Can this whole "oh my god" I'm so excited to be back or this is so sad I'm not with some people I was starting to be friends with. Let's be bloody honest we're all happy to be in our own house but still pissed this isn't Hogwarts. Happy that the layout of the school is easier to navigate, pissed we're on this island. Happy there's no freaking bat shite spirits, pissed that there were in the first place. I don't want to hear another shite word about it. Can we all move onto the fact that we have a few games left, N.E.W.T.S and then we're out of here?

So everyone here, except who Demi and some emotional lost Slytherin, excuse me former, are excited about the holidays. It's understandable going home to sodding sad Christmases, hardly any presents, parents fighting, the cat dead, grandpa going on and on about old stories of his youth, meeting a mother who knows you aren't good enough for her daughter, rotten cakes. How horrid for all of you. Really sympathy from me.

Still I expect Dad will want to get a huge tree this year, seeing as it'll be my last at home. Mum's inviting her friends from Denmark over. Their kids are about our age. Elyse is actually a year older but who really cares about that at this age. I'd try not to get too sad that all of your Christmases will suck in comparison.

This bloody wouldn't of happened if we had experienced team members. Can't we all see now that splitting up the teams was a bad idea? Not to rehash the old subject of no more houses, but that too. You can't change years of the familiar. I mean bloody hell at least with the same teams we would have been cohesive. Sure I see the logic in dividing us, if they didn't we'd still have house mind set. But guess what? We still fucking do!

Plain and simple I want a redo or give me my team back.

This is sodding ridiculous. Oh sorry there were dead people trying to kill you but we got it all under control so it's fine, don't worry.

So let me get this straight because no one is being harmed anymore we should just take what they say as word and move along like it's nothing? I didn't go through fucking nothing for the staff and ministry to just take it like the normal happenings. How does this explain the crazy arse gargoyles changing faces? The rose windows? The creepy sounds in Potions? I'm not buying this until they move us or pay me.

I'm not writing anymore sodding journals for Peregrine because he's a whiny little bitch about words been written different then what he says. Well maybe my sentence structure is better than his. I don't sodding care about Will Summerby and his girlfriend stilling ways and attention grabbing antics. I'll kill someone if they ask me if I've seen Riza again. And Andrew better shut up about his bloody toe before I shoot a spell at hit.

My back hurts, my skin hurts, my toes hurt and yeah my bloody balls hurt. If I hear comments about now knowing what it's like to be a literal piece of meat I'll kill you too when I can get up.

( Private to self )

Everyone needs to sodding calm down. It's fog, a some messed up books and a few stuffed animals getting killedtampered with. It's not like we're all going to die, yeah I'm talking to you Lisa and Bronwyn.

Ugh Andrew how many times have I told you not to spray that stupid shite around the room.

These bloody tryouts Friday better go smooth. And I mean fucking smooth. Everyone knows how we all play and everyone knows Ravenclaw would have won the cup last year except for those extenuating circumstances. Second string no offense but you're second string, that's where you belong or otherwise they'd of cut someone from first string and all you new people trying out, don't get your hopes up. You're not getting on a team, Peregrine only has a spot for one female and you know Ginny isn't taking on anyone who isn't a Gryffindor.

It's bad enough Friday I have tryouts, which I shouldn't have to go through and then Astronomy. I'll be hitting the bed dead, so no one bother me.

Oh and if you get hit by a bludger, not my fault.

You know I've never really been into this whole crying business and that memorial, I had to go to that and several funerals. I'm not trying to be sour or rude, it's just more economical to do everything at one time instead of having all these separate mornings. The only good thing I can say that came out of it is that those French broads are awfully sensitive to emotions. I was just talking about something, not even tear or anything and they basically jumped down my throat to "comfort" me.

If I had known that I wouldn't have faked being sick for Cedric's memorial. Well I did have a slight cold that day, allergies really but Merlin, Roger was right. Sooner than any later I guess is best to learn a good...I'm not sure if I would call this a lesson. I'll ask Marielle tonight.

So this Muggles Study project really has me stumped and I hate to say that seeing as what house I'm in and all. It could be I'm just not all that artistic, I actually find there not really much of a reason to be so until we're given ridiculous assignments. It's one thing to write an essay, I can do ten parchments of that but I just have a sinking feel that we're supposed to make Professor Carrow laugh.

So if anyone has any spare ideas, how exactly you think I could get an O, I'll even take an A, on how I could make the teacher laugh at some ten minute play on the stupidity of Muggles than I'd owe you one.

This has got to be the most ridiculous thing the school has ever done to us. Not only to I have to wash the sodding algae off the green houses, but Slytherin got the Quidditch Cup? I mean, yeah they had one all year. Gotten off on some technicalities if you ask me, but that's not the point. There were 2 sodding games left in the year, anything could of happened. The game wasn't "illegal" like anyone said, I mean the captains had to book the bloody field. How is that illegal?

Fuck, as long as they haven't kicked us off the bloody team I'm fine, I guess.

This is starting to become a headache. All of you whining and bitching. Who gives a fuck about some clovers? Who cares if people say this about you? who cares if people ask you things? Who cares if you aren't listening to? Just sodding shut it. You're alive aren't you?

It's like I'm living with three year olds. "Mummy he took my biscuit.", "Daddy he's ignoring me."

Sod, I can't wait till break so I won't have to hear all your bitching.

Who exactly decided that Valentine's was some great day? On that same note those found guilty of it should be hanged along with those idiots who thought it was the man's duty to get the bird a gift? Sure if you get something in return, but a stuffed animal isn't exactly enough to make up for chocolates, jewelry, flowers and dinner. Some even expect a show! Even those of us made out of money, I am sure feel it's too much. Anniversaries, birthdays, Christmas and this? Really thanks powers that be I really enjoy giving an ungrateful girlfriend so much.

Not that she'd notice, not that any bird notices when you give them things because it's never enough! It's always you don't spend enough time with me, tell me your feelings and when you do once they expect you to do it all the time. Sod this, sod Valentine's. I hope the Carrows pair me with Astoria.I fucking hope Summerby gets a VD from his date.