Month 2
6th of July, 2011
Dear Diary,
My weekend of blissful idleness has come to a regretful close.
Today was my last day to do absolutely nothing, and I couldn't even do THAT.
I was woken at about ten this morning, which was two and a half hours before I'd planned, by Sebastian knocking on my door and entering my room to inform me that Elizabeth had show up to invite me to a day out on the town.
Of course, being the proper, kind gentleman I am, I sat up, chucked a pillow at Sebastian's head and told him where to shove it.
Elizabeth picks simply the best of times to pay me visits, doesn't she?
Nonetheless, I did drag myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed and stuffed myself into some presentable clothing.
I stepped through the door, and was greeted by Jazz.
That was probably the highlight of my entire day.
Halfway down the stairwell, I slipped on something pink and made of silk and ended up tumbling head-over-heels the rest of the way down. It turned out to be a cat sweater that Jazz managed to free herself from.
Elizabeth had only been here ten minutes, and she already had poor Finnian in a bonnet and dressing gown. He was running in a zigzag line back and forth across the room, hoping to throw the corset-wielding Elizabeth off his trail.
As soon as she saw me, Lizzy dropped her corset, and ran straight at me, screaming my name in that usual way she does. You know, the voice that can break glass because of its sheer squeakiness.
If she hadn't let go of me of her own accord, I'd be willing to bet that the strength of Sebastian and Baldroy combined wouldn't have been enough to pry Lizzy off of me.
She has quite the death grip.
After an hour of tea and conversation, we set out for our day of doing things that I didn't want to do.
Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ. Do ALL women shop this much?
All I can recall of the first half and final quarter of the day is a blur boutique after designer's shop after room full of pink and fluffy and flowery and girl.
I remember a flurry of pink ruffles here, a fistful of glitter and unicorn-scented soap there, and Lizzy's happy squealing and "Ooooooh! How pretty! 3"-ing all day.
The third quarter of the day, which was not filled with pink and happy, was when we stopped to have a late lunch at a seafood restaurant around two o'clock.
This was the least distressing part of our outing, seeing as Lizzy didn't drag me around to random places for a few hours.
Lizzy thankfully got tired around six o'clock. I accompanied her back home, and then returned home myself.
It's been an hour since all that.
I think I have glitter in my ear.
This has not been a very pleasant day for me.
I'm going to go and ask Sebastian where he keeps his tequila.
With liquor,
Ciel.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Bleahurgbhlurg :(
Yesterday was my last day off, and today I just had to get up early for auto shop because there is no swimming on Tuesdays, but I have both for the rest of the week T.T
I actually wrote all of this on Tuesday, and uploaded it Wednesday because I'm just too freaking tired to bother uploading it.
Deal with it.
I said I'd do some more frequent uploads on my last installment.
I did not lie :3
In all honest, the only things preventing me from uploading more often are:
My packed schedule
Lack of ideas
Natural laziness ^_^;
Hope this'll tie you all over until I write something else XD
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