AN: Please ignore Grumbello's constant need to write dairy instead of diary. It's just one of those things that I can't slap out of her, apparently. I will make sure she has thoroughly checked her next update, though, so hopefully it'll stop. Thanks for your patience with that, and with the sudden lack of updates. Everything for Uni has been due at once and apparently it needs to come first. Who would have thought?
-xo-
Diary,
Sorry that it's been a while. Life has been busy with tests and essays for every subject. I passed them all, of course. And somehow so did Galinda, but I swear I have not seen her study once. She's a mystery to me. Speaking of mysteries, I've finally worked out what the lavender and honey smell is that has been lingering! Well, not so much lingering latterly as overwhelming. It's Galinda's new perfume, and I think she sprays extra when I'm in the room because it's been really strong since I noticed it a few weeks ago. Perhaps if I continue to seem oblivious to it she'll stop spraying so much. Well, here's hoping, anyway.
I found a new place to study, diary! I got sick of being crammed in the room, and the library was starting to fill up with everyone else studying, so I found a nice little café in the main street of Shiz and it has little booths so there's a bit of privacy. People hardly seem to notice me if I cover up with sleeves and a knitted beanie, so life is a little easier off campus. People are also a lot less judgemental off campus, and the Animals are so nice!
Have I mentioned that Galinda has started calling me 'Elphie'? It's much too perky, but telling her to stop accomplishes nothing. She barely talks to me, so I can handle it a few times a week if I have to. What I can't handle, however, is hearing her talk on and on about the new winkie prince, Fiyero, and how perfect he is and how they're perfect together. It's disgusting. He's very self-absorbed and shallow and if I'm brutally honest, she could do better. She needs someone to mellow her out and bring her back down to Oz, not someone to feed her 'I'm so good and better than everyone else' attitude. But, who am I to say what she needs? Perhaps with Fiyero she'll get out more than she already does and I'll never see her and then we'll both live in perfect harmony.
Harmony? When do I ever say harmony? And when do I care about who she keeps company with? This is what living among civilisation is doing to me, diary. I don't approve.
I have to go, I can hear giggling outside the door and I really don't want to appear like I'm doing something that could be interrupted.
Elphaba.