[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in
|Saturday, May 3rd, 2003|
|Saturday, April 26th, 2003|
I am exausted. I will certainly have no trouble falling asleep tonight. But, beforehand, I think I may go outside for a bit of a walk. I may even pay a visit to Hagrid, or say hello to some students. I have been shutting myself in the tower for too long.
Current Mood: tired
|Wednesday, April 23rd, 2003|
I know now that I have reached a new level of 'lazy.' Or to put it in more proper terms, I have been a bit flakey on the appearance of my hair lately; I have not tied it up/back once this week. It keeps flying around whenever I move the tiniest bit. Goodness, I do hope I've been able to cover up my lack of energy during class; I use concealer to cover the darkness under my eyes. It is so annoying!
If only I could figure out those lines; that riddle. I must find the answer.
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Current Mood: distressed
|Sunday, April 13th, 2003|
My appearance, I am sure, has been quite drab recently. I am always tired and somewhat preoccupied. I am mose certain that a few of my students have noticed, and perhaps I shall speak with the few whom I sure noticed, to assure them that I am alright.
Other than that, there has not been anything new. I am still teaching, still giving minimum amounts (to no) homework. I do not think I shall even assign a real final at all. I do not have the time and I can only ask that the students pay attention and enjoy my class; even if I'm never quite 'there' enough to teach very well...
Current Mood: tired
|Saturday, March 29th, 2003|
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I must find a potion. Professor Severus Snape, I must speak with you as soon as you can. It is regarding that offer of tea and a question about a certain potion I'm researching...
Current Mood: awake
|Friday, March 28th, 2003|
I fell asleep just before one of my classes, when I had a short 10-minute break. I dreamt, it was horrible. The screams of pain and terror were everywhere; I was sitting in the middle of an asylum. I woke up a short moment later, when I encountered a needle lying upon the ground.. filled with, and dripping blood. Perhaps I should consult Madame Trelawny on what the meaning of this dream. But for now, I can only hope my class didn't notice my hands and body shaking; I believe that was the 7th year class.. goodness. I cannot even remember...
That line written in blood...I cannot figure it out......
I never want to sleep again. I will not be able to sleep again. The screams ring in my ears and the sound of the clock ticking spares no silence. When I look around my room, I try and find the clock that is making all the noise, but I cannot. If I could, I would break the cursed object! Why can I not find it?
Current Mood: scared
|Thursday, March 27th, 2003|
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"Trust me." Trust is something that has deserted me. Recent sleepless nights have pulled away all the strings on this puppet; they have left it wobbly, uncertain and dependant. Something to balance on is all that is needed, but nothing comes. All I've hung on to is no more; no more shall I see the sky; only the tear stained floors. How can I trust one such as thee?
Silence can buy me the time I need. Yes, the silence of moonlit nights is my barter. I shall never reveal the hidden torment of this tortured mind.
Current Mood: indescribable
|Saturday, March 22nd, 2003|
| My mind led me to that place,
My arrival was triggered by a face.
And I alone in this hellish land,
Have a purpose with a bloodied blade in hand.
Confusion is the only thing I feel,
The darkness, my fate will it seal.
Tonight I will sleep once more; I will sleep, and dream. I shall lock the door, none shall hear me. In the darkness of the heavenly night, I shall see.I desire to leave this land,
'Held back by an unseen hand.
Many hours I do waste,
Working that riddle with much haste. Current Mood: listless
|Friday, March 21st, 2003|
| Inside the dream, the pureblood lays,
Haunted by memories of dying days.
Dying, sleeping and speaking,
Words in her mouth confess her dreaming.
The nightmare will return,
Every night is hell's burn.( Fleur's nightmare...Collapse ) Current Mood: distressed
|Thursday, March 20th, 2003|
|Wednesday, March 19th, 2003|
So, Albus Dumbledoore requested everyone to use a muggle contraption to use an 'online journal' to record current event, etc. I'm not quite sure what to think of this yet, but I will certainly try my best to remember this and continue writing. It might be interesting to see what my students are up to.. they may say something about my class! I do hope everyone enjoys it...
But on other news; personally I am feeling good, though still confused about Dumbledoore's want for these journals.. I shall do whatever he says, it is my duty as a teacher of Hogwarts.
Current Mood: pensive