Post by Erin Hoffman on May 14, 2011 15:42:46 GMT -5
hello journal! let me introduce you to the one and only, fabulous, moi!
i'm erin, i'd give you a nickname to call me, but my name is so bleeding short it's hard to really come up with one. whatever you choose is fine, as long as you aren't intending to be particularly snarky...who am i kidding? snark away! im rubber, you're glue and all that jazz.
so you want to know about me? can't say i'm suprised. oh, don't gawk. most people want to know about me. i stick out like a sore thumb, as you can see. i'm absolutely breath-taking, minus the fact that i've eaten one too many pastries. i'm joking! don't be so serious, you. what's life without a bit of light humor, heavy humor, majorly heavy humor? you live once, right? what? you're staring... hey, i don't care that i'm a bit overweight, it adds to my character. if it bothers you, then don't look.
there really isn't much else to say. da's a pureblood, just like my aunt and grandparents. mum's a muggleborn and my brother and i are half. da' comes from a long line of ravenclaws, mum is a hufflepuff alumni. my brother, robert hoffman iii follows in the proud line of ravenclaws, me...i like to be different. follow in mum's footsteps, you know?
been in school for five years now. robbie, my brother, he's in his final year right now. yeah, he and i are off and on. nothing he does gets passed me, while..well, let's just say i'm slightly sneakier than he could ever hope to be /sarcasm. he's another serious type, really. stuck in his books, never accepting that his amazingly great grades can't get any greater. if you believe in the house stereotypes, and i mean those nasty ones that are out there to make you feel ashamed of the house you're put in, robbie is a ravenclaw through and through.
i like to talk. a lot. that's just who i am. especially when i meet someone new. i'm not shy, not by any means. i love interacting with different people, experiencing different things, eating different foods...what? you don't have to be a half-broken twig to be beautiful. confidence crushes beauty. i like to eat. don't you? food is like laughter, good for the soul.
that reminds me, have you ever tried german chocolate? it's my weakness. mum bought me some the night before i left for my first year of school. i had never had anything like it. it's become a tradition in my house to have a slice of german chocolate cake every year, the day before robbie and i depart on the hogwarts express.
i may not be ravenclaw smart, but i'm not a silly girl either. i maintain decent grades, but there is a life outside of school you know. even if you are in a magical boarding school. boys to check out, gossip to be hears and told, new trends to keep up with. living the life of a teenager is hard when you think about balancing all of that. still, i wouldn't change anything, i have a wonderful family, great friends, all of which i would die for if it came down to it.
there is so much more to say, but i fear my wrist is going a bit numb and i couldn't help glancing over head to the clock. class will be starting in fifteen minutes and i still haven't finished my essay for herbology. did i mention i almost failed herbology last year? it was a disaster...
shoot! i really should stop writing now. mums brilliant idea of having me keep a journal was obviously a bit dim. she should know i have a one track mind. i'm going to close this book now, and crack on that essay before i begin to fail again. pray for me, little journal thing. hopefully five minutes is enough time to scratch up a decent paper.