The Diary of Beatrix Q. Townsend

Y'know, it'd be easier to appreciate how frikkin' good Randy looked in that dress if I wasn't so distracted trying to smuggle her back to her dorm before someone noticed how WASTED she was. She's a wonderful, sweet person, but dude, I worry sometimes. I hope it was a "happy" drinking and not a "got busted hard and lost points woe" drinking. Must check on her in the morning.

I keep forgetting how few friends I have. Real, close friends, not just acquaintences. But you get a day like today, where they're ALL gone to dance/hermit/whatever with their respective SOs, and I notice real quick. That.. kind of sucked. At least it wasn't a bad day, though. I got reading done. That's always good.

Also: Waldo is very nice and sweet and has my Avengers comic. But that's okay. He won't rough it up or lose it, and I can snag it from him next time I see him. He's good company. (And makes really awesome cookies.)

Wotta haul, wotta haul. Lots of goodies this year.

Pae and Alis both sent me dresses. I'd shriek and hide under the bed, but they're both kinda bitchin', actually - Pae's isn't intimidating, it's kinda tomboyish so I think I can survive it. Al sent me this.. red.. flapper.. thing. Which I'd hide from if it were from anybody but her, and I get the added bonus of some lessons with it, so hey! (And we're also apparently going to the ballet. You know, I never realized how freaking GIRLY she can get me to be. I wonder if I should worry.)

Kait got me a badass scarf. It's gotta be like eight feet long, with a Union Jack pattern on. I hope she likes those books I got her. I guess I'll know for sure if she starts callin' me Watson once we get back to school. (oh yeah, don't forget to thank Professor Drake for that part.)

The usual stuff from mom and dad - some clothes, some more music, all that jazz. DAD GOT FRANK ZAPPA TO SIGN ONE OF MY SHIRTS. I can't wash this thing ever again. EVER. AAAHHHH.

Also in my stocking this year: boobs. Who knew?

I'm off to frolic and cavort with the masses now. Maybe I'll hit Kait's or Al's while I'm out. Or try to hunt Randy down. Choices, choices.

My stooooore! My babies! I missed you, my babies! Gahhhhh, so much new STUFF since September!

Ohmanohmanohmanlookatthis, the Sex Pistols were on TV! And I MISSED it! AGGGHHHH. And I need to beat up whoever scheduled the 100 Club Punk Festival for September 20th-21st! And I need to write Travis and Kait and Randy and Al and GAH SO MUCH TO DO WHERE DID I PUT MY PEN.

...oh yeah. I'm writing with it. Excuse me, I need to take the stupid outside and beat it with a bat. Maybe my boys are up for a bit of football...

Spent most of the day out by the lake since it was Sunday and I could get away with it, take that, lack of classes. Kept the Squid company (he seemed very happy to share my toast with me, but.. duh?) for a while, then Randy showed up, and no offense to the Squid or anything, but she's a way better conversationalist. Prettier, too, but I'm sure all the lady squids would give their left and left and left and left tentacle to spend some time with our boy in the lake.

Kait came out pretty soon after that. Apparently, she's surrounded by idiots again, the poor thing, and pitched a bit of a fit before coming outside. She said the cookies were brilliant, though, and the heating charm I put on the tin worked, so maybe I'm picking up Alis' talent via osmosis or something. Bonus. She and Randy got on well, which is both good and probably terribly terribly disasterous for anybody who manages to piss one of them off. Which is good. Because Kait needs more people around willing to punch someone in the face for her sanity's sake. Me, I can't throw one to save my life, but I bet I could get Randy to teach me.

Anyway, this ickle Hufflepuff girl came out for a while, but she didn't stay long. Poor thing needs to get her cloak fixed so it isn't so long, she tripped on it. I learned that she has good taste in cookies, though, which is always a good way to judge someone's character and leads me to believe that she's worth hunting down again later for a proper introduction.

Just a lazy, hanging-out-with-people, making-them-feel-better sort of day all around. No nefarious schemes planned at all. Nope. None whatsoever. No siree Bob.

Rose Huang got suspended. Man, I hope she knows how lucky she is - she could have been expelled, seriously. Man. Isaac must be throwing a freakin' party to have her out of his hair for a while.

Divination was interesting tonight. Just sitting around and talking about Seers and stuff, not a very formal session at all, it was nice. I didn't know Muggles could be real, honest, capital-s Seers, I thought it was just a wizard thing. But Smallville Aubre and Natalie and Professor Katz all made really good points on it. Note to self: ask Chelsea more about that Cassandra Effect thing. It sounded like an interesting story was behind it and I need more to read, I'm out of Spidey comics 'til I get home and stock back up.

Hmmm.. I just had an idea. To the H&H classroom with me! AWAY!

Just when I'd managed to get my vision of Luke back up on that nice, high, "guy who isn't a Guy" pedestal-y thing, he goes and calls Al short or sommat. GAHHHHHH. [A small, furiously scribbled design goes here.] At least it distracted him everyone me away from my embarassment on being called for not asking to take a pastry first.

Not that I ate it, after Al bolted. So much for getting any mileage out of my embarassment, huh?

Professor Drake says she'll talk to my parents and make sure they'll let me come back after the holiday. If she can get me feeling good about Defense, she can so convince them. Maybe Kait won't have to sic her parents on mine after all, and they can just come for a friendly visit instead. Or we can go there for one. Whichever.

She also said (the Professor, I mean) that she has trouble casting when she's nervous, too, and she was an Auror. I'm glad it's not just another stupid 'me' thing. Maybe I won't stink so much this year, though I'll probably always suck in comparison to some.

Ohcrap. Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap.

Kait hadn't heard about Professor Arakawa. Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap.

Travis was sweet (and funny), Erasma was weird (and weird), blah blah blah but ohCRAPohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap.

Dear God,

Why do people refuse to take instructions and tactical advice from people who are being paid to give us instructions and tactical advice?

I hope an answer to this question will make my head stop hurting from the sheer stupid.

Nice job with the platypus,
-B

( Added later... )

Whattaya know, he answered! Kind of. Technically, Professor Griffin answered, and it was because I asked rather than any kind of divine intervention, but still. G's off the hook on fielding this one, he's probably busy anyways.

She said it's because people don't want to learn. The want to act, but not be taught, and Defense is one of those classes that anybody who wants to be a hero takes. And she agreed with me when I said twelve year olds shouldn't be trying to learn how to distract Dark Wizards so their friends can get away.

I wish Theobald had been there to hear it. She probably would have argued with the Professor. That would have been something to see.

Still kind of creeped out by having professors agree with me and telling me I'm right, though.. but Professor Griffin said I'm not allowed to say I'm bad at duelling (or even that I'm not good at it "yet") anymore 'cos it'll hold me back, so yay, normalcy! Kind of!

I need to write home. Crap.

I earned points in Defense. Defense Against the Dark Arts. I suck at Defense Against the Dark Arts! I mean, I thought I did.

Did I wake up in Bizarro Hogwarts or something? Seriously? What the heck?

PS. If half the class doesn't wind up expelled before Christmas, it'll be a miracle the likes of which have not been seen in.. uhh.. well, it'll be a miracle, anyway, is my point.