Well, in this journal entry i'm going to describe my Harry Potter fantacy life. In this fantacy, I am everything. Who isn't in there world? Well, I'm a Slytherin and i'm just perfect. Instead of my untamed brown hair, I have black, sleek hair. My eyes are a cold frosty blue, not a deep blue. Everybody wants me, unlike reality. But i'm always after one guy, the potions master Severus Snape. In my fantacy, I'm his assistant in potion making since i'm so good at it. really, I probably would be worse than Neville Longbottom! In the end of all my fantacies, Me and Snape fall in love. But when I am awoken or knocked out of my day dreaming by the sound of the school bell, I feel horrible that it can't be reality. I love my fantacy, and always will. But as Dubledore said: It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live. So I shall not dwell on them, but that doesn't mean you should give them up completely.