Apr 09, 2006 00:14
Dear Journal,
You are so much more manly than a diary. I know you'll understand! Also, I like this binding. Is it leather? I want a leather jacket. But, um, anyway.
I'm SO stressed right now, you don't even know. I got dizzy after supper and maybe I even passed out... but when I woke up in my bedroom, there were like two girls in there! Super-awesome! I was just about to pat myself on the back, cuz, of course, I kick SO much butt... but they were like, "No! This is my room!"
Well, the cute one said that, anyway. She was totally wanting me... but she was acting like I'd just stolen her underwear or something---jeez! I've never done that, by the way. I should try it.
Um, anyway... the tall, squinty one in the totally mysterious robes (what's she got under there, anyway? Rowr!) starting saying a bunch of crap about destiny, or something... I didn't really pay attention. The point is, something weird's going on.
In the end, the guards kicked me out. But I don't recognize any of them! I was, like, totally calling for Alen or Grenseal to kick these posers' asses, but no one would listen to me! C'mon! My dad is the president!!! Wait until he hears about this!
... er... well, they said they'd never heard of him, but what's up here? They couldn't be bandits because they didn't hold me for a totally high-priced and worth-it ransom!
So... Journal... I guess the bottom line is, I'm kicked out. I'm on the streets! It's cold and getting dark and I'm really mad and confused. I'd better
wait
that girl isn't wearing a .. .
later jo urnal
sheena