Lightning-Dono: Horseface, I BEG you to read the reply I wrote below. Please do it. I'm tired of you trying to change something you CAN'T. I apologize for Jack being such a lazy-ass, but he'll get better. I PROMISE you guys.

I still have Writers Block, so this chapter...isn't that good. It sounds more like ME than Nami.

Answers to the Reviews

Sikerra the Eternity Knight – Gustafa is awesome! I love his laid-back attitude and stuff. He's just such a great guy to be around. : D Thank you! -smiles- I had fun with that conversation.

RWT – Tee-hee, Muffy might've wrung his neck by now. We wouldn't know. xD

lil-c-girl2218 – Fweee, I support Gustafa x Nami: ) I'm getting the girl version of FoMT. They're both coming out on July 26th in the US! Yay! And in less than a week, teh 6th Harry Potter arrives: D Jack doesn't have a courage to taste his milk. o.o

Horseface – Note: Please refer to my reply in chapter 6. No, I was NOT kidding. Do you EVER learn your lesson? If you hate the way Jack's acting, go read another fanfic where he's a goody-two shoes! If you must know, he WILL shape up later, and it's not going to be now! Or do you not have the courage to make an account and write about Jack's "good, angelic side"? And if you honestly want to know, threats won't do anything. You can't touch me. Get a life and stop pretending you can reach through people's computer screens.

PacificTwist – Thank you! That conversation was fun to write. I will keep up the good work, and thanks again!

Gia Lupin - Thank you very much! And I hope so too...Writers Block sucks.

PenAngel - Thank you to the highest degree of thanks available! (Wow, that was fun to type. xD) I might make a new journal for her for the second year as well, but we'll see. Maybe for another character?

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Third of Summer

In my last entry, I said that I loved Gustafa. Well, ten years later if I read this, I'd have no clue why I loved him, so here and now, I'm putting down why. It's only reasonable since...you have to have reasons to fall in and out of love. Human emotions are highly unstable, especially in the face of sentiments, but when it all comes down to it...it's either you love or you don't. It doesn't have to be understood, but you always seem to know when you feel the overwhelming swell of emotions whenever they say hi, flash you a grin, or when you are forced to part with them. But enough of this and onto the list; it's short, but you don't need that many reasons to love someone. It develops are you go along.

Gustafa is wonderfully chivalrous. No one believes it because of his laid-back, hardly social nature, but he is. Whenever I see him, he'll great me graciously and he won't hesitate to question about how I am. Not once have I seen him insult a person and everything about his personality radiates "I am loving!". That was the scariest description I've written yet, but it's true.

He loves music. The first time I had ever met him, walking down the hill into this peaceful valley (Minus Muffy's obvious attempts to murder people.), the first thing I laid eyes on was a farm that had some plants growing in their fields. The next thing I laid my eyes on was a abstractly decorated hut and a lightly bearded man squatted by it, spilling notes into the air with his guitar. I have always been vaguely fond of music, but after I made friends with him, I grew to appreciate its wonders more. I sound so...mushy right now, but it's really how I feel about this man. Speaking about him is enough to send me into a dreamland.

He's very easygoing. Being around him cleanses me of all tensions and worries...it's just, well, magical. No, this is still me talking, and I'm not speaking of Cinderella. Gustafa is simply a beautiful person every way you look at it.

His attire, plain and simple. Although I myself am misanthropic and like to blend into the crowd, to simply not be noticed, he just sticks out to me right away. I generally don't feel an attraction to people who jump onto bandwagons (That doesn't mean I do, though.), but Gustafa can start his own fashion line alone. The green, elf-like hat with a flower mounted on top, the shirt, the pants, the purple shades...it's just so him. There's no other way to describe it.

Done and over with that. I love him period. It hurts to much to not be able to open up and tell him how I feel, but I constantly have a cap over my feelings that kind of...shadows everything that I feel and keeps it away from others. Maybe that's a good thing, but at other times it's not.

Back to daily life. I'm feeling MUCH better now, and everything is back to normal. Except I am now left with a memory of the sickness – a devastatingly loud cough that turns heads, which isn't what I planned to be gifted with. Either way, Ruby isn't quite as concerned about my health anymore, so she just lets me go out for as long as I'd like. As long as it's not raining, that is.

Jack is keen on seeking out a new bride after the incident with Muffy. Apparently, he doesn't seem to like her anymore in any way, shape, or form. Frankly, he seems to be trying to avoid her, a clear felony in Muffy's book. Every moment she gets of her day, she'll try the puppy dog eye treatment on him, the "I'm lonely" ploy, and the stalking act. In general, as far as I'm concerned, he doesn't give a crap. I'm tempted to cheer him on, since Muffy has to be one of the tougher people to be acquainted with. If you try to befriend her, she'll think that you plan on being best friends with her and cling to your side day and night, which is a pretty pathetic character trait to have. The sad thing is that when I first arrived in Forget-Me-Not Valley, I had actually tried to become her friend through my frequent visits to the bar. However, she turned out to be a total fraud – trying to charge me more money for drinks behind Griffin's back because I'm her "friend" and if I were, I'd pay her more money because she's so poor. Then she'd hang around me constantly – for a while, people supposed that we were inseparable, but it was generally her attached to me.

Anyhow, it looks like Jack has hacked down a BIT of his field, which is improvement for someone like him whom I expected to sit around and let it grow towards the sky. Atleast his cow is starting to fill up a little more (A little food goes a long way, I must say.) and gain some meat on her frail skeleton structure.

Carter has taken to constructing small signs pointed towards the archaeology site as it's highly overlooked by the majority of the valley, seeing as it's secluded in a small corner of the valley. He's beseeching that if anyone wishes to help him find rare items for him to study to feel free to. Naturally I went and spent about two hours digging around. All I got in return were a few skulls, fractured hip bones of some creature (I'm hoping that it's not human, although that is very likely.), and a Moon Ore. Carter was pleased with the progress – he was practically beaming at me as I stood there, shoving an unwanted hip bone into his face. All I achieved was having him let me keep all of those items and a thank you that was a little short of a speech. Either way, I have the Moon Ore on my desk right now and it's gleaming in the light. I love the cyan blue tones blended in with crystalline, milky white...it's lovely.

As it is growing late, I'll write more tomorrow.