Lightning-Dono: Hi, everyone: D Um...I have nothing more to say. xD Sorry about the updates! It's...ugh...I got the Harry Potter book on Saturday and I sat around and read, and read, and read...along with some other books I bought at the bookstore. –smile-

Answers to the Reviews

PenAngel – Ah, really? I should make a new file and start trying to make Nami more friendly based on that, since all I have are everyone's insights on her instead of getting the information first-hand...But thank you for the compliments AND info! It helps a lot to know Nami is really like and channeling that into her diary. :)

Sikerra the Eternity Knight – Thanks! Yeah, Muffy does kind of make you want to feel sympathetic right there for her, doesn't she? I mean, if you were in her shoes...ouch.

Horseface – No problem; I'm really glad that you realize that...o.o I forgive: D I can't hold a grudge even if I tried, plus you admitted to having a bad temper, so I don't mind. I know lots of people with...half-length fuses.

BorderWolf – Okay! Nami doesn't seem like such an oddly mean person, but you know...oh well, she's slowly calming herself down, making herself a part of society...you know. Thanks!

Gia Lupin – Lol, I suppose so. Does F Milk even exist...?

tip – I'm sorry! In the next couple seasons, I'm going to make you want to hug Nami. xD Don't worry about it, she'll get better. Besides, you would get tired, too, if you spend mornings listening to Lumina play the same few lines over and over...

lil-c-girl2218 – Evil computers should die! Because I believe I also have an evil computer and I know exactly where you're coming from. Well, Jack is kind of...ugh...right now. I wonder what he was like in the CITY with MORE girls...?

Master Toku – Wow, I have managed to reel in yet another reader! –grins- Okay, ignore my egotistical ways. Yes, Nami is an excellent character to write as! The prospect of writing from someone's point of view whose personality is completely the opposite of mine is rather invigorating. It gives me the chance to see the world from another side. I'm doing the entire year. : D

RWT – She'll find love soon enough. xD

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Fifth of Summer

After Jack dumped Muffy, I've been under the suspicion that he was starting to go after me...That made me feel horrifically uncomfortable, especially with the upcoming of Fall and such. I didn't feel much need to spend every waking day of my favorite season hanging around a big buffoon like him. But this doesn't remain an unjustified suspicion, since I have an event that occurred today to back up that doubtful feeling.

The moment I stepped out of the Inn today, Jack was standing dab smack right infront of the door, leaving me about one foot to walk and little time for reaction. In fact, when I first opened the door, he was right there, breathing into my face in the mock imitation of a buffalo sniffing female pheromones. And frankly...this put a start to my somewhat horrible day. Naturally, I told him to kindly step aside and allow me some room to walk...and I wasn't harsh about it either, which was a whole new step in my book. As soon as I cleared the vicinity of the Inn, I realized that he was tagging along behind me, holding what looked like smoldering rice with random chunks of burnt fish...and to seal my doom, this set was also complete with a stainless steel spoon. So much for being a good cook. You wouldn't believe what happened next.

I had watched many showdowns in which Jack would graciously offer Muffy some food bearing the resemblance of charcoal and if she refused nervously, he would accept that and leave. However, he lacked respect for my opinions, apparently, because he actually cornered me against the well and tried to force-feed the mush to me. His reason?

"You always have hated me! Can you just chill out and see my good side for once? If you taste this, you'll see that!"

My retaliation?

"If I tasted that, I can only suppose that I'll loathe you even more."

I had always seen Jack as a guy who could actually exercise some self-restraint, but the next thing he did proved me wrong. Oblivious to the passerby, who stared at us as though we were nuts, he pinned me down, had me half-leaning over the well, and threatened me. The platter of blackened rice was shattered on the cobbled ground...as far as I could tell. I could not believe, and I still can't believe, that he actually did that to me. How did I let him advance so far? Why did I let him do that? Either way, he still had me leaning precariously over the edge. Our exchanged words:

Jack: "Nami...let me ask you something."
Me: "Fire away."
Jack: "Why is it that WHENEVER I see you, talk to you, even bother being in your presence, you act like I'm nothing?"
Me: "Do you really need an explanation for that?"
Jack: "Yes." (His breathing was fast and hard enough to propel a helicopter into the air at this point.)
Me: "Please let me go and I'll tell you."
Jack: "You'll just leave, I know it."

Wow, smart. He should know by now that I generally go by what I say, even if the situation is as life threatening as it is now. After all, I shared no desire in plummeting down a well. But Jack was leaning right over me and if I somehow started tumbling down, I would've taken him down with me.

Me: "I won't, I promise."

He let me go at that point. For some reason, I felt like walking away just to make fun of his trusting ways, but I didn't.

Jack: "Tell me."
Me: "Why do you keep asking me these things?"
Jack: "Because." (For some reason, he turned red.)
Me: "It's because of your nature. Don't you care about anything? What you did to Muffy was just as rude as what you did to me a few seconds ago. Just because you can take advantage of someone doesn't mean you should, you know."
Jack: "What I did to Muffy was none of your business!"
Me: "It's as much my business as the next person's. What I'm getting at is that when people are nice to you, you should just leave it that way and stop pestering them for reasons OR trying to assault them – mentally and physically!"
Jack: "You're not nice to me!"
Me: "And you're nice to me?"
Jack: "I give you stuff!"
Me: "You mean the junk you keep giving me that could possibly be detrimental to my health? Jack, that's not nice; that's more like not having the consideration to test something out yourself before having other people try it. How would you feel if Takakura never used the lights in your house, handed it over to you, and the moment you flipped a light switch you were electrocuted?"

Apparently, my sharp-tongue had crossed the line there.

Jack: "Does it matter that much? I didn't mean to!"
Me: "Well, if you took care of your cow better in the first place, many people in this valley wouldn't have drunk your disgusting milk! And if you actually acquired some more recipes and learned to make Sashimi properly, I wouldn't be afraid of you every darn time you rushed up to me with food!"

Jack chose that moment to run off back to his farm heatedly.

I still feel horrible for saying such self-esteem marring things, but it was the truth and he needed to know it.

This entry is tiring me out; I'd best get to bed before Tim comes up and reprimands me for my late waking hours.