I regret to inform you that I dropped my journal into the lake.

It has just now finished drying and I am still waiting for the ink to be unsmudged enough to read.

It's quite an embarrassing story, but if you really want to know, ask me and I shall tell you. :/

I shall get back to you all later. Time for the next class. :D

It's been so stressful here. I haven't even gotten a chance to check out Parkinson. But, as of today, I'm going to destress myself. Any ladies want to help? ;)

Seriously, though, someone wanna relax with me after classes?

Teehee. While Malfoy was out...I don't know, torturing insects, I mayyyyyy have found his Wizard to Muggle dictionary.

And having far too much fun.

Fo sheezy.

(Also. Classes today. Was definently an experience.)

I can't think of anything that describes today, other than lazy. I didn't do much of anything.

I hung out with Michael for a bit. Nice to catch up with him, I 'spose.

I'm in the mood for swimming - but I'm not quite sure what's in that lake yet. Has anyone seen anything weird?

Someone want to something? Anyone? Curfew's apparently at 1:30 and we've got loads of time to get up to some mischief.

The first night really wasn't so horrible. Maybe it was because everyone was so exhausted.

Anyway. No sleep for me. Four other blokes in a room = combined snoring.

The charm to keep away bugs didn't really work. Thankfully I brought backup in the form of muggle "bugspray".

I'll reiterate that for those who didn't understand - summer camp.

Hogwarts...summer camp.... Summer camp means gnats and people jumping in lakes and getting wet and not being able to concentrate on anything the least bit appropriate except for girls...oh. Girls. Hm. Okay, well, I suppose that's alright - no right lad can ever get too much of girls. Unless they're bloody fat girls, yes? That's no good.

Smart girls are best. Girls, girls girls. Summer camp sounds good now. Girls in bikinis. Hmm. Learning something would be nice too.