April 2, 2010
Dear Diary,
Today is Good Friday. How is it "Good"? Jesus DIED! That doesn't seem very good to me, does it? Of course, it could be referring to the fact that Jesus died so that we can go to heaven, which is rather good, wouldn't you say?
I have to make a long entry, seeing as we aren't supposed to talk from 12:00 to 3:00.
Anyway, Ian isn't back from the Lucian base yet, so I am rather bored. Not that he makes anything entertaining, but it is sometimes amusing to watch him moon over that Amelia girl. She seemed rather pathetically weak to me, but I suppose it is all a matter of taste. And my brother happens to be quite tasteless, so I guess it is fitting.
In two days it will be Easter, so I will be showered with toys and gifts that the Easter Bunny "laid" around the mansion. Ugh. I don't see why they bother, I don't believe in such nonsense and we never find all of the Easter eggs, they are spread all over the house (Which happens to be quite large). Yesterday I found one in one of my old slippers. Unfortunately, the money inside of it was wrinkly, so I gave it to the gardener. He seemed pretty happy, maybe he collects bills or something. I don't know why else he'd be so thrilled; it was only a hundred pounds.
Now I am wondering why Daniel Cahill was in town. It seems rather odd, for several reasons:
1. He and his sister are from AMERICA, and this is LONDON.
2. They should be working at the clue hunt. The only reason I'm not is because I sprained my knee on Monday and can't move around as I should for a few weeks.
OH! I have just been enlightened-- maybe they are searching for a clue here, in Britain!
Or-- perhaps Daniel sneaked into my bedroom, and HE was the burglar!!
Natalie, your brilliance is overwhelming.
Why, thank you, Natalie, and your hair looks stunning today.
Actually, those two theories were given to me by a maid. But I knew from the beginning that it was a Madrigal who broke in, so it is only fair that I claim these two also.
And back on the subject of my sabatoging the divorce, I am thinking of a plan. But I don't know how well it will go, because I've only gotten the first part written yet:
1. Wait for Ian to return.
If you have any ideas (Wait, you're a diary! You can't speak!) please inform me of them. I swear I'll only take half the credit.
Ta ta for now,
--NK
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A/N:
I didn't think it was that OOC today. Written in 8 minutes.
"What's he going to do, nibble your bum?"
