A/N: Once again, sorry for my lateness. Exams have been utterly chaotic and I nearly went insane from studying so much. Also, I was thinking of writing you guys a Christmas-themed one shot with all of the characters, but I'm not sure how to put it into the Panem setting. I was wondering if you guys, my awesome readers, could send in ideas. Reviews and PM's are welcomed and encouraged.
List of Epicaltastically Awesome People: Killer Pineapple and Bluebell.
Saturday, 2nd November
Today, I:
9:30: Woke up. I got up a bit late today because of intensive gymnastics practice all week. I have a competition tomorrow.
10:00: Ate breakfast. I was home alone; the family had already gone out.
10:30-1:00: More gymnastics practice.
1:00: Went to Bianca's for lunch.
1:10-2:00: Ate lunch.
2:00-4:00: Worked shift at apothecary.
4:15-5:45: Rebel meeting.
6:00-8:00: Dinner and ELL (Ellie's love life) committee meeting at Niamh and Louisa's house.
8:20: Now. Writing diary.
Ugh, life is so stressful. Gymnastics and homework are taking over my life. Ellie and Sean aren't helping by taking every opportunity that they can to flaunt their relationship, especially around me. If I keep going at this rate, Dr O'Neill says I'll develop an anxiety disorder. Thing is, I don't have time to deal with mental illness. I don't have time to deal with anything. I've got an essay due on the effect that the founding of Panem had on the people of North America, and along with the normal onslaught that comes with doing elite classes and all of the pointless subjects that I'd rather not be doing; I am considering boycotting school and blaming it all on gymnastics.
Anyway, about this week. We continued to watch The Man from Snowy River in English class. Some dude that decides to bully Ickle Jimmykins lets Descarado run away and Jessica the Pathetic runs away and Ickle Jimmykins rescues her and they have a few make out scenes. Have I mentioned that Ickle Jimmykins is a chauvinistic pig? Well he is. On Thursday we had to go on a hiking trip to the mountains. That was NOT FUN. I don't know who decided that trying to get up a ridiculously steep mountain was a good pastime, but whoever they are I want to go back in time and use Capitol torture methods on them.
The trip basically consisted of Ms Pebertmoth standing behind Ellie and I and yelling at us for being too slow. My muscles were completely worn out from gym practice, but of course Ms Pebertmoth could not accept that I actually do stuff outside of her PE classes. When we got to the top of the mountain, I seriously considered jumping off, but then Bianca said that I was not allowed to jump because then no one would be there to do the 2-4 Saturday shift at the apothecary with her and she sure as heck was not prepared to do it alone. Then I realised all of the other stuff I have to do for/with various people that they think is critical to their existence and decided it would be better if I stuck around.
Speaking of all things apothecary related, Dr O'Neill decided to start us on a medicine course. She said that if this whole rebellion thing were ever to actually happen, we'd need skilled doctors and nurses to tend the wounded. From our work at the apothecary, Bianca and I already knew First Aid and everyday stuff like minor injuries and non-fatal diseases, but if we were ever to heal in a war zone, we would need to know things like how to bandage deep gashes, bullet wounds, broken limbs and the venom that they put in Capitol muttations. I will be going to the apothecary on Tuesday afternoons instead of sailing because I'm already a pretty good sailor and I don't have any other time where I could fit this in.
The rebel meeting earlier was drastically better than previous ones. I shall start out with news from other districts. There have already been uprisings in districts 13-9. There is unrest and rumours in 8 and 3. The leaders did well in their recruiting, and over 100 people turned up to the meeting; which is great considering there were about 40 of us last week. They have put Ed Collins, an angry tuna fisherman who is a frequent customer at The Fat Gull in charge of the whole operation. We plan to have our first peaceful protest next week to raise awareness. Flyers are being printed out and badges are being made. This is going to be epic.
Of course, we still have the ongoing problem of Ellie's relationship with the biggest doucheface in the district.
As I said earlier, they are taking every possible opportunity to flaunt their relationship. I wouldn't put it past Sean to shove it in my face, but Ellie has been my best friend for years. Love does crazy things to people. That reminds me; the date. I must tell you about that. Ellie spent most of Friday afternoon getting ready with Louisa (I was at gymnastics and Niamh was at an art class). Then, she was picked up by Sean and they went to The Fat Gull. Unfortunately, my trusty sources tell me that Ellie and Sean had quite a good time and proceeded to get drunk and start singing along with the drunken fishermen. Why do I even associate myself with these people? The whole reason I haven't cut Ellie off completely is because she is so naïve and I love her like a sister.
We discussed the dire situation at Niamh and Louisa's house this evening, and we're out of ideas. We're all too busy to do this stuff, which is such a shame because in my eyes, the sooner we can get rid of Sean, the better. The only thing we were able to come up with is your classic 'make the other party jealous'. Niamh, Louisa and I decided that we should make Max and Bianca pretend to be going out. I know that it isn't optimal, but we honestly cannot think of anything else. Thing is, Max and Bianca don't want to, so we might have to stoop to rumours. I really don't want it to come to that, but we need to get in soon. What if Sean gets Ellie pregnant? I don't want some innocent child to have to die because their father is a douchebag and their mother deserves better.
Anyway, time for bed. As I wrote earlier; the first competition in the season is tomorrow and if you don't get enough sleep, you pay.
