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Post by natesa elise mayjor on Jun 19, 2013 11:47:45 GMT
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I don't even know what you're supposed to write about in one of these things. In all honesty, I just bought it for the paper. Oh, and the fact that my mum says I have "repressed mental issues" and that I need to get my thoughts down on paper. Because that's going to be a crap load of use, right?
Anyway, what am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to outline what happened during my day? Who I like? Or is this just another pointless project that's going to end up covered in doodles. Because that's what normally happens when I get given a diary. At least... it did when I was thirteen. I don't know about now. But I guess we'll see.
Well, I'll see. That's right, Adam. Put the damn book down. Right now. Or I will send Liam Neeson to kick your ass. Don't argue, you brought it on yourself.
So... what else is there to say? This book will probably turn into a sketchbook or a mess of worthless rambles. Maybe the occasional song or two, who knows. I'm sorry in advance for any damage that my pen does to your pages when I'm scribbling like I am now.
Oh, and I'm sorry for "entrusting you with my secrets", as my mum is encouraging me to do. I don't know if that'll happen, though, so don't get your hopes up.
Until Next Time,
Natesa x
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Post by natesa elise mayjor on Jun 24, 2013 15:24:38 GMT
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...So y'know how I said that my life was fairly uneventful. Oh. I didn't. Well, anyway, my life is normally pretty ordinary. Well, as ordinary as it can be, I guess.
But... I don't know.This week? It's just been absolutely chaotic. Just for future reference: getting hit by a car hurts. Like, a lot. Oh and if your... well, whatever Kit is to me (I'm still not quite sure on that front), has a friend that creeps you out, don't worry. They're harmless. Mostly.
I like Bertrand. Like, I can talk normally around him, and I'm not a complete idiot. In fact, I guess him and me are alike in some weird way that I have yet to find out. I wouldn't say we're absolute best friends, because we're not. But he's harmless, and I know that much.
Oh, yeah! And the weirdest thing happened. Alex. Alejandro's son. The one that's normally a bit... racist. He... actually hung out with me. And wasn't a dick, although he did ask quite a few questions. But that was okay! At least they weren't mean questions.
So two new friends in one week. I'm even going to a San Juan party. Me! At a party! Even if it's more of a little gathering on the beach, it's social! That's right. Be proud.
Anyway, I guess I'll talk again when Karma decides I've had a bit too much good luck. Or not enough. I don't know. We'll see.
Until Next Time,
Natesa x
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