Lightning-Dono: Thank you so much for the reviews, everyone!

Answers to the Reviews

lil-c-girl2218 – Don't worry about it, I also like Celia. Actually, I also married her in the game. I'm speaking from Nami's point of view, so don't worry. :)

RWT – Sorry about the short-lived chapter before this. It kind of...didn't get elongated. xD I hope this one is longer to fit your taste!

nasamuffin – Ah, don't worry! You'll probably get around to playing this game eventually. There are many Harvest Moon fansites out there to check out if you'd like to learn about the characters. ;)

PacificTwist – Why, thank you for the compliment! That's very kind of you.

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Fifth of Spring

Jack is such a DOOFUS. Just mere minutes ago, he knocked on the door and deliberately LET HIMSELF IN without my consent. I said nothing, not a peep, and he simply opened the door. What if I had been undressing? Asleep? Do people like him even practice common courtesy? At the very least, he should've said, "I'm coming in." as a VERY last-minute warning, but no. Two knocks, and whoosh, the door opens and he's standing there. And what's more, after he's done making his appearance, he has the nerve to search the room. Yes, so I'm overreacting and the fact that I never opened up to anyone piqued his curiosity a little. I suppose I can't blame him, but honestly speaking, he needs to learn to respect other people's privacy, and rightfully so.

I just kind of sulked in the corner and glared at him the entire time while he picked THIS DIARY up, flipped through a few pages, and discontentedly left the room. I didn't even struggle, but I didn't want the subject to surface that I was "cold-blooded, had a heart of ice, and was less welcoming than a rearing king cobra". Although I can hardly imagine him using those words (Considering his intelligence), those things come up in random village conversation. I know, I've eavesdropped, I've commented, I've scared those rumor-spreading citizens away.

So far, this appears to be one of the least eventful years I've had to live through in this valley. Sure, there's Jack to bash, watching Muffy use her scandalous ways to seduce Jack, the humble seniors hobbling around...and Gustafa entertaining me with his guitar playing. I love the ethereal music throbbing through the air like...I don't know. It's indescribable – those who try to define music through words only touch less than a corner of the true quality. Cody and his works of art aren't coming along too well, but with what we have in this valley, he'd have to import metals and paints worth millions of gold from across the sea. I'm not quite sure if he already does, but that's none of my business so I shouldn't poke into it like I usually do. Unless I decide to transform into those people who thrive from gossip and mocking other's pain.

For some reason people think I'm vegetarian, which is rather bizarre. Just because I'm laid back and quiet doesn't mean I'm vegan. I couldn't deprive myself of the joys of meat if I tried – I grew up eating meat because my mother and father often gave me it in hopes that I would grow to be strong. Does this mean that vegetarians are frail and weak? Because according to their theory, carnivorous creatures are bigger and stronger than those who feast on plant life. Suffice to say, I'm omnivorous and chose to be that way. But I'll save that for later since no one needs to know my eating patterns and what my eating patterns are categorized as.

Ah, it's nearing midnight as I write. 11:15 PM to be accurate. I just go to bed now and forget about continuing this entry. I mean, honestly. There's nothing to talk about in my life so I chose to talk about my character traits? Is that what diaries are for – confiding such things? Ah well, I'll do that. As a little girl I never had a diary or journal and my parents degraded them by saying them to be "secretive" and a "cowardly escape", but I digress.

Good night.