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Wednesday, January 10th, 2003
Dear Diary,
Today must have been the greatest day I have had in weeks. Today, at school, I saw Gambit again.
I didn't go up to him though. He was leaning on one of the trees. Maybe he was waiting for the Brotherhood or something.
I don't know if he even saw me. But I think he did because when I was staring at him, I could have sworn he looked me right in the eyes.
Why does he have to be on Magneto's team? That really fucking sucks. I think he would like it more with us.
It's so funny. I've practically fallen in love with him and I haven't even heard his voice. He looks kinda French. I wonder if he even knows English.
About the rest of my day, well, it kinda sucked. Every day sucks. I want my own room.
Kitty is so annoying. She keeps trying to talk to me while I write. And if I don't, she tries to take my diary from me. I want my own room.
I wonder if the Professor would give me my own room. Probably not. Well, I am 16. I hate to say this but rooming with Jean may just be a little better than rooming with Kitty.
I don't hate Kitty though. She's just annoying. I seriously couldn't imagine rooming with Jean. She might try to make me change my look. Or worse, want to make up on my face.
Well, I'll stick with my own make-up, thank you very much Miss Priss.
Me and Kurt had a little encounter with human-mutant-haters today. His image inducer always fizzes out.
We were walking on the side walk and a huge kid was walking behind us. All of the sudden, it fizzed out and the kid freaked and called poor Kurt a freak.
Luckily for us, Miss Priss came along and changed his memory, so he couldn't remember what he just saw and he wouldn't tell anyone.
I don't know why Kurt hates his real form. I don't care about my appearance, why should he. He knows if anyone EVER calls him a freak or anything, I would personally kick their sorry little ass.
Dinner time again. I swear, Ororo's cooking gets better and better every night. Reminds me of Irene's cooking. Even though she was blind, she could cook like a Queen.
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Wednesday, January 10th, 2003
Dear Diary,
Today must have been the greatest day I have had in weeks. Today, at school, I saw Gambit again.
I didn't go up to him though. He was leaning on one of the trees. Maybe he was waiting for the Brotherhood or something.
I don't know if he even saw me. But I think he did because when I was staring at him, I could have sworn he looked me right in the eyes.
Why does he have to be on Magneto's team? That really fucking sucks. I think he would like it more with us.
It's so funny. I've practically fallen in love with him and I haven't even heard his voice. He looks kinda French. I wonder if he even knows English.
About the rest of my day, well, it kinda sucked. Every day sucks. I want my own room.
Kitty is so annoying. She keeps trying to talk to me while I write. And if I don't, she tries to take my diary from me. I want my own room.
I wonder if the Professor would give me my own room. Probably not. Well, I am 16. I hate to say this but rooming with Jean may just be a little better than rooming with Kitty.
I don't hate Kitty though. She's just annoying. I seriously couldn't imagine rooming with Jean. She might try to make me change my look. Or worse, want to make up on my face.
Well, I'll stick with my own make-up, thank you very much Miss Priss.
Me and Kurt had a little encounter with human-mutant-haters today. His image inducer always fizzes out.
We were walking on the side walk and a huge kid was walking behind us. All of the sudden, it fizzed out and the kid freaked and called poor Kurt a freak.
Luckily for us, Miss Priss came along and changed his memory, so he couldn't remember what he just saw and he wouldn't tell anyone.
I don't know why Kurt hates his real form. I don't care about my appearance, why should he. He knows if anyone EVER calls him a freak or anything, I would personally kick their sorry little ass.
Dinner time again. I swear, Ororo's cooking gets better and better every night. Reminds me of Irene's cooking. Even though she was blind, she could cook like a Queen.
