It has come to my attention that History of Magic is oh-so-very boring, and therefore I am not paying it any more attention. Is that awful of me? Perhaps it is, but I don't care. There are much better things to occupy my time with then goblin rebellions or spell inventions or anything else that class can teach me.

Or perhaps I am just awful at history because I can hardly remember what happened to me yesterday, let alone four hundred years ago. Well, not what happened to me four hundred years ago, but what happened four hundred years ago. And the entire century. And not just this day in time, four hundred years ago. I mean a rough approximation of four hundred ye--well. I suppose you get the picture.

I want lovely weather. I think an outside picnic would be lovely. Also, excellent Quidditch weather is in order. Or perhaps not, because Slytherin is playing soon and they're already in last place, where they should stay. I am so pleased we won.

Sometimes, I think I shall either cut off all my hair or change its color.