Dear Journal,
I hate people… happy people in particular.
I especially hate happy people that force you to go out on dates.
In other words, I hate my friends so much right now.
Emphasis on the so.
You see, my dearest friends, Percy and others, have forced me to go on 15 dates with 15 different girls. Each girl, as far as I know, will be from a different cabin. But, that's it. That's ALL I know. They're setting me up on blind dates! And, considering I barely went on my first date last week, which was also set up, eh, I'm not exactly optimistic about this. Why should I be?! Death and love don't mix.
Anyways, Annabeth and Piper begged me to keep a "Journal". Well, they kept on calling it a diary, but… that's all that needs to be said. I decided to keep one, but I'm pretty positive Piper had a say on it with her charm speak.
This is all I have to say. The "deal" starts next week on Saturday.
Sincerly,
Nico Di Angelo