Hey, Journal:

What's up? I met with Selphie over next month's Garden Festival. I can't believe how much work she puts into these things! Sometimes I think she made me her top assistant because she wants me to work like a fucking dog for this stuff…well, either that or that she wants me… Then of course, I realize that she is so into Irvine, she doesn't blatantly want me to work like a dog, and I'm only the top assistant because I rule at this stuff. Well, anyway, she tried to get my ideas. I may have been a little Squall-like at some of this stuff, but she just took it in stride. I think she may have been the first to catch on that I kinda…sort of…like that one chick over in the library. She confronted me about all of it, of course I did my patented "Zell Dincht Fake-out" thing, she talked about how that chick saw me put that poem in her desk… Sometimes, I hate being so open about my feelings. Anyway, Selphie said a few things about what I need to do in order to get the girl…you know, the typical "You're too damn fugly and need to change your entire appearance including but not totally finding an attractive person and wearing their skin…" stuff that everyone tells me. Luckily, Selphie told me she'd try and put in a good word for me with her. I hope so, as I really need a date for the next Festival. I mean, Selphie's got Irvine, Squall's got Rinoa, Quistis asked Seifer to go with her [I sincerely DOUBT that would really happen, though…]…hell, even NORG has a date. I mean, when do I get my luck? Am I cursed this way? Eh, I'll see if Selphie has a purpose now…I'll catch ya!

Your pal,

Z-Gangsta.

Mood: Slightly worried.
Music: "The One"- Limp Bizkit