January 30, 2005

I can't believe that in a mere seven hours I'll be in Paris. The sooner I get there, the closer I'll be to my true love. It wasn't easy to get the money for the trip. It involved a few attempted bank robberies and a couple of weeks in jail. It was all worth it. Whenever I was inside my dark cell, I thought of Enjolras and felt better.

My mother didn't seem to take the robbery attempt lightly. She said I was crazy. I can't believe that! How on earth am I crazy? I am just the average girl in love. She tried to forbid me to ever see any Les Miserables related again. My own mother tried to deprive me of the only good thing in life.

I just couldn't let her do that. My life would just end. Without Enjolras, I would die. According to my mother and Tom, if I try to rig an ATM again they'll kill me. Either way, I'm going to die.

Mother dearest then told me she wanted me to see a shrink. I don't think I need any psychologist. Tom told me that my obsession over a false person is hazardous to my health. They are both wrong. I'm going to France right now, and Enjolras will be waiting me the minute I get off the plane.

The fact that he died around 1832 is only a minor technicality. I can always have a séance!

So much has changed since I last wrote in this diary. For one thing, I'm not longer Catherine Patterson. The name was too boring, and Enjolras wouldn't notice me. Thus, Project Patria began. The first step of the project was getting a new name. The only thing Enjolras loved was his Patria, which is why I chose that as my new first name. Since my new legal name is Patria, Enjy will have to love me. I wish I could change my last name to something French. My mother claimed she would disown if I did.

It's really awful to be devoted to a revolutionary when you have a filthy bourgeois mother.

Part two of "Project Patria" was to go to France to look for my love. My ATM rigging was finally successful and did not result in an arrest. I got the money and jumped on the next plane to find my man. Enjolras will come home with me and we will continue to fight for an American republic. The fact that there is one already is completely irrelevant. We can overthrow the Bush Administration if the first plan fails.

Approximately seven hours, forty five minutes, and 45.66669 seconds until I see my beloved. Oh gosh, where is my inhaler? I'm beginning to sense an asthma attack!

Patria Patterson