The Diary of Blaise Zabini (Girl Wonder)

Day: September 17, 1993--Page Number: 15

Dear Diary,

I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves everybody's nerves! Oh I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and this is how it goes!

Mini McGonagall (whom from now I refer to as OPB or Old Prudish Biotch) has forbidden the singing of that little slice of cleverness, FOREVER!

You see, the other day I was on my way down to the kitchen fro some bon-bons when Peeves comes flying up yelling at the top of his lungs "STUDENT OUT OF BED O0O0O0O-FLINCY WINCHY'S GONNA BE SOOO MAD! "

And I chucked one of my army boots at his head, kinda pointless since he's a ghost and all, but still fun. "Yo stupid!" I yelled in a New Yorker accent. He flew around teehehe. "If you don't tell Flinch that I'm out of bed and I'll teach you a song that'll drive everyone mad!"

He stared at me doing his annoying little cackle laugh so I started following him around singing "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves everybody's nerves! Oh I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and this is how it goes!" Over and over again. Wait....wait for it...over and over and over and over and over...catch my drift doggio?

My cousin Ralph taught me that a few years back at my baby brother and sister's first birthday party. I was bored stiff, so we went around singing it at the top of our lungs, driving everyone absolutely bonkers.

It was on of the few fun times I've ever had at a social function.

So Peeves let me off on my own merry way after driving him crazy and then he pursued to follow around OPB all day singing it as if it was the last wish of his truest friend.

Ahh...it's good to know some one else out there hates OPB as much as I do or more.

Love From,

Blaise Zabini (Girl Wonder)

Day, September 19, 1993--Page Number: 16

Dear Diary,

Fuck! Shit! Damn! Screw! Milf! Jackass! Asshole! Mother Fucker! Bitch! Bastard! WHORE! Cock!

I LOV---HATE MALFOY!

He's bloody brilliant.....excuse me...**slaps self** he's a mother fucking sodden turd! But well, I can't be at least a little grateful towards him...he gave me a Quill!!!!!! And not just any old run of the mill quill, a purple-and-orange-everlasting-ink-eagle-feather-quill!

Okay, okay here's what happened.

I was lazing about in the dusty corner of the common room muttering to myself per usual when Dra--the evil demon of doom and Pansy coming walking into the common room. Actually it was more like the common room door opens and Pansy walks in giggling hysterically and blushing while dragging in a harassed looking Drac-EVIL DEMON OF DOOM behind her.

She whispers something in his year he blushes and looks disgusted she runs out of the common room and up to the dormitories in hysterics. He sits down on a couch, (they all somehow magically clear whenever he decides he wants to sit on one) and he goes and tells everyone to screw off and they all kind of wither away to the sides.

Of course I don't move, as if I would for that hot piece of ass! Excuse me, I mean stupid mother fucking cock sucker!

So he comes up to me (I'm of course pointedly ignoring the sodden turd) and he goes, "So umm...Blaise, I know you're kind of mad about Professor Snape enchanting your quill to stab you when you write mean things."

"No shit dumb blonde." I said without looking up.

"And I know that he said if anyone lent you a Quill they'd get two months of detention with Flinch and all but I'd figure I'd let you have this any way."

I looked up at him in awe....was Draco--dammit I just can't find it in my heart to call him the evil demon of doom anymore. So from now on I call him the Slightly Less Evil Demon of Doom.

As I was saying...

I looked up at him in awe...that slightly less evil demon of doom was going to lend me one of his precious quills? But when I saw the quill I nearly cried tears of joy. He had gone as far as too find a quill that matched my highlights.

It's a shame I hate him and all or I would be considering him a decent guy. And he certainly is easy on the eyes.

Well, I suppose I'll scoot on out of here....there's just so much to do, plotting, scheming and causing general mayhem, and so little time to do it in.

Love From,

Blaise Zabini: In a mindset of total and absolute confusion.

Day: September 21, 1993. Page Number: 18

Dear Diary,

Why is life so bloody confusing? I hate hormones...I really, really, REALLY do! Can I emphasize that fact more for any of you fricking people?

I can't stand this sortalike/sortahate/sortafancy relationship I have with Malfoy right now. I mean, hating him was sooo simple! His reputation thanks to the good old parental units had preceded him years before we even laid eyes on each other.

It was always Draco Malfoy this...Lucious (sp?) Malfoy that. Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy...a name I've known as well as my own so long that I've heard it spoken. What's so great about them anyway? I mean they seem like your run of the mill rich-inbred-pureblood families if you ask me.

So Mr. Malfoy was **cough** is a death eater. Big Whoop-de-do! What pureblood family hasn't produced at least one death eater, the Weasley clan excluded? So they've got a lot of money...so do the Zabinis! However we aren't British aristocracy, we're Italian/Greek aristocracy that happens to live in England.

But when Malfoy gave me that quill...and made sure that it matched my current hair coloring...well my stomach did a little leap. And now whenever I see him...I keep thinking how cute he is.

Bugger! I so just said cute. Why not sexy...shaggable? Alright...maybe for just once in my life I'm actually acting my age and having a normal crush.

But I don't want to fancy Malfoy! His personality is so rude and condescending....but then again look at me, I'm a hair away from psychopathic. I'm afraid of all these mixed emotion-y things that are going on inside me...I don't know how to deal with them.

Love From,

Blaise Zabini, who just realized that was the first semi-normal entry she's written in the whole month she's owned this journal thing.