written journal entry.
[private; locked to self]
Dear self: Dick Grayson barely knows you exist and when he does, you are pretty squarely little sistered--come on, hair ruffling? Yeah, that's completely doomed. Do not get your hopes up or get any stupid ideas. (This is one time where optimism does not pay off.) Love, the logical part of your brain.
I am so dumb, it's kind of hilarious, but I've liked him since he started school and he said we'd hang out at the lock-in, so...I know it's hopeless, but he's still cool to be around. Nice. Safe. All that stuff. My brother won't get all Rar, Jock Smash this way, at least. ...we won't see any ghosts. I'm sure of it. Not possible. I would have noticed, because of the huge freakouts that happen every single time!
It'd be good to know more about what the hell is happening to me, anyway, so ideally that turns something out, although I'm not sure what all John has got--has to be better than what I've read, though. I just can't get caught with anything bad at home, oh my gosh, I'd never be let out of the house again. But I'll be careful, I'll learn something new maybe, and hang out with people I normally don't hang out with (well, except Ben, but we only see each other in ministry mostly and I'll be glad to have someone else sane there). I am totally not nervous. At all.
...maybe I shouldn't go.
Except I said I would, and it would make me a liar if I didn't, but...okay, I'm going. Definitely. If I can devise some way to not be a huge spaz beforehand, that would be even better.
Another note to self: you're kinda too old for a diary, aren't you?
Dear self: Dick Grayson barely knows you exist and when he does, you are pretty squarely little sistered--come on, hair ruffling? Yeah, that's completely doomed. Do not get your hopes up or get any stupid ideas. (This is one time where optimism does not pay off.) Love, the logical part of your brain.
I am so dumb, it's kind of hilarious, but I've liked him since he started school and he said we'd hang out at the lock-in, so...I know it's hopeless, but he's still cool to be around. Nice. Safe. All that stuff. My brother won't get all Rar, Jock Smash this way, at least. ...we won't see any ghosts. I'm sure of it. Not possible. I would have noticed, because of the huge freakouts that happen every single time!
It'd be good to know more about what the hell is happening to me, anyway, so ideally that turns something out, although I'm not sure what all John has got--has to be better than what I've read, though. I just can't get caught with anything bad at home, oh my gosh, I'd never be let out of the house again. But I'll be careful, I'll learn something new maybe, and hang out with people I normally don't hang out with (well, except Ben, but we only see each other in ministry mostly and I'll be glad to have someone else sane there). I am totally not nervous. At all.
...maybe I shouldn't go.
Except I said I would, and it would make me a liar if I didn't, but...okay, I'm going. Definitely. If I can devise some way to not be a huge spaz beforehand, that would be even better.
Another note to self: you're kinda too old for a diary, aren't you?