me butterflies and makes me feel all silly inside. So yes, I definitely have a crush on him. I feel like a changed woman, finally moving on from Owen -- I sure hope he doesn't take offense to this -- not like he knows, though, but if he did! Ah, well, I know him well enough to say that he'd be very flattered that I liked him in the first place but maybe a bit relieved I don't have feelings for him anyway. Okay, enough of my babbling, I have more important things to be talking about.
Exams are approaching. One month. I'll study a lot, of course, although I'm honestly beginning to question whether or not it's actually necessary. It will do me some good to work through my notes and get it in my noggin all fresh-like, but if I find while I'm studying that I remember it all, I might just have to continue scavenging through the library so I can spend time learning more stuff I shall more than likely remember rather than re-reading things I already do remember! - does that make sense? I hope so. Well, it makes sense to me, and I suppose that's all that really matters in the end, right? I'll be rather sad to see all the smiling, happy faces of the seventh years gone, though. I admit, I am ever so slightly jealous of them, simply because it is their time to finally be able to move on in life and become adults. Not like I want to become an adult quite yet, I feel there is much more learning I have yet to do before I am ready for that level, but still. It's okay, though, I suppose, because I'll be able to see all of my friends all the time in this cozy castle of ours and I won't have to worry about them being lost or hurt or confused or depressed or anything.
Oh, goodness, I should probably go. The Hunchback of Notre Dame is literally calling my name.
PS, Owen gave me a really nice hug today.
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So did Milo.
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Post by violet on Feb 7, 2010 17:09:24 GMT -5
  mood; bouncy! location; bed. time of day; 17:34
Oh, diary! Today was just lovely! I don't know why, but I've always been a big fan of Wednesdays, probably because later I get to spend two and a half hours in Astronomy, and I know it hasn't happened yet but I'm still really excited about it! Maybe it's because Milo is in that class with me, and I love having classes with Milo. It might also be because I just love that class in general - you know, if I wanted to choose a Muggle profession, it would most certainly be astrophysics! That would be the best ever, don't you think?
Ah, anyway. Nothing much has changed since two days ago. Yesterday I saw the loveliest butterfly - I just wish my friends would have been able to see her too! So very sad. If I were an artist I would certainly make an attempt to paint her - maybe I can consult Brody! He might be able to depict her. She had all sorts of colors, and the prettiest patterns on her wings - oh, Imogen would have loved to see her, we both love butterflies. It was a spectacular sight, really. But since I'm not really very good with paintbrushes, I think I might write a song inspired by the butterfly! And the day in general, maybe, because it was a nice day. I'll probably end up writing more than one song, though. Perhaps a mini-symphony! Oh, goodness, I just love music so very much - especially creating it. I think if more people knew how, the world would be a happier place.
Ooh, guess what? Today I hugged Milo and my palms got all sweaty - which is really rather hilarious, because my palms are never, ever, ever sweaty! Maybe it was a mere coincidence, I had been writing rather determinedly right before he showed up, but it's not like I grasp my quill with my palm - it would be incredibly difficult to write like that, me thinks! Anyway, sweaty palms, butterflies, and I keep on blushing - does this mean that after all of these years, I'm actually moving on from Owen?
Hopefully.
Hopefully I am.
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