Carpe Diem Network

Type: Journal
When: 09/10, After Lunch

Hey Shortie! Short Stack! Chrissy! I'm a bird! I'm going to go and try to fly now. But you're not talking to me, so I guess that means you can't stop me! Ha!

Good one. Next time add sparkles.

Type: Journal
When: 09/09, After Dinner

The fucker> asshole goddamn fucking idjit that for Bad Romance stuck in my head is going to die if I ever find out who you are. Waling around playing that godawful music. Fucking hell, and worth the reprimand likely coming my way. Gaga of all the horrors.

I think I'm going to go listen to, like, Arch Enemy, Cradle of Filth, Rammstein or... just something vastly better.

What: Journal Entry
When: September 8th, evening

Alright Hogwarts, Michael Meru here. I figured that as Head boy, I should probably say hi and remind everyone that the new semester is a chance to be who you really want to be and succeed. It's a new year after all and a new start! The regular school rules apply as always. Curfew will be enforced by prefects and teachers. The forbidden forest is always forbidden. (Especially to all the magical creatures fans.) And if you see smoke coming from the eastern corridor on the third floor, please just ignore it. It will go away quickly.

Now for Ravenclaws! Quidditch tryouts are this Friday. Remember, we're going to win this season and best of all, we're going to beat Gryffindor. So let's get some fresh blood out there and eager to play, right?

Also, I just want to remind people that should they wish to find me for my birthday tomorrow. I will not be in the lab. I know how much that pissed everyone off last year.

Type: Journal Entry
When: Sept 3, mid-morning

I am so happy to be back! School is going fantastic, of course. I'm looking forward to everything starting up again. Oh! And I'm settling into my prefect duties, too. It's weird, having the POWERRRR, but totally cool too!

Oh! And Wan is a Hufflepuff! It makes me wanna dance!

Type : Journal
When : September 3, 3pm

I look forward to potions class tomorrow. I missed it.

Type: Journal Post
When: August 29, Noon

2 more days. Is it normal to be scared? I was not before last night. But now I am. I do not understand this fear. I do not know why I feel so nurvus. I was xsited before. I still am. Some. But now the fear is there and I do not like it.

What: Journal post
When: August 28th, 3am

Well, since people are posting pictures of their pets, I felt that it was important that I get in on the fun. Unfortunately I don't have a pet. I do have an angel, though.



Look at this holy creature. Gaze upon his glory.



Truly, we are blessed to have him walking amongst our kind.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go run for my life.

Type: Journal Post
When: August 25, 2015; 12:22pm

I wish I could bring my Nerf guns to school. So much would be made better in that place with a well aimed dart. A specially spelled dart that is charmed for certain things. Like one that would hit in the middle of the forehead and sprout into a horn. Or not come off.

Or one that would leave a phrase on your head. I like that better. Just shoot someone and leave them with their label. I like that. Label this school my way. Fuck it all. Shoot everyone. No one is exempt from my labeling darts.

Fuck. I am. Bored.

Lets play Russian roulette with a Nerf gun.

Type: Journal Post
When: 8/24/2015, in the evening

So crazy weekend yeah? Is everyone safe and sound? Christine, are you alright?

[Private to Peter]

Soooo I might have a question for you.


[Private to Misha]

If I ask you something, will you promise not to laugh at me?

[Private to Nari]

So fashion advice?

What: Journal post
When: Sunday, August 23rd, afternoon

Okay, I've heard from some of you but everyone who's safe please sound off. If you know of someone who is safe but can't respond feel free to respond for them. Please and thank you.

Type: Journal
When: Sunday, August 23rd @ 7am

I hope everyone is safe and uninjured. Considering I died for two minutes back when I was eight years old, I can honestly say last night was the most terrifying night of my life. I don't remember a whole lot. I only remember seeing people run. I heard some screaming. When I turned to run, everything goes black. My head is killing me and my arm still has a lingering ache. I've got a few cuts and bruises, but I'm alive... My parents are alive.

Meru, Rini, Misha... Are you guys okay? Your parents and littler siblings?

Wan, are you okay? Everyone okay?

Type: Journal Post
When: August 22, 10pm

The partys have started. It is loud. Not used to this many people. Christine looks like she is having fun.

I like how she smiles.

Type: Journal Post
When: 8/20/2015, afternoon

So it seems that my journal has managed to escape the cage I placed it in. People werent lying when they said that it became sentient if not used. I wonder if I can use that for my kettle

Either way, it looks like it's almost time for the cup. Everyone ready to watch France kick everyone's ass?

Type: Journal Post
When: 8/19/2015, noon

I don't think people should go out this weekend. There are dark signs on the wind.

Type: Journal Post
When: 8/19/2015, in the evening

I can't sleep. I've been up all night, and I just can't sleep. I keep getting dragged back out of bed, by what? I don't know. At times it's too hot, other times I'm just not comfortable enough, and other times my eyes just won't close.

So what have I done to counteract this? Absolutely nothing. I'm working. I'm grading, and when that becomes too much, I'm reading. It's a pain.

Still, could be worse, I could be sleeping soundly, warmly, and comfortable in my bed with a happy smile on my -- oh wait, that's better, not worse, isn't it? Well back to the drawing board.

Type: Journal post
When: August 17th, Afternoon

Well I've been home from the hospital for a couple of days now. Only an assistant professor came to see me so I feel so much love. Back to my normal self. And I would like to point out again that the explosion was not Meru's doing. It was mine.

How are you doing Meru? Was there much damage to the lab? How much will it be to fix it?

Quidditch World Cup is this weekend. I want to go but my dad is on the fence on whether I get to go or not. It is like he expects me to blow myself up again. I can't even use magic and it's a quidditch match. There shouldn't be a reason that I blow up.

I got Batman back from Derek his caretaker. Pretty sure he is going through withdrawals of some sort.

Type: Journal Post
When: Monday, August 17th @ 4:15

I HAVE PUPPIES!!! I never thought I'd be so happy and excited about it, but I am.
( Day and Night, since I don't know to pronounce their proper names yet! )

Type: Owl Post;
When: Monday, August 17, 4pm

( Owl to Christine )

Type : Journal
When : August 14, 11:45 pm

Things I hate more than my parents :

Oh wait. Nothing.

Type: Journal
When: Wednesday, August 12th @ 11pm

I've decided to conduct an experiment. In order to proceed, I'm going to need a volunteer.

In order to distinguish and understand the benefits and downfalls of a relationship, I think I should do two things.

1. Speak with people who have been in various types of relationships and can clearly analyze them to form a stronger hypothesis.
2. Find a willing volunteer to date me so that I can have inside knowledge on one of the relationships I know nothing about first hand.

Ultimately I want to be able to accurately categorize the benefits and disadvantages to relationships.

Any willing participants?

Type: Journal
When: Wednesday, August 12th around 2pm

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966

My more dominant left brain, that likes things to add up and subtract to a definite answer, does not like this quote because of the simple math. Yet, my right brain can see the beauty and sadness in the message of it. It's almost heart-breaking and I'm not usually one for such sentiment. Having watched a loved one go through both parts of the equations, it's not fun even from the outside looking in.

{Private}

My head doesn't want to ever be or fall in love. And yet my heart, proverbial heart since the real heart can't have feelings, flutters a little every time I'm around him. Only he doesn't notice and that's fine. To him, he's got more important things to do and I know that I do too, but still... it's there.

It's certainly not a fun situation to be in, but I'm doing my best.

{/Private}

Type: Journal
When: August 11th, 5PM

Stiles, because I know you will come knock my door down if I don't tell you something about him: your dog made a friend.



Please note how he looks healthy and well-fed and is not on fire or otherwise injured.

Type: Journal
When: August 11th, 11PM
NOTE: Italics are written in French!

( Cut for French rambling, cw: overdose mention )

Stuck at home again. Got bored, drew a thing.

( Cut for art )

Type : Journal
When: 12:30 am, August 10

So, for my OWL scores I was allowed to get a pet from the shop. I found the most awesome kneazle, so she will be coming to school with me. I also found a snake in my yard, and he will be around too I think.

( cut for pictures )

Type: Journal Post
When: Tuesday, August 4th @ 11am

So I'm curious... Curious by nature, which is why I was likely sorted Ravenclaw. I like to learn and gather information.

Scientists and doctors say that people who have lost one of their senses, have heightened senses of the remaining ones. I would assume that the same goes for people born without one of their senses. How does one judge that? Obviously through experimentation and analysis, which is a given, but how does the test subject know that things are heightened? Maybe their mind is just making them think it is, so would that be considered a true testament?

I wonder... does it apply to all aspects of life? Do clothes suddenly feel better? Do perfumes suddenly smell better or more fragrant? Or is it a slow process? Does it need to be taught to someone without one of their senses. Does it make things of the physical nature better too? Like kissing and sex, not that I know about either of those one way or another, nor do am I in a rush to. I just wonder... if it affects hearing and smells and tastes, does it really affect touch?

"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Type: Journal Entry
When: August 3, 1:00pm

As we draw nearer to the semester starting. I would like to offer those interested in a spot on the Ravenclaw team a change to talk to me about it. It would be good to hear from others. Initiative will be in your favor Like Bella.

I would also like to reassure people that the explosion the other day was only a minor one and that I am doing fine so there is no need to worry. Should you have any comments or questions though, I'm happy answer.

Type: Journal Entry
When: July 31, around noon.

I am very much enjoying summer this year, more than normal. Having time to read and study what I want to learn- well, I suppose need to learn is more suitable- is great. School is wonderful and all but really there is a lot that I can't get there with what I intend to do with my life. Making wands is what Ollivanders do, what we've always done, and so while it's great to learn about magical creatures, I don't know that I need it outside of learning magical properties. Not that the animals are anything less than fascinating, honestly, and I think that might be among my favourite classes. Uncle is letting me work in the back this year, so I am able to create finally instead of just reciting back the qualities of the various wand woods and cores.

Type: Journal Post
When: Wednesday, July 29th @ 8pm

I have TWO. I repeat TWO packages of Oreos. I think my parents are trying to put me into a diabetic coma. They know I have no self control when it comes to Oreos.

I must share. Marina? Misha? Meru?

Type: Journal post
When: July 29, 2015, 11:00 AM

With every passing day of summer, we draw closer to another school year. I feel that it's important then to embrace the warm weather and freedom that we have for now by celebrating. So after gathering my father's acceptance, I have decided to have a pool party next weekend.
As much as I dislike some of you, the party will be open to all. I hope to see everyone there!

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, Public
When: July 23, 2pm

Sooooo.... some of you may have already heard, but it looks like I'm going to be coming back to school in the Fall. As a teacher! I know, right?!

I'll be TAing DADA and teaching Flying, so you better suck up to me now before it's too late. That means you, Michael.