It's a Blut Royale!
Nov 27, 2012 13:47:03 GMT -5
Post by Kristina Northampton on Nov 27, 2012 13:47:03 GMT -5
Dear New Diary:
My last one got buried in the wash somehow, and since I'm not writing anything on that, it's time to start a new one! Er...what's happened lately?
Thanksgiving made the weekend nice and quiet, since everyone was off home or doing something in town, got my history homework finally finished, with a little bit of help from the Colonel – when he's not rambling about racist names for black people or shouting about how Lincoln was a treasonous snake, he can be quite insightful. Certainly learnt more about the Civil War from him than I have anyone else – although the books might have helped (Young missy, books ain't never told nobody nothin'! Get out there and live your life, girly, don't be stuck inside with a bunch a' dusty ol' books!).
Oh, that too – I've decided that in this one I'm going to record the comments of my friends. Most of them know how to read from being in my head all this time, so I thought it would only be fair that we could go back later and read through with their comments in as well as mine. They're a part of me, after all. (I am flattered, young lady, at the regard you have for us. Three hurrahs for Miss Northampton!) Oh Fortesque, ever the charmer. It's a pity everyone isn't as polite as you. (Not so great a pity as it is that not everyone is as graceful and well-made as yourself, Miss.) Oh, stop it you, I'll blush.
Moving on from that, er...well, I was out for a walk off-site earlier and I saw a really adorable couple, two young guys, couldn't be much older than me, hugging under a tree. Turned out that they were part of a photo shoot – the kind of pictures that hipsters put annoying quotes on, like 'I'll never let go to what I can't hold', that pseudo-romanticist rubbish. Found a really interesting story by sitting on a bench – saw a few scenes from some old man's life, Clark Thurwood. Went to WWII and killed Germans, had a family, died happily enough. Oh, it was more n'awwww than I just made it sound, shut up Diary.
Apart from that? Nothing much today. I probably won't update this every day but if something big happens, yeah, I will. Goodnight Diary!
-Kris & Friends
P.S. I keep feeling like I'm being watched.
My last one got buried in the wash somehow, and since I'm not writing anything on that, it's time to start a new one! Er...what's happened lately?
Thanksgiving made the weekend nice and quiet, since everyone was off home or doing something in town, got my history homework finally finished, with a little bit of help from the Colonel – when he's not rambling about racist names for black people or shouting about how Lincoln was a treasonous snake, he can be quite insightful. Certainly learnt more about the Civil War from him than I have anyone else – although the books might have helped (Young missy, books ain't never told nobody nothin'! Get out there and live your life, girly, don't be stuck inside with a bunch a' dusty ol' books!).
Oh, that too – I've decided that in this one I'm going to record the comments of my friends. Most of them know how to read from being in my head all this time, so I thought it would only be fair that we could go back later and read through with their comments in as well as mine. They're a part of me, after all. (I am flattered, young lady, at the regard you have for us. Three hurrahs for Miss Northampton!) Oh Fortesque, ever the charmer. It's a pity everyone isn't as polite as you. (Not so great a pity as it is that not everyone is as graceful and well-made as yourself, Miss.) Oh, stop it you, I'll blush.
Moving on from that, er...well, I was out for a walk off-site earlier and I saw a really adorable couple, two young guys, couldn't be much older than me, hugging under a tree. Turned out that they were part of a photo shoot – the kind of pictures that hipsters put annoying quotes on, like 'I'll never let go to what I can't hold', that pseudo-romanticist rubbish. Found a really interesting story by sitting on a bench – saw a few scenes from some old man's life, Clark Thurwood. Went to WWII and killed Germans, had a family, died happily enough. Oh, it was more n'awwww than I just made it sound, shut up Diary.
Apart from that? Nothing much today. I probably won't update this every day but if something big happens, yeah, I will. Goodnight Diary!
-Kris & Friends
P.S. I keep feeling like I'm being watched.
