Rory walks back to her room after
handing out flyers and a few more buttons and ribbons, falling onto her bed out of exhaustion. She groans and picks up her journal from beside her bed and starts to
write.
I am going to be so damn happy when tomorrow's over. Why did I ever think that going into politics was a good idea?
Anyway. I'm sick of talking about the election.
So. New topic.
Oh. So, yesterday, I finally
figured out that Logan's the Logan Echolls I spent all summer hearing about. Aaron Echolls' son. And now so much stuff makes so much more sense - like Logan thinking he was Aaron during the zombie thing, and how Veronica told me a long time ago that Logan has family problems. I just feel really dumb for not figuring it out sooner.
He
doesn't want to talk about it, though. I can understand that. I mean, I guess the press must've hounded him about it after it happened, and...well, if I went through something like that, I don't think I'd be able to be as functional as he is. I mean, yeah, he clearly has some anger issues, and some problems trusting people. That much I knew. But it's nice to know why. I still wish there was something I could do, though.
I spent the evening hanging out with Marty and Parker for awhile, and then Kitty came in. She's such a sweetheart. And Lockheed's fun. Wish I had a dragon. Zero came along and we talked about how boys are dumb and
what Angelus would be like as a puppy. [ooc: And I highly encourage everyone to go read that thread, as it's hilarious.]
This school is weird.
I kind of like that.