Hm, I'm tired. We just got to the states earlier, and we shopped. 
Went swimming and did laps and dives for 30 minutes straight. My arms are killing me, and I can barely keep my eyes open. If you didn't notice already, I want to lose weight. 
Okay. I'm like, dying now. I'm gonna sleep. 
Goodnight followers (= Miguel) :D

Sorting Hat

To be honest, I really don't know where I would belong. 
I'm not brave enough to be a Gryffindor
I'm not cunning enough to be a Slytherin
I'm not smart enough to be a Ravenclaw
I'm not kind enough to be a Hufflepuff


Don't really know why the ravenclaw part is highlighted though, I do't know how to change it back...


I don't know where I belong. 


- update - 
I just did a super thorough sorting hat quiz, && Apparantly. I'm a Slytherin. 
That's awesome, I'm not disturbed by it. I hate how they always portrayed all slytherins to be mean & manipulative. I'm nothing like that at all. Apparently, I'm ambitious and cunning. Sweet.

Hahah. 69. Laugh it up, It's awesome how I'm kind of Slytherin/Gryffindor  
Click on the picture. :D 

Awkward turtle

Hm, I hate when you meet new people and you can't hold an conversation up. It's super hard because you don't know what to talk about, so it ends up with an awkward silence, and you keep wondering about what you could've said that would've interested them. 


It's weird though when I *like* someone, It's so easy to talk to them about things. I'm strange, I know. People are usually like 
"I can't talk to my crush!" and I'm there like ; "I can't talk to normal people" 


I don't know, It's like .. my will keeps me keeping the conversation up... I wish I could do that with other people... I really really need to work on my people skills && not be such an awkward turtle** 
I don't know, I really should work on my skills though, I want to be a lawyer one day, but a musician is equally as good. 

** credits to Miguel for that term

Guitar.

Guitar. Man, I haven't played it in a while. I really need to get back though. I want to learn "Back to December" and "Gives you Hell" and so on.

I really really want to learn Tears in Heaven and More than words on it. Too bad my fingers are too short and chubby to bar it. -___-  I'll keep on trying though, I'm not going down without a fight. :)

Hm, I wish I had more to say... but I don't. Trains coming to a stop. I've charmed my bag to float behind me. It'll get through the passage easier.

September 1st

On my way home.
This year, I had no trouble getting onto the platform. I felt bad for the few muggles that were taking pictures there though.
Hogwarts is my home. It forever will be, even after i've graduated. Today was really crowded with all the first years. Whoop didee do, Magical school! Spend your next 7 years here. I love it here at Hogwarts, but I mean with all the 1st years here, it's quite unnerving. I guess this just comes when you get older.


Anyways, the 1st years are being extremely loud and me and my friend were planning to cast a spell over their compartment. Quite smart, actually. I was going to, until I saw the prefects and head boys and girls patrolling the corridors. I can't wait till we get to Hogwarts. I'm running out of Bertie Botts. Surprisingly, i've haven't come across any unusual flavour. Although, Teddy came along a bogey flavoured one... Lysander said he could feel the presence of the Nargles. I swear, he takes after his mother. I like Aunt Luna though, she's really cool.


I think I'm going to go explore the train a bit more and change into my robes. I'll type more later. Hogwarts has become a Wifi hotspot! Of course, We're not allowed social networking to not let the muggles catch on... But, of course Victoire and Dean Thomas's kid got past the barrier on it. I think I'll ask them to hack mine too... Along with that, I brought my guitar and uke. Gotta keep practicing. I'd miss it too much If i hadn't brought them.  Anyways, I think i'm gonna go see what happened Seamus's kid, and change into my robes... I'll update later on my laptop :)
Till later, :)

Bulding bridges - Fanfic

I’m scared of bridges. I’ve never crossed this one, and I never thought I would. I hate how rickety they are, I hate how with each step you can see the bottom. I hate how they sway when huge gust of wind carresses the sides. Most of all, I hate how I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from jumping off, soaring through the air for a moment then meeting my tragic fate at the bottom

I leaned on the side of the bridge I looked down and the bottom was concealed by thick clouds, They looked thick enough to support a person. . Weird  how you couldn’t see the bottom, Is that possible? The sky was a gloomy grey, No sun in sight. No people in sight either… They had all gone to Hogmeade, No voices or laughter rang through the air. I was alone.  I had walked down the bridge and stopped, dead center (perfect for what I was going to do).

How could he have done this to me? Did he not like me anymore? What happened to the “forever” we promised? We were meant to be… Why can’t he see? Why did Harry do this to me…? It hurt, it really did. My soul mate, ripped away from me by a stupid war. My future destroyed, smashed into pieces & no one is there to help me pick it back up. My heart broke, like a porcelain doll that met its sad fate on the concrete. There won’t be a “Ginny Potter” and there won’t be children. There won’t be smiles, and there won’t be playful laughter. If there is… they won’t have his last name…

Tears streamed down my face like the blood that pounded through my veins. It wouldn’t stop. I sobbed quietly to myself, as I covered my face with my palms. My usual scarlet hair was a dull red today, Robbed of personality and happiness. Exactly how I felt. I felt hollow, I know I shouldn’t care so much about  boy who hurt me, but I couldn’t help it. It hurt, It really did. I wanted to cry my heart out (it’s what I was intending to do) I wanted to scream (but my voice was heavy with tears) I wanted to hit him (but I couldn’t do that). I felt weak. Never before in my life, had I felt weak. I was brought up with 6 brothers! I’m supposed to be strong…

No one would stop me, It’d be perfect. No one would know how I tossed my body over the edge. No one would know how much I wanted to this. No one would know how good it felt to finally be free.. No one would find my body. Exactly how I want it to be.

I sighed through the tears, and took a numbing potion so it wouldn’t hurt when I hit the bottom. Maybe there is no bottom, maybe I’ll keep falling, expecting my death but dying slowly in the air. Maybe I’ll get kissed by a dementor before I reached the ground. What’s dying like? Is it excrutiatingly painful? Or is it like sleeping…? Is it just like blinking or your soul being teared away from your body? I’m going to find out soon…

I went and climbed up onto the rail, with much frustration due to the potion. I spread my arms wide open,  ready to accept death and my knees started buckling. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash, and the sound of thundering feet. I turned to see Neville Longbottom running straight at me, leaving his crushed plants behind. I tried to hurry, I tried jumping, but the damn potion wouldn’t work. I felt myself slowly tip forward, but whatever I did seemed like it was done in slow motion. He was running at full speed now, tears pouring down his face.

“GINNY! GINNY, PLEASE! DON’T DO IT!” He yelled in a hurry.

I tried to jump, I want to embrace death with open arms. I tried to soar, I tried to release my soul as the tears poured down my face. One more inch… so much closer… I looked down, to watch my feet clumsily step over. Almost airborne, I felt a warm hand pull me back. I looked behind and I saw Neville with a look of determination printed on his face.

“Gin, Don’t do this… Please… come down”  he said, tears streaming down his face.

My body gave in, (damn that potion) I fell into him and we both landed on the ground. 

Did I mention?

I'm against drinking. I'm against getting drunk. I'm against drugs. I'm against getting high. I'm against drinking and driving. I'm against underage drinking. 


Why do we do that now? We have the rest of our lives to do that. Why waste the teenage years drunk? they're the 18 years you can never bring back. Why is everyone so determined to grow up fast?...