AN: I am so sorry that I haven't written anything!!
I am suffering from extream writers block!!!!! So I've decided to start the story over from scratch and use a different approach.
Oh and I gotta warn you guys to watch the dates on the top of the pages.....their going to skip around to go with the story.
Disclaimer: *Looks left .....the right* I OWN ROSWELL!!!!!!!...*runs and hide from the scary lawyers*
March 2, 2002
Dear Journal,
God, that sounds really weird. I'm not very good at writting my feelings down. TALKING I can do, just open your mouth and pray something stupid doesn't come out. But writting involves more thought, having to plan out what you want said, which in my opinion sucks.
The only reason I'm even doing this is because Lizzie swears by it, she's been writting in a journal since she knew what a journal was. Maybe I should shutup and just write what I was planning to write in the first place........
I, Maria Rose Deluca, am engaged......to an alien, but not just any alien....."Mister Fear of commitment" himself, Michael Guerin.
The way he proposed, it was just sooooo Michael.
We were watching TV in the tiny living room which we share with four other people (who, thank God, weren't home) and Michael tosses me a tiny velvet box and says "Open it.....please"
When I opened it I saw a beautiful gold ring with a modest yet amazing dimond in the middle.
"Michael.......whats this for" I ask
" Our engagement " He's so freakin calm and it drove me crazy ( a fact wich he knew all to well)
I slip the ring on my finger and go back to watching TV.
"Is that a yes?" He asks with an aborable smirk
"No...It's a Hell Yes!!"
Considering neither of us our patience people, we decide to have a quick wedding on the 16th of this month. Which just happens to be my mothers birthday, March 16.
Michael David Guerin is going to be completely committed to me......God thats either the happiest or scariest thought I've ever had......
My only regret is that Alex won't be here to see me get married.
Well, on that depressing note, I've got to get going.
Talk to ya later Journal
Maria
I am suffering from extream writers block!!!!! So I've decided to start the story over from scratch and use a different approach.
Oh and I gotta warn you guys to watch the dates on the top of the pages.....their going to skip around to go with the story.
Disclaimer: *Looks left .....the right* I OWN ROSWELL!!!!!!!...*runs and hide from the scary lawyers*
March 2, 2002
Dear Journal,
God, that sounds really weird. I'm not very good at writting my feelings down. TALKING I can do, just open your mouth and pray something stupid doesn't come out. But writting involves more thought, having to plan out what you want said, which in my opinion sucks.
The only reason I'm even doing this is because Lizzie swears by it, she's been writting in a journal since she knew what a journal was. Maybe I should shutup and just write what I was planning to write in the first place........
I, Maria Rose Deluca, am engaged......to an alien, but not just any alien....."Mister Fear of commitment" himself, Michael Guerin.
The way he proposed, it was just sooooo Michael.
We were watching TV in the tiny living room which we share with four other people (who, thank God, weren't home) and Michael tosses me a tiny velvet box and says "Open it.....please"
When I opened it I saw a beautiful gold ring with a modest yet amazing dimond in the middle.
"Michael.......whats this for" I ask
" Our engagement " He's so freakin calm and it drove me crazy ( a fact wich he knew all to well)
I slip the ring on my finger and go back to watching TV.
"Is that a yes?" He asks with an aborable smirk
"No...It's a Hell Yes!!"
Considering neither of us our patience people, we decide to have a quick wedding on the 16th of this month. Which just happens to be my mothers birthday, March 16.
Michael David Guerin is going to be completely committed to me......God thats either the happiest or scariest thought I've ever had......
My only regret is that Alex won't be here to see me get married.
Well, on that depressing note, I've got to get going.
Talk to ya later Journal
Maria
