Post by Rosie Weasley on Jan 5, 2009 23:05:50 GMT -5
Mum gave me this journal for Christmas; said I need to start writing my thoughts down. I found it quite an idiotic idea at the time, but am now interested to learn whether this mere book of paper will actually help me figure certain things out.
I am usually so in control of myself. But this past week, my emotions have been frequently scattered. I never seem to know what to say. And it all started with my honorary uncle's son.
Okay, so perhaps it actually began with Lily's dare. Or, as I turned it into, the bet. She said I could not step foot in the library AND had to proclaim that 'freeing the house-elves was a ridiculous idea' for an entire week! Naturally, I told her I needed something in return. So if it works--one more day of avoiding the library!--, Lily promised to help campaign for S.P.E.W. Hopefully she is not just saying that. Otherwise, well, a Weasley knows how to get even... especially when it comes to a fellow family member.
However, that was not the main frustration of my week. Mr. Frank Alexzander Longbottom II snogged me two nights in a row after I had basically just been re-introduced to him...after seven years! I, of course, became quite infuriated with the boy, and called him a "creep," followed by telling him to leave. Unfortunately, he considered my regrettable rudeness a scathing rejection, and then proceeded to insult me on the Rumor Wall. The RUMOR WALL!
Would you like to know what my dear "Uncle" Neville's son wrote? Well, he modified a common definition by using me as an example! He called me a "prude" and wrote that I spend way too much time in the library and have never learned anything that could help me have a social life. Mr. Longbottom Jr. paraphrased the insults Hugo always delights in throwing at me!
Of course I saw red. How could I not? The boy insulted me! And every one knows that Rose Rowena Weasley holds grudges. Everyone, it seems, except Mr. Frank Longbottom II. I immediately began hatching a plan to get back at him. Alby said I should call him an "emo," but I did not want to be mean. After all, I had already been kind of that way. So I simply put that Longbottom was "a player who goes after anything in a skirt." Probably not much better, but I had to do something until I think of a good prank.
After that, cousin Vic announced Hogwarts was going to have a New Year's Ball. Gag me. I love balls and being the center of attention as much as I adore Hugo and the color pink. Dress shopping--shopping in general, actually--is even worse. The weird thing, though, is that Frank actually asked me to the ball. Me! The Weasley girl he dubbed a "prude." It took me quite a while to answer him, however, because as much as I hated for him to feel rejected again, Vic had already taken it upon herself to set me up with someone. Since I despised the thought of a ball and really did not look forward to finding a date, and she was helping out someone make Evie jealous, I was set for a "blind date." And would you like to know who with? REMUS-JAMES LUPIN!!!
REMUS-JAMES! Pleaaaase. It would have been much better to be without a date than be forced to dance with the "King of players." But, no, Vic set me up with him. So I really do not have a choice. Absolutely disgusting. I hope Remus-James ends up spending the entire night with Evie. Maybe I can avoid an actual date with him.
It got completely weird after that. A couple of days ago, I supposedly died. Crazy enough, I know, but get this. Then I was apparently "brought back to life" by the same person who murdered me! And do you want to know the ultimate insane part of it? Apparently, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher--Professor Voegeli--was the murderer. I mean, I know what Mum said about Dolores Umbridge, but that is taking things a bit too far! The main idea of it is I was playing the trumpet when I was bored, and then Professor Voegeli enchanted the instrument to eat me whole, followed by smashing it into a million tiny bits. At least, that is the story Frank is giving. Unfortunately, James and Evie have also been trying to convince me of the completely illogical idea.
Anyway, after I was "brought back"--mind you, I really do not remember anything--, I was feeling perfectly fine. I mean, really. Except then the last thing I remembered was standing after Frank had tried convincing me I had died and I was looking at him as if he had been Confunded, and the next thing I knew, he was talking to me and trying to wake me up. He said I had coughed up blood...and then I found myself laying on his lap! That was completely embarrassing! AND he apparently yelled to Professor Voegeli to "bring me back." Even though I do not believe that in the slightest.
And now I do not know what to think. Alana Lestrange dared me to announce my "undying love" for Frank in front of the entire Great Hall and then snog him! But that would be a lie, right? Rose Rowena Weasley could care less about boys!
Except that I cannot stop thinking about him. And I almost automatically said "yes" when he asked me out for a butterbeer. And I cannot stop thinking about his constant snogging. And...I kind of want him to do it again. What is WRONG with me?! When did my life get so damn complicated?!
I am usually so in control of myself. But this past week, my emotions have been frequently scattered. I never seem to know what to say. And it all started with my honorary uncle's son.
Okay, so perhaps it actually began with Lily's dare. Or, as I turned it into, the bet. She said I could not step foot in the library AND had to proclaim that 'freeing the house-elves was a ridiculous idea' for an entire week! Naturally, I told her I needed something in return. So if it works--one more day of avoiding the library!--, Lily promised to help campaign for S.P.E.W. Hopefully she is not just saying that. Otherwise, well, a Weasley knows how to get even... especially when it comes to a fellow family member.
However, that was not the main frustration of my week. Mr. Frank Alexzander Longbottom II snogged me two nights in a row after I had basically just been re-introduced to him...after seven years! I, of course, became quite infuriated with the boy, and called him a "creep," followed by telling him to leave. Unfortunately, he considered my regrettable rudeness a scathing rejection, and then proceeded to insult me on the Rumor Wall. The RUMOR WALL!
Would you like to know what my dear "Uncle" Neville's son wrote? Well, he modified a common definition by using me as an example! He called me a "prude" and wrote that I spend way too much time in the library and have never learned anything that could help me have a social life. Mr. Longbottom Jr. paraphrased the insults Hugo always delights in throwing at me!
Of course I saw red. How could I not? The boy insulted me! And every one knows that Rose Rowena Weasley holds grudges. Everyone, it seems, except Mr. Frank Longbottom II. I immediately began hatching a plan to get back at him. Alby said I should call him an "emo," but I did not want to be mean. After all, I had already been kind of that way. So I simply put that Longbottom was "a player who goes after anything in a skirt." Probably not much better, but I had to do something until I think of a good prank.
After that, cousin Vic announced Hogwarts was going to have a New Year's Ball. Gag me. I love balls and being the center of attention as much as I adore Hugo and the color pink. Dress shopping--shopping in general, actually--is even worse. The weird thing, though, is that Frank actually asked me to the ball. Me! The Weasley girl he dubbed a "prude." It took me quite a while to answer him, however, because as much as I hated for him to feel rejected again, Vic had already taken it upon herself to set me up with someone. Since I despised the thought of a ball and really did not look forward to finding a date, and she was helping out someone make Evie jealous, I was set for a "blind date." And would you like to know who with? REMUS-JAMES LUPIN!!!
REMUS-JAMES! Pleaaaase. It would have been much better to be without a date than be forced to dance with the "King of players." But, no, Vic set me up with him. So I really do not have a choice. Absolutely disgusting. I hope Remus-James ends up spending the entire night with Evie. Maybe I can avoid an actual date with him.
It got completely weird after that. A couple of days ago, I supposedly died. Crazy enough, I know, but get this. Then I was apparently "brought back to life" by the same person who murdered me! And do you want to know the ultimate insane part of it? Apparently, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher--Professor Voegeli--was the murderer. I mean, I know what Mum said about Dolores Umbridge, but that is taking things a bit too far! The main idea of it is I was playing the trumpet when I was bored, and then Professor Voegeli enchanted the instrument to eat me whole, followed by smashing it into a million tiny bits. At least, that is the story Frank is giving. Unfortunately, James and Evie have also been trying to convince me of the completely illogical idea.
Anyway, after I was "brought back"--mind you, I really do not remember anything--, I was feeling perfectly fine. I mean, really. Except then the last thing I remembered was standing after Frank had tried convincing me I had died and I was looking at him as if he had been Confunded, and the next thing I knew, he was talking to me and trying to wake me up. He said I had coughed up blood...and then I found myself laying on his lap! That was completely embarrassing! AND he apparently yelled to Professor Voegeli to "bring me back." Even though I do not believe that in the slightest.
And now I do not know what to think. Alana Lestrange dared me to announce my "undying love" for Frank in front of the entire Great Hall and then snog him! But that would be a lie, right? Rose Rowena Weasley could care less about boys!
Except that I cannot stop thinking about him. And I almost automatically said "yes" when he asked me out for a butterbeer. And I cannot stop thinking about his constant snogging. And...I kind of want him to do it again. What is WRONG with me?! When did my life get so damn complicated?!