I’ve been thinking about this. A lot. And. Well. You know, a baby, a baby is such a big and wonderful thing, it’s a whole other life created from- well. Me I suppose. But not just me, you as well- how amazing would it be to have a tiny person who has your hair, my nose … your wit, my … wanking capability?
Sure we’re young, we’re barely of age- yet, the more I think about it the more I wonder if a baby is such a bad thing! By the time you’d have it we’d have left school anyway… we could get a little house- or- or move in with my mum. She’d love to help with them. I could get a job, or … you could? I wouldn’t mind being a stay at home daddy. I’d be a daddy! You’d be a mummy! You’d wear aprons and say things like ‘DON’T MAKE ME GET THE WOODEN SPOON’ and we’d fall out over whether or not the kid should eat pudding even though it’s set fire to the bathroom rug earlier that day.
We’d have this whole other chapter to our lives, something, which would keep us permanently together … and not just that, we’d be alive in this new person! They’d be us! Rolled into one! Like a gurgling, farting, grubby pastry!
I just- I guess I’m saying that I’d love to be a Daddy, us! Together! A parental team! We could be AMAZING… we could be-
I'M KINDA DRUNK.
You have been warned!
I’m not scared of you!!
Never guess who's birthday we missed.
DOREA BLACK-POTTER: 1
WALBURGA NIGELLUS-BLACK: 0
I LOVE MY MUM.
I’m at home at the minute, living up the sweet life of summer but doing absolutely nothing. I tried sunbathing but you know, that’s hard to do when there’s no sun and torrential rain.
My mum is… here … I can tell she’s reading this over my shoulder even though she says she respects my privacy- MUM. MUM I CAN SEE YOU READING THIS. DON’T WALK AWAY.
Mum say hi.
Just write on the page … right there.. NO THAT’S ANOTHER ENTRY.
MY MUM LADY AND GENTLEMEN.
But she give me a step plan timetable thing which is great if I wasn’t conditionally dyslexic. She says that every time I think about burning things I should project that energy into something else. I suggested I should ask Padfoot for help. She suggested I stop seeing Mr. Black as he’d drive anyone to homicide. I suggested she stop wearing tartan because is makes her back end look rather wide. She suggested I set fire to myself etc, etc.
Speaking of Mr. Black, Sirius, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t try and start a fight with Evans at every possibly turn, it’s not exactly pleasant having my friends fight with each other and under normal circumstances I’d deck both of you in the face but a) I don’t hit girls b) I don’t hit family and c) I already hit Nott today and holy fucking shit my hand hurts.
I BURNED DOWN OUR ROOM. I'M FUCKING SORRY BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO. EVANS AND I HADN'T FOUGHT IN LIKE TWO WEEKS AND THE WHOLE BASIS OF MY LIFE JUST LIKE COLLAPSED.
WHEN I GET DISTRESSED I BURN THINGS.
I BURN THINGS AND I HAVE ASTHMA ATTACKS.
WHATEVER. I COULD DO WORSE.
Padfoot and I have been lifting him when he's in his pajamas or lesser states of undress and setting him in the middle of the Great Hall and running away.
I'm aiming for outside Hufflepuff Common Room next (you know what they say about Hufflepuffs) but he flails so bloody much. Honestly, Moony.
Gotta run, DT with McGoogles cause I set fire to a like 400 year old tapestry. It was an accident! I was aiming for Snape!
Anyway. Went home for Easter, was a lot of fun. Mum says hullo to everyone ... Sirius, Peter ... Evans, Remus. Especially Remus. She even brought you chocolate back from Belgium even though she got me nothing. Sadly I ate it, that's what you get for making my mum love you more than me.
I mean, that lass can bounce. I don't even care she has her shoes on, it's a lot of fucking fun.
Sirius has given up masterbating for lent. But I have been hearing noises coming from behind his drawn curtains at night. I am suspicious, and when James Potter is suspicious he gets hungry, and you don't like me when I'm hungry because I have to eat things ... and that is ... yeah.
For Lent I have given up girls.
Sorry ladies, but this fine piece of ass is now off the market. You've only brought me pain and alcoholism. This must mean I'm gay.
I am so gay and I am off to do gay things. Well ... more gayish things. I'm already pretty gay in my behaviour anyway.
Remus is having his time of the month. So I am hiding in a secret location until he either a) eats chocolate b) has rather rough sexual intercourse.
Valentine's day is coming up.
WHAT?! I ... I LOST THIS THING FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES ... I - .. WHAT?!
WHAT THE FUCK. GET OFF THESE FUCKING JOURNALS OR I'LL! I'LL!
HOLY SHIT THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO.
It should be illegal to be this bored.
I think I might grow an afro. Peter. I've always said you'd look good with an afro. You always ignore me. So I've taken it upon myself to grow one. PERHAPS with sideburns. Or a beard. I could so take Dumbledore and that excuse of facial hair.
By the way. Padfoot? When do you want me to plait your hair? I'm a very skilled plaiter. Don't waste my time, girlfriend.
MMMONNNY I MEAN AN ARSE OF MYSELF AGAEN AND I SENT THE PICTURE AND HEIT'SSOD BAD AND OH AHAHAHAH IT'S AWJDFKJ SJ
OH I'M NOT DRUNK REALJYY IM NOT. BIT I'M HIDING WITH A BOTTLE OF ALCOHOLM AND MY OWN EMBARARASSMENT.
ediited: EVANS.JUTS. GO AWAY.
SLYTHERINS AKA SNAPPLES NOT ALLOWED WITHIN THREE MILES OR THEY WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT.
GET ME OFF THIS. I'M PUREBLOOD. WE FLOAT ARSE UP.
OH GOD, LILY. Lily.