Okay people, get ready for this one!
HANNAH AND EMILY ARE NOT IN IT!
How weird is that?!
Well, Hannah felt like being a
bit different.
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Dear Georg.

My own Intelligence is starting to wear thin on my nerves and make me more then a tad morose, if not aggravated!

I went on that Church trip yesterday and today; do recall me telling you about that?

After these excursions, I yearn for the insides of home, out of the public eye.

Away from the constant bombardment, and the teasing.

I could take it if they were cruel to me.
If they were coarse with their words and treated me badly.

But they don't, they smile and laugh, treat me like a human; it's not like they're racist, (Can you be racist to someone of your own race?) Although I can't really say that I'm of the same race.

They are all tan, and don't hesitate to tell me how WHITE I am.
I mean, so what?
I don't tan, and I look like I am a vampire!
(The dark circles under my eyes from my obvious lack of sleep doesn't help ether!)

I don't know, hun, its like; I'm not one of them.
Like, they all know my name, they all know that I've been there for ages, go to youth group every Sunday night, I'm in church with Mutti and Vatti but I'm still on the outside.

I mean, I have Arthur, but he still fancies me, I don't know why though.
Well…I mean I guess I'm nice enough.
But the poor dork, I just don't fancy him.
But He's sweet and a great friend.

The only sad part is that he doesn't live in the city, so we can't really hang out. Only when we meet at church.

I guess I have Alena.
She's the only one that doesn't think I'm weird.

Well… She does, but more in an endearing way then in a weird way.
Does that make any sense?

I don't know, when ever I go there I just want to get away.

Away from it all.

Sleep is what I need I think, and a shower.

There we're some ghastly things in that river; I'm not even sure what.

I shutter to think what, exactly crawled up my...well...at least I'm home.

I miss you.

WHEN WILL YOU BE HOME!?

I wanna hang out with the boys!
Oh, okay, I'm sure you don't want me to hang out with them.
Being your band mates and all, don't want me to embarrass you…

I just like the way Bill and Tom rattle on about themselves as Gustav watches in humor but he never does say a word.

Why is he so quiet? I always wondered that, he's a bit of a…is there a word for some one who's quiet all the time?

Shy? Not the word I'm looking for…GOT IT!
He's just slightly introverted!
*Nods head smartly*
SEE I THOUGHT OF THE WORD!

Haha,
Well how's the tour going?
Good?
Is Mr. Jost being a bit of a pain as always?
He doesn't seem the type to just sit on his butt and let you play video games.

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED!

I was, shit I forgot, this is what happens when you click the little red flag on the facebook OH!
I remember now, *look of spastic happiness* I walking down the street and you'll never guess what I saw!

Remember that shop, where they always have the 'new hot music' all over the doors?

YOU GUYS WERE ALL OVER IT!
You even had a window to yourself Georg!

You looked hunky in your Through The Monsoon poster!
Tom looked funny and Gustav looked slightly constipated.

Bill just looked like…well…Bill…

Any way, I gotta go.
Mutti is yelling at me for something.

*heaves a large sigh and wishes she was with you*
Thanks for Paying very little attention to my rant.

Your Best Friend.

And often Aggravator.
Mary.