My Jedi Journal
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Dear Diary...
So I promised an explanation of why I ripped that page out of you and crumpled it up and threw it away.
Well, it relates directly to that owl I got from Alanna. She said she'd been to Paris and found the PERFECT dress for me. Then she went on to describe it and it sounded so beautiful and just perfect for me... and then she said it was pink.
PINK!
PINK!!!
I don't DO pink! I look really really BAD in pink. I mean I look like something in the last stages of spattergroit. Well, maybe not that bad, but really pink and me don't get along. Why should I care? After all it is her wedding, right? Well, her and Dad's. And shouldn't I just be all 'get along with everything' so I don't spoil their happiness sort of thing?
I don't think so! Well, at the time I didn't think so and ripped out the page. The idea of me seeing Fred, wearing a totally stunning shocking pink dress is just so wrong. I almost wanted to send an owl back right away and tell her to go ahead and have the wedding without me. That I had to study for Term Exams. That I'd come down with something real contagious. SOMETHING!
So I had an overreaction to the owl and ripped out the page and stuffed it into that pair of old smelly grudly socks.
Then of course the next day I got an owl from Alanna, explaining that she was JUST JOKING me. Of course she wouldn't want to make me wear pink, that the dress is a wonderful shade of blues and purples and would make my hair look totally smashing. She just thought that sending me an owl with all that information was very very funny and thought that I'd think it was funny too.
I was all embarrassed. Really embarrassed — I'm SO glad that I didn't send her an owl saying to have the wedding without me. And all the other things I thought of to say, which wouldn't be true of course but gee, when you're being ticked off at someone, you can say a lot of things that you don't REALLY mean....
And then I just didn't want to write much in here, in case posterity ever sees this, to see what an idiot I can be. But I guess it doesn't matter.
And I'm laughing because guess who showed up at the wedding? Besides Fred, of course. OH the wedding was great, but that is for an entire entry all to itself later on. Anyway, GUESS who SHOWED UP? Not just people from Alanna's team (Holyhead Harpies) but also from the Quiberon Quafflepunchers! And she had been telling them about how well I'm doing playing Quidditch (maybe exaggerrating ... exagerrating ... not telling the exact truth of how good I am) and the Captain came over and talked with me about maybe coming over to France and trying out for the team when I graduate!
Maybe I won't continue through all 7 years too. Because the Captain also asked if I wanted to spend my summer vacation over there, being a go-fer for the team. When I talked with Dad about it, he seemed to think that if they offered me a position on their reserve team that he would consider saying okay to me doing it — — if I pass my OWLs (*CROSSING FINGERS I PASS THEM*) with acceptable (to him) scores.
Guess what colour Quidditch robes they wear?
SHOCKING PINK....