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June 27th, 1916

16:01

Disposition- Freaking out!

Dear Diary,

Please cover your ears (or whatever you do to ignore me) so you don't have to hear/see/whatever this.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GOD DAMN HAVOC! AHHHHH! EEEEEEEE! HHHHHEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPP! ! HOW COULD YOU, YOU IDIOT!

I'd do more, but my hand hurts. :/

Bad news. Very, very, bad news. Havoc set me up on a date with THE WRONG PERSON! I should've known from the last conversation, but NO, I didn't get it! Who does the entire military call the Ice Queen, including me! NONE OTHER THAN OILVIER MIRA ARMSTRONG! I'M GONNA DIE!

WHY THE HELL WOULD HE THINK I LOVE HER! I BARELY HAVE GRUDGING RESPECT FOR HER! SHE TERRIFIES ME! AHHHHHHHHHHH!

Ok, now that I've had a chance to regain my sanity, I have a mind TO MURDER HAVOC.

Yes, yes, you may wonder why I am so emotional, since I am usually the strong and silent type. The strong, silent, and sexy type. ;)

Havoc was under the dumbass impression that I was in love with Major General Armstrong. Apparently she's visiting Central for the month and Havoc thought it was the time to set us up!

AND SHE SAID YES! WHY THE HELL DID SHE SAY YES!

What if Armstrong's interested in me? I'm not sure which Armstrong would be worse, to tell the truth! If Olivier is interested, she'll KILL me if I reject her! All the fire in the world won't save me! I AM SO SCREWED!

…Although I think she is better than Alex. I'm not into muscley guys.

Or, er, guys at all, I mean…

It was just a little while in the Academy alright! No need to embarrass me, you asshole of a diary! Shut up! And I'm not getting defensive! I was young and Hughes was hot!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY DAY JUST GETS WORSE!

What am I going to do! How am I going to get out of this!

Maybe I should just go on the date, screw it up, and have her kick my ass. Then I can point out to Havoc that he did not indeed set me up on a date with the love of my life and get out of growing a moustache. And after that I'll grow the balls to ask Riza out.

Haha, yeah right.

Maybe I should.

I won't.

I will!

I can't!

It's been fifteen years!

Shut up!

Stop arguing with yourself!

I think Fuery and Falman are staring at me funny, plus my hand is cramping, so I'm gonna stop writing and go play a game against Breda to avoid paperwork. And lose, of course.

Lots and lots and lots of man-filled love,

Brigadier General Roy Mustang

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