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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 4:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 7:09 pm
Of Jobs and Blank Books
Mr. Rook, there are a great many things that I need in my life. I could write a list. On that list, you would not find a blank book. Yes, I am aware that the cover has lovely yellow embellishments. Yes, I do like the bookmark that you put with it. But it is simply not something that I need. In fact, I have decided to dedicate the first "entry" of this book to all the reasons that I do not need this book.
Books are public thing. You said so yourself, books are meant to be read. Though the thought is charming, I would rather not have an Exchange Diary with you. I do not want anyone to invade my privacy. Diaries are private things, as are logs, journals, notebooks-- all the names for those things. I have nothing that I need to confess to a blank book, certainly nothing that I want to be made public.
In every subject that a diary has been encountered in, there is usually some plot involving it being stolen or somehow revealed to the world. Why would you wish for such a thing to happen to me? I am a future businesswoman, and I do not want anything to jeopardize my future power. Think how delicious a little black book would appear to my future rivals.
Even if I furthered my career in theater. Gossip magazines would LOVE something like this. No, any gossip I want spread will be spread-- gossip that would come from a diary is NOT something I want spread.
Allow me to humor you with some gossip that CAN be spread. My middle name is Lucille. I take great pride in my car collection. By the way, when am I getting my keys back?
By the way, you must realize that I simply can't get a job at this point in time. I'm going to Sovereign Heights! I won't have time for a job. Besides, we have plenty of money. What use would it be for me to get a job? Really?
Besides, this place you had me apply at-- what was it called? Oh, right. It was that Fondue Haus. Have you SEEN what they make the women wear? I looked at their little employee book. They don't allow women to wear pants. There's no exception, I would have to wear a skirt. I don't care if you think I'd look dashing in a skirt, I wouldn't. You've seen me in Crystal Academy's skirt-- it's horrible! I thought I would never have to wear a skirt again, but no. Oh, no. Now you want me to wear a skirt for a job. If I get a job, IF I get a job, it will be interning under my father. I do not care what you say, or what he says.
I am not getting a job.
I am not keeping a diary.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:21 pm
I Would Love Some Cheese, Thank You
So, I find myself writing in this little blank book during English. We're discussing some book called Evelina. It brings up the themes of innocence and experience, and whether they can co-exist.
Many years from now, will I look back at my actions and see myself as innocent? I doubt it, I've never seen myself as innocent before. I was born experienced, you know.
Mr. Rook, I know you're reading this. Stop it.
I met a charming young lady last night. Beautiful, and vain... oh, how lucky for me! If it's one thing that I can go on and on about, it's how lovely a woman is.
She called herself Paragonite. I looked it up when I got back to the room. The photo shown was of a beautiful gold mineral. Ah, gold! One of my favorite colors. There were traces of it in her uniform, too. It almost sparkled whenever she moved. How could she blame me for mistaking her for an enemy?
I recently got a job at Fondue Haus. The boss is annoying and, as expected, will make me wear one of those little frilly uniforms that he requires all the girls to wear. It's disgusting! I would protest more, but the men's uniform isn't much better. I can't believe Father is making me get a job. It's ridiculous and unnecessary. What, is he trying to get me to realize that the service industry sucks? I don't need to experience it, I already KNOW that it sucks! That's what my friends used to complain about the most!
Damn, why did I write in pen? I can't erase that last sentence. For clarification, I should put in 'ex' friends. I wonder if we were even friends in the first place. Well, with what I have now, I don't need friends. I have something better.
No, Mr. Rook, I don't mean you. Sorry.
People really don't understand how disgusting fondue is. All it is is a melted block of cheese, and people pay insane amounts of money for it. Now, if we were in Europe, then I could understand the cheese craze. An assiette would be really nice right about now.
Graduation is getting closer. I'm so nervous, I can feel my hands shaking even when I write this. It's funny, despite everything that's happened to me, I'm still nervous about something like graduating high school.
At least I have plans laid out for me. Sovereign Heights, then college somewhere or another. Finally, world domination.
I only mean this business-wise, of course, Mr. Rook. Haven't I told you to stop reading? Maybe I should think better of you and assume that you aren't.
But I know that you probably are. Remember where your loyalties are. I will be the next head of the Spencer family, after all.
Stocks and businesses are so boring, though. Ah, the things I'll have to learn about.
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