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I hope this isn't too out-of-character.
Dear Diary,
Isn't life just lovely? Or would you know? I suppose you hear enough about it from me. The weather is so pretty right now, and I love looking pretty in it. Elphie's been a little more agreeable lately—she even wore my gold dress on a date with Fiyero! But she absolutely refused to let me curl her hair. You know, Diary, sometimes I wonder about her. But cosmetics will win her over in the end, don't worry.
I feel a little strange calling you "Diary" all the time. Wouldn't you like a name? Let me think...I know! I'll call you Lela. Isn't that just scrumptilioscious? Momsy named her poodle that. The poodle's rather frumpy, poor dear, and looks more like a Lulu, but I'm certain that the name will be popular very soon.
I have a very special shopping trip planned for tomorrow. You see, I was walking down the sidewalk in my favorite rhinestone shoes this morning, and my left heel just snapped right off. I tried a spell to fix it, and do you know what happened? It glued the heel to the toe instead! It just stuck there, like an awful horn or something, and I couldn't get it off. So now I have to find a new pair. I'm such a hopeless witch, Lela. Madame Morrible hates me. She doesn't want me in her seminar—something about not liking my entrance essay—and so she never even tries to help me. She spends all of her time teaching Elphie.
Miserable old cow.
Let's not talk about Horrible Morrible anymore, ok Diary? It's going to give me frown lines. Let's talk about my shopping trip tomorrow. It's going to be the specialest, most thrillifying shopping trip ever, because guess what—Elphie's coming! Maybe I'll be able to get her out of that dreadful frock and into something pretty. And then we'll go out for ice cream. I haven't had ice cream in a whole month, Lela! Aren't you proud of me? Shen-Shen says I'm looking skinnier already (I'll put a picture in here for you soon). But tomorrow is a special day, so I'm going to have some to celebrate. Just don't tell anyone, ok? Shen-Shen and Pfanee would bug me about breaking our diet for a week, even though I'm sure they're sneaking ice cream too, because Lela, they are not getting skinnier. Pfanee has a gigantuous bump around her middle, and Shen-Shen has been throwing up. Maybe they're pregnant.
Or maybe they're just fat.
If they are pregnant, that means they have cravings, which means they're definitely eating ice cream behind my back. And they'll keep getting fatter even if they aren't eating it. So there.
You know, Lela, I don't think I'd actually mind so much to gain a little weight if I got to eat ice cream more often. What's the big deal about five pounds, anyway? But I can't eat ice cream, because everyone would laugh at me and call me a pig and then I wouldn't be popular anymore and nobody would love me. Fiyero already doesn't love me, and I promise I'm happy for Elphie, but what if nobody ever loves me again? There's always Biq, I suppose. Oops, I mean Boq. Would you believe it, Lela? I've been saying his name wrong all along. I'll tell you a secret—he's actually kind of sweet. But you didn't hear that from me.
I was singing in the shower today, Diary, and the girl waiting for my stall said the rudest thing to me when I got out. "Some people need to learn when it is and isn't appropriate to sing. Don't you think so, Galinda?" Everybody in the whole bathroom heard. So you know what I did? I made a little announcement. "Oh, absolutely," I said. "Ladies, singing on campus where hard-working people will be disturbed is simply unacceptable. That's what showers are for! Get it out of your systems now. Besides, the echo in here is just lovely." Everyone started singing, and that awful girl just scowled. Rather brilliant of me, wasn't it? I giggled the whole way back to my dorm.
I think, Lela….I think I'm going to talk to Boq again. He really is nice company when he stops stuttering. He wouldn't care if I gained five pounds.
Wish me luck!
Hugs and kisses,
Galinda
