Jan 16, 2011
Dear Diary,
I reckon I should probably name you something. My last was named Paul, but then no one really knew how to pronounce it correctly. It's Pah-ul, not pawl. Anyway, I digress.
A lot of things have happened since I last opened you, Diary. I don't even know where to begin!
In only a matter of months I bought my step-up violin, got a letter to come to a Wizarding School, and have had the craziest things happen to me while in said school.
To name a few, I have made a lot of friends (Can you believe it? I've actually talked...to people!) , I was attacked by a mischievous Poltergeist named Peeves, I talked more in one day than in my whole life, and... I talked to a boy! I really can't even begin to explain how I did it. Maybe, it was because he was nice and for some unfathomable reason he didn't scare me? I don't know, but I'm sure I'm getting nowhere asking you. You can't talk back. You listen. You're a diary; it's what you do.
Now, before I'm driven mad inside my own mind(or has that already happened?) I think we need a change of topic.
I love my new violin(I think I mentioned it earlier). I was surprised when Daddy bought it for me. Before- when I asked- he would say something along the lines of this: "No, Vanessa. I'm sorry, but we really can't afford a new violin right now."
Then, I'd always feel terrible for asking. I'd always remember that instruments are really expensive. If I wrote down a word that summed up what I was feeling right then, It wouldn't even be a real word. It'd be a jumble of letters and pictures that would make absolutely no sense whatsoever. It just looked so pretty; almost too pretty to play. Actually, that calls for a funny story. I had it in my hands(just waiting to be played), but I almost didn't want to dirty the strings with the rosin from by bow! I had it up on my shoulder, and I was about to start on a down bow... I couldn't do it. It seemed to fragile to play. I didn't touch it until I was scolded by my father about it.("You will play that instrument, young lady. Isn't it what you've been wanting since you could play?)
That was the end of my silly fear...
In Hindsight, I guess what wasn't that funny a story... Perhaps I shouldn't have bothered with it.
Anyway, I also met a friend that also plays violin. She's played for a couple years longer than I, but I hope our levels won't be too far apart. Really, that's all that stopping me from running toward her with my violin at full-speed. It'd be embarrassing if she thought I was a rubbish player after playing for six years... I really do want to play with her, though. The chances of finding a fellow violinist in a school is slim, and the chances of finding one in a magic school is next to zero.
Oh! I tripped over a tree root. It was extremely humiliating, but in my defense, It was partially hidden in the bushes. The resulting bruise I got on my forehead wasn't too pretty,though. It was one of the many times I've wished I didn't bruise so easily. It's still here on my forehead.(It actually covers my whole forehead in it's entirety. Also, I'm not complaining too much, because I met Dree and Char.(Short for Adreis and Charlotte respectively) They're both really nice girls, and I really hope I can become good friends with them both.
Now, I know you'r probably wondering why I'm not talking about how much I miss my family. Actually, I've been trying to avoid that. I miss them so much it's not even funny. I miss mum and dad, and especially baby Anthony. I bet he's already starting to get really big, and I wonder how mum is faring without me as her babysitter when she has work. I really hope everyone is okay.
.......Oh my, I've just read all that I've written, and I've actually scared myself. I should probably go before I start rambling like an idiot, and write something idiotic...
Until next time,
Vanessa
P.S. I promise that by the next entry I will have a name for you.
