FROM THE DIARY OF EMMA WATSON
On the night of the New York premiere of Harry Potter
On the night of the New York premiere of Harry Potter
Dear Diary,
Tonight was fantastic...for ME. My shoes were adorable, my dress was charming (even IF stupid Tom Felton told me he thought the bodice looked a BIT like a face. What does he know? It's still cute) and I essentially looked like an adorable young lady unlikely to bring shame upon my family in the manner of so many other starlets. I am proud of me! But, diary, I am VERY concerned about the boys. Dan has followed up his toggle suit disaster with this shiny thing with piping (PIPING, DIARY!) and Rupert has backslid terribly. He looked so handsome in his suit last time and the suit he wore tonight was actually LOVELY and I even could have lived with this tee shirt -- you know how Rupert is! He's casual! It's okay -- but his shoes were wretched, diary. It's like he HIKED to the premiere! What am I going to do with these two? Why won't they accept my help? Sigh. Boys.
