Anyway, in the dream, Regulus and Snape were best friends, and Regulus was implying to us, readers (yes, one of those dreams… it was happening, but I knew it was fiction) that he was a werewolf. Snape wasn’t getting, and that was the point, because Regulus was being manipulative and making up a lot of stuff about the Shrieking Shack to scare him. It was working, and Snape was getting increasingly worried (a little ooc, come to think about it).

So, I don’t know exactly how, the Marauders enter the scene and Sirius beats him up. Snape, not Regulus, who watches without being seem and doesn’t do a thing to help his friend. Remus just watched, a little bored, James was cheering Sirius and Peter was giving Snape this very contemptuous look, as if he wasn’t beating him himself because Snape didn’t worth the effort.

Then, somehow, Snape left to cry (!) somewhere else and Peter started playing the piano, and the others started to sing. Peter was the best of the lot, his voice sounded normal and tuned. Sirius seemed to think he was in some kind of opera, and James in some rock band. It was weird. And Lupin really sucked.  

Then I was rudely awakened by my clock and I wanted to break the damm thing, because it’s been a while since I had an interesting dream and it totally ruined my fun. Crap. And somehow I knew that Snape would show up again and now I’ll never now what was going to happen.

So. It was a fun night.

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[	Current Music	|	erika- i don´t know	]

So, I was reading some Half-Blood Prince sporkings and got to the chapter about the bezoar.

Well.

I read the book in English, yes, but sometimes a word looks like something from my language and I don’t bother to check its real meaning and end up getting lost in translation. Something like that. This also happened in book #7, when I mistook the Doe for a Dove, and spend the whole book thinking that this was probably the silliest patronus EVER. I was very embarrassed, after.

Anyway, the point is, the word bezoar sounds a lot like the Portuguese word for bug. As in, a beetle. And now I just figure it out, and...

EW!

(although eating a bug wouldn’t be all that pleasurable either. Still. EW!)

I spend two days away from LJ and suddenly Dumbledore is gay. Oh, well.

I didn’t really read the interview, so I’m going by the rants and essays of the fans in my F-List, but still. Meh. I never cared much for Dumbledore, even less for Gridenwald and, for some reason, canon gay characters in general don´t make me all that excited…  Mostly because I think the authors will get it wrong, believe it or not. I know a lot of the slash/yaoi fanfiction is trash, but there are some pretty amazing fan-authors out there. Give me a Juxian Tang’s fanfic over anything JKR ever wrote in her life any day of the week, and I’ll be a happy girl.                                                                                                   

But that’s not the point. The point is… meh. Nope, still don’t care. Probably wouldn’t care even if it was Lupin and Sirius because I think she screwed up those characters. or, say, Draco and Ron. Although, now that I’m thinking about it… 

*starts drooling*

So that’s it. I don’t care.

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[	Current Music	|	nothing. There´s too much noise in my life	]

I’m tired and annoyed and I think I got the flu. And couldn’t sleep last night because I still have the voice of thirty something students ringing in my ears (if I concentrate, I can even say who’s talking – I think I’m going crazy). I don’t think I’ll get rich doing this, but I don’t have a better idea, I want money, I want students who actually care about what I’m saying, I want to take a little girl by her hair and bit her head against the wall (not any little girl; a very specific one who could probably benefit from it. Her brain might start working).

I’m also considering the idea of writing a fanfiction in which Snape comes to teach at this school. I could use some entertainment now. But he would have to go easy on the snark, because my pretty ones there won’t get it if he uses polysyllabic words.  

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That’s probably the flu talking. I’ll feel better by the morning. I hope.

Great, now I’m anxious. And slightly unhappy. And did I mention anxious?

I don’t know why. The classes, probably – even if the teachers DID take the day off on Friday (but not because of the Pope, I think. There was a party on the day before, they probably just thought it wasn’t worthy to go to the school) and I had to teach Arts to a bunch of nine years old kids (which, believe it or not, it was way more fun than the teenagers) who just wouldn’t sit down. I swear I wasn’t that hyper even when I was their age.

The teenagers mostly try to ignore me. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I tried to make them work, but it’s tiresome and it might not work when I get the High School classes anyway, so I might have to re-do my plan.

And I’ve been learning things about myself. I learned that I’m a control freak. And that I like children, strangely enough. Maybe that’s the whole point – I can understand that the babies are climbing the chairs and talking too loud and screaming like an army of little banshees, but I can’t take that from a class of thirteen years old kids, can I?

Like I said, I’m anxious. I still don’t know what to do with my life. The only difference is that now I’m making some money instead of just angsting.

(not that I’m complaining. If I have to angst, at least I’m being paid. Not for angsting. But still).

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Do you know how it’s like when, coming back from a party or something, you can still hear al the loud voices and music and the beat still resounds in your head?

Well.

Yesterday was first day at work. I don’t know the English word for what I’m doing, but it works like this: when a teacher at High School or Junior High is absent, I go and take his/her place, so the class won’t be dismissed. I get paid by the hour, so my salary will depend of those guys missing all the classes they can and me having enough energy to show up at school to face all those blasted teenagers.

Whose voices, by the way, are the ones I spend all the night hearing, just like a very loud and annoying song. It’s a funny feeling – still hearing the echoes of all those “isn’t lunch time yet” and “I don’t get this” in the silence of my room.

At least I got some money. And tomorrow the Pope will be in Brazil. There will be classes, but the school will probably be empty anyway, especially considering that today they had a party. And who goes to the school in a Friday after a party anyway?

Except me, that is. Because I´m planning to show up and hope that everyone decides to go see His Holiness in person, so I can win some money without working for it.