Sunday
I got this journal from Sam on my birthday; she said that I should write down my inner thoughts. I'm not sure why, but I'll give it a go.
It was my birthday yesterday. I had a party. Fun! Even Daniel came, well of course he came. I am pretty sure I had mentioned it to him at least on one occasion and I absolutely know that he would not disappoint me by not showing up. He's funny that way. He says he's not coming only to make the surprise that much more effective. He gave me a book. I know, a book, it didn't even have pictures in it. But, you know Daniel and books.
From Sam I got this journal and a very pretty necklace. It looked really nice on me. I'm sure everyone thought so. Even General Landry, he even smiled at me =) Muscles and Colonel Mitchell gave me a DVD box set of something called Sex and the city, even though Muscles did apologise and said that it had been Colonel Mitchell's idea if the gift was not well received. Apparently he had opted for something called Star Wars. I would hardly know the difference I am sure.
It was a nice party. There was cake, balloons and a big, fat animal hanging from the ceiling of the mess hall. I got to hit it and out fell all these sweets and chocolates. Some of these Earth customs are, quite frankly, difficult to comprehend, but I did like the chocolates.
Tomorrow we have a mission briefing and after that we're heading out to PX-123456 or something like it. Apparently we're supposed to negotiate a trade agreement and being the superb negotiator that I am, we'll be out of there in no time. They could not do it without me.
Finding my place in the world with SG-1 was perhaps not what one dreams of as a young girl, but, then again, neither is being the unwilling host to a Goa'uld. All I know now is that they would be completely lost without me. Especially Daniel.
Poor Daniel, he didn't even have any cake.