September 3,
It's official; the ministry is full of dunderheads. They want us to fill out diaries so that we can "get in touch with our inner-selves." I'm very in touch with my inner-self. As opposed to Seamus who's very in touch with his "outer-self" if you know what I mean. Whoo-hoo. Okay, it wasn't that funny, but really, I can't believe they want us to do this. I might as well just pack up my bags and go to Muggle school. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous, I haven't had to do something this stupid since the doctor made me pee into a dixie cup. Ha-ha. Just kidding. But as I was saying, these diaries are completely ridiculous. Ludicrous, even. I'd like to see what Goyle is writing in his. We all know Goyle can't read or write. He's probably drawing pictures of his pet rock, which, coincidentally, looks a lot like him. Hermione tells me that I need to put my name on here. I have no idea why. I can remember my name just fine thank you, although I would like to know why Hermione is reading over my shoulder. You have to put your name on it Ron. Right, first of all, the only person who should be reading this is me, and I am quite certain that I remember my name. Second, who is Hermione to be telling me what to do? Just wait, she's going to come out with a comprehensive book on diary writing. I should push her off a cliff. Should, but won't. Instead I'll tell her to boil her head, and then she'll go cry on Harry's shoulder and Harry will come over here and tell me to apologize to her, and I'll feel bad because Harry has better things to do than fix spats between Hermione and I so I'll end up apologizing to both of them and Hermione will sniff and tell me that I should be sorry and Harry will roll his eyes at her and the two of us will go do something else and leave Hermione to sort through her issues.
I sometimes wonder why I even bother dating Hermione, all I ever do is screw things up and then Harry has to come through and clean up after me, and god knows he could do without that. Ah well, I better get going, time for me to apologize to Hermione. Not unless she gets that stupid cat off her lap. Ron
It's official; the ministry is full of dunderheads. They want us to fill out diaries so that we can "get in touch with our inner-selves." I'm very in touch with my inner-self. As opposed to Seamus who's very in touch with his "outer-self" if you know what I mean. Whoo-hoo. Okay, it wasn't that funny, but really, I can't believe they want us to do this. I might as well just pack up my bags and go to Muggle school. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous, I haven't had to do something this stupid since the doctor made me pee into a dixie cup. Ha-ha. Just kidding. But as I was saying, these diaries are completely ridiculous. Ludicrous, even. I'd like to see what Goyle is writing in his. We all know Goyle can't read or write. He's probably drawing pictures of his pet rock, which, coincidentally, looks a lot like him. Hermione tells me that I need to put my name on here. I have no idea why. I can remember my name just fine thank you, although I would like to know why Hermione is reading over my shoulder. You have to put your name on it Ron. Right, first of all, the only person who should be reading this is me, and I am quite certain that I remember my name. Second, who is Hermione to be telling me what to do? Just wait, she's going to come out with a comprehensive book on diary writing. I should push her off a cliff. Should, but won't. Instead I'll tell her to boil her head, and then she'll go cry on Harry's shoulder and Harry will come over here and tell me to apologize to her, and I'll feel bad because Harry has better things to do than fix spats between Hermione and I so I'll end up apologizing to both of them and Hermione will sniff and tell me that I should be sorry and Harry will roll his eyes at her and the two of us will go do something else and leave Hermione to sort through her issues.
I sometimes wonder why I even bother dating Hermione, all I ever do is screw things up and then Harry has to come through and clean up after me, and god knows he could do without that. Ah well, I better get going, time for me to apologize to Hermione. Not unless she gets that stupid cat off her lap. Ron