Oh me, oh my

[liz]

Dear Diary--

Lisbeth Ingrid Palmer checking in. You can call me Liz; I think it fits me better. So this is the beginning of my fifth year and I decided this year I'm going to attempt to keep a diary.

The train ride over here was boring to say the least. I think I fell asleep, but I can't be sure because I also have the vague impression of simply staring out the window the entire ride.

Classes start today, and I am, strangely, calm. Maybe it has something to do with sitting by the lake. (The pale light of the sun is just barely streaking through the clouds. The clear lake, hardly caressed by a wind, reflects the pallid clouds, but it all seems to carry a certain cheerfulness. I could sit and describe the lofty clear-cut scent of wet rocks and the cool breeze wandering around the shore, but instead I want to focus on getting some actual thoughts of mine on paper.) My number one goal right now is to find a new book to read. I hope I will still have time to read, despite the fact that I have all that terrible fifth year, pre-OWL work load looming over my head.

I miss Big Brother (my big brother Isaac, that is). He's still living at home and

[OOC: Liz didn't finish this entry, as she was suddenly interrupted by Hayden Oglethorpe::Resurfacing]