so, this is my journal. i got this present for my birthday about two months ago, opened it and hey, an empty book. um, yay? then i realised what it was, so i took it to hogwarts with me to write all my inner mushy feelings and stuff in. yeah... anyway, i'm pretty sure it doesn't have the memory of lord voldemort or anything locked inside. but if i start killing roosters and writing messages in blood on the walls, i'll let you know. i won't get possessed by an evil megalomaniac from reading this, but anyone else who dares poke their fat nose into my private journal might inexplicably turn into a giant sea-urchin. but i have nothing to do with it.

so yeah, i'm back at hogwarts. a week or so early, but meh. i love my family, but eight siblings? gimme a break. how am i meant to deal with that for the whole holidays? sam's obsessed with his action man dolls, chloe keeps stealing my potions supplies (i avoided a situation with bubotuber puss by such a narrow margin it hurt), ben spent the whole time making me metamorph my face into every possible form on the planet and i still have hannah montana songs stuck in my head from the endless marathon of jessie and kate's cds. a lesser person would've murdered them all but i, being the spiritual, tranquil, awesome person i am, ran like hell back to hogwarts.

so here i am. there aren't many people back yet, but i'm enjoying the peace and quiet while i can. before i know it the hogwarts express will arrive and the castle will be flooded with hundreds of students. it's been quite good to have some time to myself for a while. i think the giant squid and i are the bestest friends in the whole wide world ever now. zaney-poos is back, so at least i'll have some form of entertainment besides baiting sir cadogan. there's meant to be a school dance when everyone gets back on august 1st, so i'll totally show up to that. anyway, my hand's sore now. better wrap this up before my wrist catches fire. i'll write another entry whenever i have enough time, okay? hasta la vista, baby!