Lightning-Dono: I'm back with another entry...from Nami. Who else? xD

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PacificTwist – Thank you! Nah, I only update fast because the entries for this fic are pretty short! And it's easy to write from her point of view, all I need to do is pretend to be pissed all the time and it comes out easy. xD Muffy's diary probably will be like that...! Every entry would be about her dropping glasses and dishes left and right, getting fired, crying...Erm, I'll stop there.

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Eighth of Spring

Oh. My. Effing. Gawd. Jack's milk is absolutely as atrocious as his attitude! After my walk yesterday, I dropped by the Inn's kitchen so I could put it in the refrigerator there for today. Well, I woke up this morning, decided to have some breakfast, and grabbed some granola. To accompany the granola, I pulled out the milk to drink as it would only seem reasonable. It tasted more or less like curdling, spoiled soy milk. It was sour with this bizarre sweetness mixed in it, and (get this), it was so outrageously thick it nearly clogged my throat up. What in the world was he trying to do, kill me? I think after that experience, I may as well boycott dairy products.

Anyway, at around maybe three today, I was walking towards the bar from Vetsa's place and there was this piercing scream coming from Jack's farm. For a second, I had a morbid vision of him getting mauled by an enraged cow (Specifically his, since he never actually takes care of it.), but I decided to run up and take a look anyway. On the way, I decided that the scream was too girly to be his.

It was Muffy, standing against the wall of Jack's tool shed looking like she had just been seen by a cop. Jack's dog was barking at her madly (He's such a tiny thing, too!) and she looked TERRIFIED. Let's just say that this was a major turn off on Jack's part. He seemed highly disappointed by this and he simply ran up, shooed the dog away, and upon noticing me lurking around Takakura's house, he ushered her off by the chicken coop and they started conversing in hushed voices. I'm thoroughly convinced now that they like each other...but not enough for Jack to scream at his dog for attacking his lover. Either way, now I know what Muffy is afraid of. No, I'm not thinking of blackmail, but possible revenge should she ever do anything rash to me. Not like I'd sink that low as to get revenge on a girl who can't do anything but drop dishes, scream, and weep, but she can change...

It was pretty rainy today, but Van came without fail, and I bought another TurboJolt from him, just to boost his spirits. He looked so sad standing there beneath a flimsy, stripped booth with no one buying the things he was putting out for purchase. It must be pretty hard to be an unappreciated traveling salesman, so I try to buy things from him whenever I get the chance.

Lumina's piano practice isn't getting any better - she sounds like she's been stuck on the same few lines since the end of last year. For most of last year she had studied her scales vigorously and whenever I entered the mansion she wouldn't even turn a head because she was concentrating so hard on the notes. So far, from my observations, she can play through most of the minor scales, all of the major scales, and now she's working on a song that seems to be taking forever to learn. You think that practicing a few hours everyday for a season and a half would get her somewhere, yet she still trips over a few notes. Oh well, I'm fairly sure that by the end of this year she'll improve. I hope. I don't know how much longer I can stand by the fountain or by the staircase listening to her play the same two phrases over and over.

Speaking of music, Gustafa's placed an order for more sheet music from Van, so he's hoping to receive it sometime at the beginning of summer. I cannot WAIT to hear what he's got in store for the rest of the valley with his guitar!

My wrist is getting tired, so I'll stop now.