The Martin Report! (Diary of Helena Martin)

[Helena Martin]

Er, hello.
Things are okay, I guess.
Today I remembered when I went to California once, and I saw those giant wind farms that the muggles are making. To me, it was like humans and nature interacting beautifully. Sort of like the city lights in London. A strange sort of beauty. A bit different from pretty landscapes and beautiful forests (only nature), or stylish supermodels and gorgeous celebrities(only humans).
A Ravenclaw boy who looked like he was in his 2nd or 3rd year made fun of my accent during lunch.
"Y'all hold the cyaaww!"
It was sort of funny, but it got old after a while. I sort of admire his guts though, mocking an older student.
I tried dreads today and it looked absolutely horrendous. Me + Rasta hair = Not a great match. I was fixing myself up in a hurry since I slept in again, so I settled with a regular platinum-blonde a-line for the day.
Well, I'm off. I'm tired and need to do some other stuff.

[Helena Martin]

Er, hello.
I think that'll be my version of 'dear diary'.
Today is okay so far.
I... actually don't have any more to say.
Except I might follow my mother's footsteps in becoming a musician!
Who knew those piano lessons would come and help me one day?

[Helena Martin]

Er, hello.

Today I saw the saddest thing in the library. That Ravenclaw 6th year, Jeremy Wheller tagging around Erys Grace (see: manipulative, pretty Slytherin!), that pathetic follower. I've lost a bit respect for him, I'll be honest (isn't that what diaries are for?) And he's hurting a lot of people doing this, too. Like Alessa (see: OWL-helping 6th year. Same house.)
I also read the Bible, and it's very interesting. I'll never believe in any of that stuff, it's just a big long novel for me. But still really intriguing. It reminds me a bit of Atlanta--- buckle in the bible belt baby! ---where I was the rare non-Christian. To be honest, I'm not sure what religion I grew up in. I celebrated Christmas and such, because everyone else did. I also distinctly remember a menorah by the windowsill and a yamika on my father's head. And I think we had a giant statue of Buddha in living room.
Oh yeah, I managed to get my hands on some canvas, so I can put my paint to use.
Well, g'night for now.

[Helena Martin]