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[01 Jan 2010|06:05pm] You know what to do. blotch*memories*edit

[23 Feb 2006|04:02pm] If you've found this and are currently reading this one then 1) You're not supposed to be reading it to begin with. 2) You must be very sneaky and 3) Have some morals and put it down. I guess I could have written three pages of complete crap but I still have some faith in humanity and if you know what this is(It's a Diary for all those mentally handicapped)you would put it down where you found it unless, of course, you are unsensitive towards others feelings and you're feeling particularly nosy. Then, go on and read if it makes you happy. Chances are you won't be reading anything fascinating. I am only an eleven year old after all. Perhaps, too intelligent for my own good, but an eleven year old nonetheless. I've decided to give this muggle contraption a shot. This, thing that seems so odd yet so intriguing. Hmm, good thing I don't have any deep dark secrets to keep. Well, at least not yet. The Muggles have a lot of things that are tempting like their TV. Last summer my dearest Father(Honestly...)hired a muggle babysitter (honestly, again) who was only 16 (well, I'll be damned). This girl did nothing! Absolutely nothing but to tell me to shut up and watch Television with her. Yes, she liked to call it "the teli" whatever that means. The only good thing that came out of it was my sudden obsession with this american show called "The O.C." Catchy title, no? Indeed it is something that perhaps not a lot of eleven year olds are into right now but I must say that one of the guys is very cute. When I asked the silly babysitter what was his name she said Adam something. Last name was odd so I shall refer to him as Adam until I may find out more. Too bad Hogwarts doesn't carry boys like that. Oh, I amuse myself. I would write more but there is a girl in the corner of the common room giving me mean looks and the boy next to me keeps trying to read what I am writing. I think he is looking to be hexed. I'll just write more after midnight. Adios, Bucky. blotch*memories*edit

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