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« Thread Started on Feb 16, 2007, 11:24pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
(OOC: I know this isn't technically a "diary", but what'ver. XDD)
Dear Garreth,
I miss you, you know? It's only been, what, two weeks, and I wanna come back home so badly. America isn't like the Emerald Isle at all. It's far from it. Everything's so glamorous and all about looks... I hate it. I'm judged from the outside in because of my appearance- gotta thank you and Keegan for tomboy-ing me up, right? I miss the open fields, the wild woods, the swims at the lake. I miss hanging out with everyone, all of our friends and everything. I miss Caitlin teaching me how to cook, and I miss sneaking into the pub while you worked, and helped out the kitchen staff while sneaking alcohol. You really are the best bartender, you know?
I got in a fight today. First one in less than a week at the is acursed Blue Stone Academy.
You'd never guess what happened, but I think you may come close. I went to a bar to get a drink –they served me an Irish float, can you believe it?!-, where I saw this guy and this girl flirting rather shamelessly. I took a few glances, and I immediately knew… Typical Americans- pretty, probably stuck up, and cared way too much about their appearances. It just so happened that the girl was staring. At me.
So, I casually tossed her the teaser of calling her “Barbie.” Big mistake. She got all insane and started talking nasty to me. Well, naturally, I kept it up, but tried to apologize and keep her calm- I was tired, and I didn’t feel like starting a scene.
She then mentioned home, our home, and said it was a sheep-filled field- you know, like the McAlisters? Heh. She then thought, for some reason, that I was a guy. I guess I'll thank you and Keegan again, huh? And then, she thought we were poor. I mean, I know we're not rich or anything, but she fricken' called me Cinderella!
And then, she really pissed me off. She must be really stupid, though, because she thought we were an incestual family. Please, I really don't think we'd have the audacity to stoop that low! I then lost it... I punched her. Hard, and square in the face- like Keegan taught me if I ever met up with a drunk bastard.
I never wanna see her again. If I do, I'd kill her for sure! But I know you're probably fuming while reading this- or, if Keegan gets this first, he'd probably be howling in laughter. I mean, I regretted punching her at first, but every time I try to justify the regret, it just doesn't seem to work. She deserved it. Flat out. You would have done the same, I know it. It's the Irish blood, isn't it? 
I met a girl from Thailand. Her name's Mali. She's really sweet- my first friend from Blue Stone! It turns out we're also roomies, with similar backgrounds and families. I wanna learn more about her; I think she's a real doll, the lass.
Well, I gotta go now- it's late, and I'm exhausted. Write back soon, please. I wish you were here.
Lile
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