Post by Aleksei Trevelyan on Jun 9, 2007 23:00:19 GMT -5
It's blue and green and looks like someone spent a lot of time decorating it.
Hi, journal! Wow, it's been a while since I wrote in you. I never can keep up a journal for long.
Mkay. Life? Not so much. Kinda weird, really. Been having...flashbacks? Flash-forwards? Don't think they're bothered by such things as time, though. Flashes-sideways, I think, or diagonal. Probably the best way I can express it in a language that has few terms for non-three-dimensional directions.
Seems like I know people, too. Or they know me. Potions Prof. is v. nice, likes explosions in a way that seems somehow familiar (does she remind me of me?). DADA Prof. is...I don't know what I think about him, he's kind of mean to everyone except me, which is weird. I think he's worried I'll hurt myself again.
Oh! Did I tell you? (Of course not, I just decided to write in you today.) I fell down some stairs the other day! Haha, klutzy me. Right smack bam on top of Profs. Zhukov and Trevelyan, actually. (Is that weird?) Gave 'em quite a fright, or so I heard.
My...my brain's been feeling weird ever since then, the nurses say I didn't hurt it, but there's...there's an openness there that I don't ever remember having before, and if I'm only brave enough to go and look into it I could find out...everything. They gave me pills to take that bring back the closedness, but if I don't take them I get headaches and sometimes there's a fragment of something, I don't know if it's memory or what, lurking around in there. Just flashes, colors, a smell, a few words. If I'm lucky it's a few seconds of recall. Maybe it is a concussion, and they're wrong.
Dreams are weird too. Don't like sleeping anymore.
Why did Karia, Selena, and Arden look so surprised to see me?Like they'd seen a ghost or somethi I'm pretty sure I'm still alive.
Time to go to bed. Good night, journal!
Hi, journal! Wow, it's been a while since I wrote in you. I never can keep up a journal for long.
Mkay. Life? Not so much. Kinda weird, really. Been having...flashbacks? Flash-forwards? Don't think they're bothered by such things as time, though. Flashes-sideways, I think, or diagonal. Probably the best way I can express it in a language that has few terms for non-three-dimensional directions.
Seems like I know people, too. Or they know me. Potions Prof. is v. nice, likes explosions in a way that seems somehow familiar (does she remind me of me?). DADA Prof. is...I don't know what I think about him, he's kind of mean to everyone except me, which is weird. I think he's worried I'll hurt myself again.
Oh! Did I tell you? (Of course not, I just decided to write in you today.) I fell down some stairs the other day! Haha, klutzy me. Right smack bam on top of Profs. Zhukov and Trevelyan, actually. (Is that weird?) Gave 'em quite a fright, or so I heard.
My...my brain's been feeling weird ever since then, the nurses say I didn't hurt it, but there's...there's an openness there that I don't ever remember having before, and if I'm only brave enough to go and look into it I could find out...everything. They gave me pills to take that bring back the closedness, but if I don't take them I get headaches and sometimes there's a fragment of something, I don't know if it's memory or what, lurking around in there. Just flashes, colors, a smell, a few words. If I'm lucky it's a few seconds of recall. Maybe it is a concussion, and they're wrong.
Dreams are weird too. Don't like sleeping anymore.
Why did Karia, Selena, and Arden look so surprised to see me?
Time to go to bed. Good night, journal!
