February 8

I'm horrible at journaling, period. Not like anyone's ever going to see this little notebook - at least not if I can help it - but one would think I would've covered New Year's Eve earlier than I did. The simple explanation is that it took me two weeks to find this journal, which really isn't surprising if you think about it. I never thought I'd use it, even though a few friends chipped in and gave it to me over the holidays, so it got lost in my flat. And, since this is me, it went missing again for three weeks. Though a stroke of luck, it turned up as I raided the flat for my glittery set of radish earrings - which I still haven't found, even though I've nearly taken the place apart. I'm going to avoid using magic to find them until I get desperate, since I really meant to move stuff around and sort it out a few weeks ago and didn't get around to it. Typical me, I guess. As usual, I'm loving every second of my life - although I'm still technically single, I'm happy and I might have a chance at a relationship.

Off to quite literally take apart the couch - more later if I'm lucky, more this month if I'm not.

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February 15

Shocking, isn't it - a week later, I'm back. I wish I could say this means something really good's happened, but no such luck. Instead, I'm logging some bad news and debating a chocolate binge. I'm not one to speak about the weirdness of people, but unpredictability is really starting to get on my nerves.

So it started off two days ago, on my nineteenth birthday. The boy I am almost dating didn't even realize it was my birthday until the next day. Yes, I get that when it's not even an official relationship yet, one person forgetting the other person's birthday isn't a big deal, but it got to me more than it should have. Since this is me, it had to get the tiniest bit worse - yesterday, aka Valentine's Day, we met up at a café I like. This is when he remembered he'd missed my birthday and started apologizing like crazy, even though I swear I said it didn't matter about fifteen times. I just don't get any of this. Is it just me, or does pairing off seriously screw with your head?

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A/N: Hopefully I answered the question someone left in the reviews for the last chapter about the sporadic journaling. So that I don't get questions about this - I think it's totally possible that Luna would manage to lose stuff on a semi-regular basis. Reviews are very appreciated so please leave one. Oh, and because this is the type of A/N in which an assortment of random stuff gets condensed in a small space, I now have an explanation for infrequent updates. My life has been taken over by an RPG - much more details on my profile about that in case you want them.