Journal of the Genius's Daughter
Stargate Atlantis
By Teenangel
Summary: The words of a certain scientist's daughter about her life on Atlantis.
Note: This is assuming they're never able to contact Earth. Don't expect a concrete plot or explanations; this is a journal so the character wouldn't assume she'd have to put in the duh stuff. Being that I am not a doctor or a medical persons or a mechanic some things may be incorrect, forgive me.
I only mention the year once, unless it changes.
Disclaimer: Me poor college student using time poorly, me broke ug. Don't sue me, waste of time.
May 12th
Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me!
Great, now I'm twenty-three. Ain't that swell. I just keep getting older—and bigger. How big is this kid going to be?
I need a nap—no we need a nap. It's the baby's fault that I'm so pooped and that Carson's watching me like a hawk. Now, I have a strict healthy diet to adhere to and only limited hours each day to work in the lab. I can't have any coffee! None-zilch-notta. I'm suffering mental and physical withdrawal…the universe will never be the same. (To imagine the "pain" I'm in over my lack of caffeine imagine my dad NOT consuming coffee for a whole month—he'd die before he's succeed.) This sucks.
At least I've taken the liberty of getting revenge. Carson's sweaters might me ugly, but they're quite cozy and soft—plus they fit me. I'm a naughty little thief. Kevin gave the cutest child-confused look when he saw me with one on.
"Is that my dad's sweater?" he asked.
"If I say no, where else would I have gotten such a hideous attempt at knitting?" I snapped. (I've noticed I'm excessively snappy currently, I don't usually snap at Kevin).
There was a very long pause and a transition of five different facial expressions "My dad knitted that."
Oops. How was I supposed to know Carson could knit? It's not like he every told anyone or made anything for anyone (which is probably a good thing). However, this does explain how his sweaters appear to multiply.
Well, if he can make more I'll just adopt some as a birthday present.
Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me…and my big round belly.