I feel like dancing.

I think I've finally learned my lesson.
I, Damien Abercrombie, will stop eating pudding around anything school related. My Astronomy book was defiled last night by Vanilla Pudding. Thankfully, the mess was disposed of, but ... well, we all know that this isn't the first time this has happened to me.

Christmas is coming! My favourite time of the year. Not because of presents or anything, but I love the food, the warmth, and all of that. Call me a sap, but it's nice. That reminds me though, I really need to get started on Christmas present ideas... Bloody hell, maybe I should write a list.

Shit, why are there so many pretty girls at this school?

I am really sorry for anything that may have come out of my mouth today. I promise that I didn't mean it and I blame the Prank Wars.

Please don't hit me. Again.

I got pudding on my Charms essay.

Don't worry, I got most of it off... but there's the tiniest chocolate blob right next to my name at the top. It almost looks like it could say 'Damien Abercrombie Chocolateblob'. Not going to lie here... Chocolateblob would be a pretty neat surname. If I ever take up an alias, I know what I'm using.

I swear I wasn't eating in the library.

Now that that's out of the way...

I forgot what I was going to write. A letter from my mum just came in. Way after normal post time of course, because my mum always seems to do that.