Carpe Diem Network

Type: Journal Post
When: July 24th @ 6:50am

Up soooo early! Ugh, but... that means more time in the pool!

Anyway, I just found out that I'm going to be a Prefect this year. It's kind of exciting, but also a huge responsibility. If they think I'm qualified to be a Prefect why can't I practice my magic at home, in the privacy of my own house? 620 more days.

I need more practice for Quidditch tryouts this year. I really want to make the team. I'll never be a professional or anything, but I really do LOVE the sport and want to play it before I can't. If you know what I mean.

"The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately." -William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

What does love and eating honey have to do with one another? I understand about eating and loving in moderation, which is a sound lesson. However, when is being in love ever truly done in moderation? I honestly don't know the answer to this. In all the relationships I have to judge by, it seems that love is all consuming on some level and would be soul crushing if lost. I've seen the soul crushing, it's not appealing... yet honey on toast with a little peanut butter and banana is delicious. Such a predicament.

Type: Journal post
When: July 24th, 10am

So I know all of you have been waiting with baited breath to see what I would get as a pet. Well you don't have to wait any longer! Here he is!



Meet Batman! I fell in love the moment I saw him and I knew I had to have him. I think dad is a little impressed that I went with a dog and not say a cat or toad.

I got a copy of the rules and guide for school and there is nothing in there that says I can't have a dog. I guess it is just uncommon because they can be a lot of work but I'm up for the challenge!

Type: Journal Post
When: Around 11:30, 7/24

Mostly because I think I'd rather not deal with this stupid thing trying to rip up my clothes or bite me or whatever it decides to do, I've picked it up. This journal is moronic, by the by. Who gives the slightest fuck, in all honesty, what I am thinking or feeling? I guess our opinions on it don't matter much though. At least there's alcohol here, and a lot of it. Means that I can drink and fuck around with this thing for a while and keep it from annoying me for a few days.

[OOC note: as time passes, musical notation starts to appear on the page - it's the notes one would play if one wished to play Vivaldi's L'inverno, though by the end it is quite messy, as Jax gets more and more drunk as he scribbles]