Entry Number Seventy-Six:
Now, how to tell Boss that I don't like him…
Entry Number Seventy-Seven:
"Huh? Bijou, why don't you like me?"
Cats! Was I thinking out loud again?
Entry Number Seventy-Eight:
Oh yeah…we're still in chemistry class…
"I zid not say zat, Boss! I was just mumbling in French, zat is all!"
"Oh.. ok.."
The advantage of making sure other people know you know a foreign language! Hahaha!
Entry Number Seventy-Nine:
"Ok, listen up, Bijou."
"Sparkle, we 'ave to get to class!"
"But this will only take a minute…"
Entry Number Eighty:
"Fine. What zoo you want, Sparkle?"
"Hn. Don't think I don't know about your plan to become perfect. I know that you strive so hard everyday to look cute and smart and funny and nice when deep down you're nothing but a spoiled brat!"
"Nice zheory, Sparkle. Unfortunately, you 'ave gotten yourzelf confuzed with me."
"Nice what?"
"Zheory!"
"What's that!"
"Your stupid idea!"
"Oh wait, you're trying to say 'theory' aren't you?"
I hate this accent!
Entry Number Eighty-One:
I'm thinking to myself, right?
Ok…good…
Darn it! She's onto me!
Entry Number Eighty-Two:
Now, seriously, how to tell Boss that I don't have feelings for him…
If a certain orange and white haired Ham-Human wasn't so slow he could ask me out and we would be a couple and Boss could assume that I liked Hamtaro and not him.
Entry Number Eighty-Three:
Ask me out, already, Hamtaro!
Entry Number Eighty-Four:
"Bijou, how well can you sing?"
"Not well at all, Zandy!"
"…"
"What? It iz not my fault!"
"How are we supposed to make you look better than Sparkle now?"
"I zon't know."
"…!"
"What?"
Entry Number Eighty-Five:
"That iz what I zaid!"
"No, no, Bijou. You said 'zheory' and the proper term is theory."
"Zheory!"
"No, theory!"
"Girls, why aren't you practicing your dancing?"
"It's all Bijou's fault, coach! She can't speak!"
Entry Number Eighty-Six:
"Bijou, your pin cushion looks a little…odd…"
That's because it's not a pin cushion. It's a voodoo doll for Sparkle.
"You loser! I heard that!"
Entry Number Eighty-Seven:
Ok, this thinking out loud stuff is really getting old.
Nevertheless, stabbing pins into my voodoo doll is quite fun. If only it worked.
Entry Number Eighty-Eight:
"Znoozer, zoo you ever dream of me?"
"…Zzz…zzz…zzz…"
"Zoo you zee me as perfect in your dreams?"
"…Zzz…zzz…zzz…"
"Close enough."
Entry Number Eighty-Nine:
"'amtaro, what iz your vision of perfect?"
"Bijou, shouldn't we be working on the English project-"
"-no! Now tell me 'amtaro, what iz your version of perfect?"
"Well, my perfect day would be nice and hot, but not too hot, you know? Like a long sleeve shirt type of day. And my perfect pet would be a big, furry dog with orange and white spots. And my perfect car is…"
This is going to take a while.
Entry Number Ninety:
"And my perfect TV show is the one that comes on every Saturday…"
Entry Number Ninety-One:
"And my perfect computer would be a black…"
Entry Number Ninety-Two:
"And my perfect song would be…"
Entry Number Ninety-Three:
"And my perfect soup would be…"
Soup? Get to the perfect girl already!
"Ok, Bijou, if you really want to hear about my perfect girl."
This is one time I'm glad I thought aloud!
Entry Number Ninety-Four:
"She'd have to be fun, first of all. And nice, sweet, kind, loving, smart…."
Eck. It sounds like you're describing a candy. What kind of a girl is that…perfect?
Entry Number Ninety-Five:
:Oh, Hamtaro! I love the shirt you're wearing! It brings out the blue of your eyes and the red in your cheeks! And did I mention how swell your hair is today? And you look so devilishly strong with all those books in your hands!"
"Thanks, Sparkle!"
That kind of girl, that's who.
Swell? Are we living in the 50s?
Entry Number Ninety-Six:
I really have to tell Boss that I don't care for him that way.
Entry Number Ninety-Seven:
"Boss? We need to zalk."
"Sure, Bijou."
Entry Number Ninety-Eight:
I don't like you the way you like me. My heart belongs to someone else.
Entry Number Ninety-Nine:
He looks upset.
Cats! Did I just say I don't like him out loud?
Entry Number One Hundred:
"Yes, Bijou, you did."