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Friday august 28th
11:00 a.m.
Eyebrows still haven't grown back.
11:15 a.m.
Goten called and wanted to know if I wanted to go do something.
I said, "Goten, do they sell fake eyebrows?"
"Why? What do you mean? Fake eyelashes?
"No, I mean eyebrows. You know, the hairy part above your eyes." Honestly he can be so stupid.
"Of course they don't sell eyebrows. Everyone already has them. Why would you need an extra pair?"
I said, "I haven't got them anymore. I shaved them off by mistake."
He said, "I'm coming over; don't go anywhere."
Noon
When I opened the door Goten just looked at me like I was an alien (yeah, yeah, she's a quarter Saiyan, I know. Shut up!)
"You look like an alien,"
Honestly friends can be so dumb. It's more like having a dog than a friend has.
6:00 p.m.
Goten left. His idea of helping was drawing eyebrows on with me eyeliner.
I have to stay in forever now.
7:00 p.m.
Dad is so annoying. He just comes to the door, looks in, and laughs, then he walks away for a bit. He brought Uncle Fred up for a bit. What am I? An attraction at the zoo?
Well Uncle Fred said, "Never mind, if they don't grow back, you and I can go into show biz."
Oh, how I laughed. Not.
8:00 p.m.
The only nice person is Goka. He was stroking where my eyebrows used to be and then she brought me a lump of cheese.
I wonder who our form teacher will be?
I pray to god it's not Eagle eye Wheaten. I don't want her to be constantly reminded of the locust incident. Who would have thought a few locusts could eat so much curtains in so little time?
It strikes me that she has so little sense of humor. She is well over one hundred- which speaks volumes in my book. I'll probably end up just like her.
I may as well kill myself. I would if I could be bothered but I'm too depressed.
Saturday august 29th
10:00 a.m.
Mom and Dad went to town to buy some stuff. Mom asked me if I wanted her to buy me shoes for school. Its sad that someone of her mature age tries to keep up with the styles of us young ones. You'd think she'd be ashamed trying to be young again, but no. I could see her underpants when she sat down the other day, and I wasn't the only one. The phone rang. Jackie and Megan are coming around after they've been to town. Goten is with them to. Apparently Goten has see someone in a shop that he really likes.
Noon
I was glancing through Just 17 and it listed kissing techniques. What I don't understand is how you know when to do it, and how you know which side to go to? You don't want to be bobbing around like pigeons all day. I couldn't tell much from the photos. I wish I'd never read it. It's made me even more nervous and confused then before. Still, why should I care? I'm never leaving the house again anyway.
12:15 p.m.
Perhaps as I can't go out I can use my time wisely. I may tidy my room and put all my dresses in one part of my wardrobe and so on.
12:17 p.m.
I hate housework.
12:18 p.m.
If I marry I am never going to do housework. I'll have to have an assistant. I have no knack for keeping things clean. Mom thinks that I deliberately ignore the obvious things, but the truth is I can't tell the difference between what's tidy and what's not. When mom says "Will you clean up the kitchen?" I look around and think, Well there are a few pans on the side, and so on, but I think it looks OK.
2:00 p.m.
I put on some coffee for the girls and Goten. It's instant but if you mix the coffee with sugar in the cup for ages it goes into a sort of paste, then you add water and its like espresso. It makes your arm ache, though.
7:00 p.m.
Wonderful afternoon! We tried on all different types of makeup (not Goten). Goten just sat there staring at us like we were crazy. We were all lying about on my bed and Goten started telling us about the gorgeous girl he saw in the shop. He knows her name is Bra because someone called her that in the shop she works in. Sherlock Holmes.
Then talk turned to kissing. I'm never going to get kissed. Unless I'm a lesbian, that may be a different story altogether.
10:00 p.m.
My brother, Goka, kisses me on the mouth quite a lot, but I don't think little brothers count.
11:00 p.m.
Through my curtains I can see a big, yellow moon. I'm thinking of all the people in the world who are looking up at this same moon.
I wonder how many of them don't have eyebrows?
Sunday august 30th
11:00 a.m.
I'm never going to have a boyfriend. It's not fair. There are some really stupid people and they get all the boyfriends. Nancy Helk gets really nice boyfriends and she's got ears that stick out.
1:00 p.m.
I still haven't asked Dad about his apron.
1:15
God I'm bored. I can see Mr. and Mrs. Next Door in their greenhouse. I don't see how Mr. Next Door can get into the greenhouse. He's got the largest bottom I've ever seen. If I ever look like him I'll kill myself. One day his bottom will be so big, he'll have to live in his greenhouse and they'll have to pass him food through the door. Oh quel dommage! Sacre bleu!! Le gros monsieur dans la maison de glass!!!
1:22 p.m.
Oh dear. I have just seen Korrin crouching down in the long grass. He's stalking their poodle. I'll have to intervene to avert a massacre. Oh, it's OK, Mrs. Next Door has thrown a brick at him.
K so that's chapter 3. Uh, I'd say I'm getting these out pretty quickly. Don't you think I deserve more reviews for that? Pleasssssssssse. . . . .???? Oh, OK so buhbye I suppose.
Ruka
p.s. if you were wondering, I made Goten and Pan best friends and even though he's her uncle they are pretty close. Don't worry Goten's not gay, he likes Bra.
P.P.S. No time for normal thanks, I'm posting this in a hurry, so next time I'll thank the people who reviewed me.
Friday august 28th
11:00 a.m.
Eyebrows still haven't grown back.
11:15 a.m.
Goten called and wanted to know if I wanted to go do something.
I said, "Goten, do they sell fake eyebrows?"
"Why? What do you mean? Fake eyelashes?
"No, I mean eyebrows. You know, the hairy part above your eyes." Honestly he can be so stupid.
"Of course they don't sell eyebrows. Everyone already has them. Why would you need an extra pair?"
I said, "I haven't got them anymore. I shaved them off by mistake."
He said, "I'm coming over; don't go anywhere."
Noon
When I opened the door Goten just looked at me like I was an alien (yeah, yeah, she's a quarter Saiyan, I know. Shut up!)
"You look like an alien,"
Honestly friends can be so dumb. It's more like having a dog than a friend has.
6:00 p.m.
Goten left. His idea of helping was drawing eyebrows on with me eyeliner.
I have to stay in forever now.
7:00 p.m.
Dad is so annoying. He just comes to the door, looks in, and laughs, then he walks away for a bit. He brought Uncle Fred up for a bit. What am I? An attraction at the zoo?
Well Uncle Fred said, "Never mind, if they don't grow back, you and I can go into show biz."
Oh, how I laughed. Not.
8:00 p.m.
The only nice person is Goka. He was stroking where my eyebrows used to be and then she brought me a lump of cheese.
I wonder who our form teacher will be?
I pray to god it's not Eagle eye Wheaten. I don't want her to be constantly reminded of the locust incident. Who would have thought a few locusts could eat so much curtains in so little time?
It strikes me that she has so little sense of humor. She is well over one hundred- which speaks volumes in my book. I'll probably end up just like her.
I may as well kill myself. I would if I could be bothered but I'm too depressed.
Saturday august 29th
10:00 a.m.
Mom and Dad went to town to buy some stuff. Mom asked me if I wanted her to buy me shoes for school. Its sad that someone of her mature age tries to keep up with the styles of us young ones. You'd think she'd be ashamed trying to be young again, but no. I could see her underpants when she sat down the other day, and I wasn't the only one. The phone rang. Jackie and Megan are coming around after they've been to town. Goten is with them to. Apparently Goten has see someone in a shop that he really likes.
Noon
I was glancing through Just 17 and it listed kissing techniques. What I don't understand is how you know when to do it, and how you know which side to go to? You don't want to be bobbing around like pigeons all day. I couldn't tell much from the photos. I wish I'd never read it. It's made me even more nervous and confused then before. Still, why should I care? I'm never leaving the house again anyway.
12:15 p.m.
Perhaps as I can't go out I can use my time wisely. I may tidy my room and put all my dresses in one part of my wardrobe and so on.
12:17 p.m.
I hate housework.
12:18 p.m.
If I marry I am never going to do housework. I'll have to have an assistant. I have no knack for keeping things clean. Mom thinks that I deliberately ignore the obvious things, but the truth is I can't tell the difference between what's tidy and what's not. When mom says "Will you clean up the kitchen?" I look around and think, Well there are a few pans on the side, and so on, but I think it looks OK.
2:00 p.m.
I put on some coffee for the girls and Goten. It's instant but if you mix the coffee with sugar in the cup for ages it goes into a sort of paste, then you add water and its like espresso. It makes your arm ache, though.
7:00 p.m.
Wonderful afternoon! We tried on all different types of makeup (not Goten). Goten just sat there staring at us like we were crazy. We were all lying about on my bed and Goten started telling us about the gorgeous girl he saw in the shop. He knows her name is Bra because someone called her that in the shop she works in. Sherlock Holmes.
Then talk turned to kissing. I'm never going to get kissed. Unless I'm a lesbian, that may be a different story altogether.
10:00 p.m.
My brother, Goka, kisses me on the mouth quite a lot, but I don't think little brothers count.
11:00 p.m.
Through my curtains I can see a big, yellow moon. I'm thinking of all the people in the world who are looking up at this same moon.
I wonder how many of them don't have eyebrows?
Sunday august 30th
11:00 a.m.
I'm never going to have a boyfriend. It's not fair. There are some really stupid people and they get all the boyfriends. Nancy Helk gets really nice boyfriends and she's got ears that stick out.
1:00 p.m.
I still haven't asked Dad about his apron.
1:15
God I'm bored. I can see Mr. and Mrs. Next Door in their greenhouse. I don't see how Mr. Next Door can get into the greenhouse. He's got the largest bottom I've ever seen. If I ever look like him I'll kill myself. One day his bottom will be so big, he'll have to live in his greenhouse and they'll have to pass him food through the door. Oh quel dommage! Sacre bleu!! Le gros monsieur dans la maison de glass!!!
1:22 p.m.
Oh dear. I have just seen Korrin crouching down in the long grass. He's stalking their poodle. I'll have to intervene to avert a massacre. Oh, it's OK, Mrs. Next Door has thrown a brick at him.
K so that's chapter 3. Uh, I'd say I'm getting these out pretty quickly. Don't you think I deserve more reviews for that? Pleasssssssssse. . . . .???? Oh, OK so buhbye I suppose.
Ruka
p.s. if you were wondering, I made Goten and Pan best friends and even though he's her uncle they are pretty close. Don't worry Goten's not gay, he likes Bra.
P.P.S. No time for normal thanks, I'm posting this in a hurry, so next time I'll thank the people who reviewed me.
