Dear Diary,
Eddy was...not thrilled about my arrangements. Something about the 'biggest scam of the century'. He was getting all passionate about it...fortunately, he turned to Ed for back-up. That never ends well. Classic Ed. His response this time?
"So you don't like movies Eddy?"
Needless to say, Eddy just gave up and stomped off. C'est la vie.
I must be honest, I'm...quite looking forward to tomorrow. I'm actually rather jittery. I'm not certain I'll sleep well tonight if I don't calm my mind before bed. Maybe a soothing tea will calm my nerves. Ugh, nervousness, it isn't something I particularly care for. It's yet another human trait I wish I could think my way over. It does nothing for me but stress me out, but...I suppose, fixating on the issue does have its benefits, and comforts...still, Diary, it's not what I wish to do.
I'd rather work on my homework right now and rest. Instead, I'm speaking to you, the only one who would hear me about this, because goodness knows I can't speak to my friends about it. I mean, Ed would listen, but whether he'd hear is another matter.
Don't even ask about Eddy.
And then there's the subject, Kevin...and you must agree with me, Diary, that would be a terrible idea.
Either way, I'm hopeful that Sinister Feelings will be a good movie. If nothing else, I hope it won't be boring. I've heard decent enough reviews on it, so I am willing to risk it. Besides...I suppose I'd risk anything if Kevin asked me to.
...
Sometimes, Diary, I only realize what my mind is saying in post.
Oh dear...what am I to do? I am seemingly falling head over heels...oh, how I try to deny it, but I can't help but come back to the few pleasant memories we've recently shared together. Oh, curse Hope and her torturous ways, tempting me with things I might never taste. But still, despite the Fates, I love the feelings, ride on the rush, beg for just one more moment of this...and I don't want it to end.
Oh, Dearest Diary...
What if it does?
Your "Hopeless" Friend,
Eddward