October 14th, 2004
|09:03 pm - Fancy Dress Party.|
I'm going as me, I think. Just in case anyone else was going to do the same.
Current Mood: creative
October 7th, 2004
|06:21 pm - Hello, Journal.|
It's been a while, I know. I'm not sure what's going on with me. Not a whole lot, really. I've been working more often and that's all. Haven't been updating because I didn't want to bore you. Something's on with Hermione, but I don't know what. Apparently she was over the other night for a while, upset. Seems that nothing's going right for anyone just now. Well, I guess that's an exaggeration. I'm not doing so badly. It's just unsettling to see my friends going through difficult times.
Current Mood: concerned
September 10th, 2004
|09:19 am - I'm not sure how honest these things should be, really, but I guess...|
Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I'll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.
Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse.
Current Mood: calm
February 10th, 2004
|02:20 pm - Dream.|
I stayed up late last night and didn't get enough sleep, so I decided I'd get a couple more hours in the afternoon, and I should know better. I tend to be wasted after and it seems like I dream a lot more than at night. I think it was supposed to be Hogwarts, but we had the auditorium from my primary school, and we were doing a Muggle play, so I don't know why it was supposed to be Hogwarts. But we were doing Hamlet, I think (I haven't seen it but it was supposed to be Hamlet, there was the skull and everything), and I hadn't auditioned and I didn't want to play it, but they made me be him. And everyone else was doing fine, most of my friends were in it, and I guess I didn't come in until later in the play, but as soon as I went onstage and started talking (I was alone, which was weird), people started leaving. I was talking in Latin, and it started sounding a lot like incantations, and it seemed like a whole drove of people in the back started picking up. They were all in these big white robes with big white hoods, but other people were leaving, too. People in the audience started laughing, here and there, and someone shouted that I was losing my audience. .
Well, I got angrier and I acted better, but the people in white just left faster. I think maybe I was tricked to read the wrong stuff and it was an incantaton, and I was sure it had to do with the Dark Lord, and that was why they were going to him, but everybody else just thought I wasn't any good. Uncle Vernon was probably there, egging it on. I was going to have to do another scene (I think the one with the skull, by myself?), and it felt like it was going to get bad, and even more people would leave and there'd probably be an attack, from there, but I just woke up.
A bit anti-climactic, I guess.
Current Mood: aggravated