Saturday March 4th
It's been an...interesting week that's for sure. I got a very odd letter the other day, just like most of the other girls here I guess.
[charm]
Dearest Margie,
As I'm sitting here and thinking about you, I can't help but wonder why you keep yourself so closed up. You are a terrifically wonderful girl. A real rare sort. It's not so often that you meet someone as sweet as yourself that also has the blessings of such a sweet disposition and such startling eyes.
I'll not let you know who wrote this, but I will ask you this one thing. Every morning when you wake up, smile at yourself. You deserve it.
Love,
Your Casanova
[/charm]
I don't know what to think of it but it's got to be a joke or a conspiracy, right? Haha.
Umm besides that? I finally returned my old books and got some new ones which is good...apparently other people really wanted them too. Blimey I guess I should stop hoarding them eh?
[Charmed private]
Tom wanted to go flying and I pulled up every excuse until he gave in. How horrid is that? He was even willing to listen to music, granted he called it ruddy, but still. Ugh I don't want to feel bad but I do, I mean he really wanted to go and I should of just said yes right? Blimey I hate it sometimes.
And then that Thatcher fellow? Ugh how horrid was that? He probably thinks I'm a fumbling fool...or at least a prattling one. Why can't I just walk normally for once and not spaz when a guy talks? Or get a crush. What's that number 4,999? Why why why?
But I won't think of that.
Is it bad that I wanted the letter to be real? Or true? But no guy would think that, it's obviously a prank. Oh well.
Thursday's my birthday which is brilliant timing. Who wouldn't want to have Astronomy lessons that night? I just hope it's not cloudy or something, that would be horrid. Maybe I'll get the records I owled dad about and I hope mum doesn't send some of that weird smelling perfume again. She knows I don't fancy it at all. I hope.
[/charm]
Music of the week: Elvis Presley
[charm]
Dearest Margie,
As I'm sitting here and thinking about you, I can't help but wonder why you keep yourself so closed up. You are a terrifically wonderful girl. A real rare sort. It's not so often that you meet someone as sweet as yourself that also has the blessings of such a sweet disposition and such startling eyes.
I'll not let you know who wrote this, but I will ask you this one thing. Every morning when you wake up, smile at yourself. You deserve it.
Love,
Your Casanova
[/charm]
I don't know what to think of it but it's got to be a joke or a conspiracy, right? Haha.
Umm besides that? I finally returned my old books and got some new ones which is good...apparently other people really wanted them too. Blimey I guess I should stop hoarding them eh?
[Charmed private]
Tom wanted to go flying and I pulled up every excuse until he gave in. How horrid is that? He was even willing to listen to music, granted he called it ruddy, but still. Ugh I don't want to feel bad but I do, I mean he really wanted to go and I should of just said yes right? Blimey I hate it sometimes.
And then that Thatcher fellow? Ugh how horrid was that? He probably thinks I'm a fumbling fool...or at least a prattling one. Why can't I just walk normally for once and not spaz when a guy talks? Or get a crush. What's that number 4,999? Why why why?
But I won't think of that.
Is it bad that I wanted the letter to be real? Or true? But no guy would think that, it's obviously a prank. Oh well.
Thursday's my birthday which is brilliant timing. Who wouldn't want to have Astronomy lessons that night? I just hope it's not cloudy or something, that would be horrid. Maybe I'll get the records I owled dad about and I hope mum doesn't send some of that weird smelling perfume again. She knows I don't fancy it at all. I hope.
[/charm]
Music of the week: Elvis Presley