Quatre Winner\'s Diary
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84
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14
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Feb 1st
February: The Truth Comes Out
Saturday, Feb. 1st
9:15 am
Duo\'s not up yet, which is a good thing cause I just broke down again. I\'m so confused. I feel like someone has taken my life, put it in the blender, turned it into frappe, and then poured it into my shoe before handing it back to me. I think I cried most of the night, which isn\'t a good thing. I\'m just so confused. I was with a very sexy girl, who knew all the right moves, and I was thinking about a guy. A very attractive man, who makes we feel all giddy, dizzy, and everything else they describe in the movies. Hell, I even have great wet dreams about him. But I like girls, don\'t I? I think I do. I might. I don\'t know. I\'ve never even kissed a guy. Maybe if I kissed a boy I could figure this whole mess out. Oh, the phone\'s ringing.
10:12 am
I just got off the phone with Trowa, who didn\'t fully expect me to be home, but he was hoping that I was. He said that Dorothy called his sister, who told him to call me because I might be a little depressed and needed to hear a friendly voice. Of course he didn\'t use that many words. He\'s fairly precise with his words. Okay, to make a long story short, he asked to meet me for dinner, to talk. I\'d love to talk to him, but he\'s part of the problem. Of course, an outside party might be helpful. Someone to vent everything to. Trowa\'d work as well as some guy I pulled in off the street. And I do like spending time with him. And those beautiful green eyes are always warm with understanding or something equally compassionate. Did I just say his eyes were beautiful? God I have to be sleep deprived. Anyway he seems like he\'d be a good sounding board.
\"You look like shit, Q-ball. Go get some sleep.\" Duo\'s up. \"Are you going, or do I have to carry you to bed and dump you into it?\" I don\'t think I cou
2:32pm
Duo didn\'t even let me finish my thoughts last time; he just shut the book and carried me to bed. He always takes good care of me when I feel like shit. But, he says that everything will work out okay, because it always does. And that dinner with Trowa might be a good thing, mostly because I can see it I like him or not. Also he can help, especially if I leave out the part about calling out his name in bed and the dreams. I might even get a kiss out of the deal.
I don\'t know how I feel about the last part, but I got butterflies in my stomach at the thought. Which I suppose it a good thing. I might be a good thing, or is it a bad thing? I\'m so confused. Why can\'t life be simple anymore? I want to go back to the time when if I wanted something my nanny got it for me. I want Ethan again. He could make it all better.
5:13 pm
I don\'t want to get out of bed, even though Duo dragged my ass out of it twenty tes tes ago. I have dinner with Trowa in an hour, and the braided menace said I needed to get my act together and shower. He even picked out clothes for me and dressed me. I don\'t really want to go anywhere, but he says I need to.
In bed, life can\'t get to you. Bed\'s a nice place. It\'s safe. Safe is good. I want to be safe again. Safe from everyone. I don\'t want life. I want bed. Duo says this is crazy and I can\'t hide from my problems, but I came back with \"I\'m a postmodern. We\'re all crazy.\" [1] I bet he didn\'t expect his own words to bite him in the butt, but they did. I\'m good at that.
The braided maniac is going to drive me to the place I\'m meeting Trowa. I\'m not fit to go out, that\'s what Trowa said at least, so he\'s going to cook me dinner at his house. I\'m going to his house, and I still don\'t understand last night any better. I was thinking about him. Thinking it was him kissing me and touching me and not Dorothy. I called out his name and not hers. I\'m attracted to him and not her. Well, that\'s the logical conclusion, but I\'m not sure if it\'s true. God I want it t tru true, don\'t I? Or do I want to be attracted to her? It just doesn\'t make any sense. I\'m confused…still. Why can\'t life solve it\'s self in thirty minutes like on TV?
1. Taken dirctly from my class on Postmodernism. Easiest way to decribe being a postmodern, we all think we’re crazy. I think some author wrote something about that, but I can’t remember.
Saturday, Feb. 1st
9:15 am
Duo\'s not up yet, which is a good thing cause I just broke down again. I\'m so confused. I feel like someone has taken my life, put it in the blender, turned it into frappe, and then poured it into my shoe before handing it back to me. I think I cried most of the night, which isn\'t a good thing. I\'m just so confused. I was with a very sexy girl, who knew all the right moves, and I was thinking about a guy. A very attractive man, who makes we feel all giddy, dizzy, and everything else they describe in the movies. Hell, I even have great wet dreams about him. But I like girls, don\'t I? I think I do. I might. I don\'t know. I\'ve never even kissed a guy. Maybe if I kissed a boy I could figure this whole mess out. Oh, the phone\'s ringing.
10:12 am
I just got off the phone with Trowa, who didn\'t fully expect me to be home, but he was hoping that I was. He said that Dorothy called his sister, who told him to call me because I might be a little depressed and needed to hear a friendly voice. Of course he didn\'t use that many words. He\'s fairly precise with his words. Okay, to make a long story short, he asked to meet me for dinner, to talk. I\'d love to talk to him, but he\'s part of the problem. Of course, an outside party might be helpful. Someone to vent everything to. Trowa\'d work as well as some guy I pulled in off the street. And I do like spending time with him. And those beautiful green eyes are always warm with understanding or something equally compassionate. Did I just say his eyes were beautiful? God I have to be sleep deprived. Anyway he seems like he\'d be a good sounding board.
\"You look like shit, Q-ball. Go get some sleep.\" Duo\'s up. \"Are you going, or do I have to carry you to bed and dump you into it?\" I don\'t think I cou
2:32pm
Duo didn\'t even let me finish my thoughts last time; he just shut the book and carried me to bed. He always takes good care of me when I feel like shit. But, he says that everything will work out okay, because it always does. And that dinner with Trowa might be a good thing, mostly because I can see it I like him or not. Also he can help, especially if I leave out the part about calling out his name in bed and the dreams. I might even get a kiss out of the deal.
I don\'t know how I feel about the last part, but I got butterflies in my stomach at the thought. Which I suppose it a good thing. I might be a good thing, or is it a bad thing? I\'m so confused. Why can\'t life be simple anymore? I want to go back to the time when if I wanted something my nanny got it for me. I want Ethan again. He could make it all better.
5:13 pm
I don\'t want to get out of bed, even though Duo dragged my ass out of it twenty tes tes ago. I have dinner with Trowa in an hour, and the braided menace said I needed to get my act together and shower. He even picked out clothes for me and dressed me. I don\'t really want to go anywhere, but he says I need to.
In bed, life can\'t get to you. Bed\'s a nice place. It\'s safe. Safe is good. I want to be safe again. Safe from everyone. I don\'t want life. I want bed. Duo says this is crazy and I can\'t hide from my problems, but I came back with \"I\'m a postmodern. We\'re all crazy.\" [1] I bet he didn\'t expect his own words to bite him in the butt, but they did. I\'m good at that.
The braided maniac is going to drive me to the place I\'m meeting Trowa. I\'m not fit to go out, that\'s what Trowa said at least, so he\'s going to cook me dinner at his house. I\'m going to his house, and I still don\'t understand last night any better. I was thinking about him. Thinking it was him kissing me and touching me and not Dorothy. I called out his name and not hers. I\'m attracted to him and not her. Well, that\'s the logical conclusion, but I\'m not sure if it\'s true. God I want it t tru true, don\'t I? Or do I want to be attracted to her? It just doesn\'t make any sense. I\'m confused…still. Why can\'t life solve it\'s self in thirty minutes like on TV?
1. Taken dirctly from my class on Postmodernism. Easiest way to decribe being a postmodern, we all think we’re crazy. I think some author wrote something about that, but I can’t remember.