Dear Diary,
Today at school we planted bean sprouts. Why do we have to plant beans? I don't even like beans. Ivan Braginski wanted to plant sunflowers, but Toni and Francis and I reeeally didn't want that, so we tried to explain nicely how lame sunflowers would be but now we're all in trouble for making him cry. Ivan gets on my nerves.
I asked if we could plant baby trees, but the teacher said no. Sigh. So now we have to plant our stupid beans. Also, Gilbird is not allowed in school, apparently. Luckily for me, since when have I obeyed the rules? Kesesese!
Anyway, once we shoved a baby bean in some dirt and drowned it, it was time for recess. During recess, Antonio and I get wooing lessons from Francis. He says we could get a girl if we save her, so he had me push a girl down so I could pick up her books for her when they fell. Only then she just got mad at me.
Dear Diary,
West is learning more words. He knows "Gilbird" and "kesesese" and "West" now. He still calls me Gee-oo. I finally found out how to have fun with him. Spain gave me the idea. He said instead of being mean to Lovino, he tries to mold him instead. I could mold West! He could be just like me, only less awesome, of course. My own little sidekick. I knew there was a reason God dropped him down here!
(I abandoned my baby tree theory. Now I think God drops babies through invisible holes in their mommy's heads. That's why Mutti says a woman loses a bit of her mind each time she has another kid.)
So I'm teaching West the art of being awesome. I let him play with my garden gnomes sometimes, although he always has to put them back because they guard me from monsters at night. But then- who will guard West? Then it hit me. I will guard him! I moved his crib into my room- well, okay, I might have had some help from Toni and Francis and Gilbird, but it was really my awesome strength that got it going. I wonder what on earth my friends would do without me.
Now West is sound asleep in my room. He doesn't cry at night anymore, and I think it is because he knows he's with The Awesome Me now. Don't worry, kid, stay awesome and stick with me and you'll be fine. Heck, I might even give him the nation of Germany whenever I conquer the world.
Dear Diary,
My bean plant has yet to sprout. Everyone else's is sprouting, and I put wayyy more water than they did! Plus I didn't give it too much sun like the other kids, cause who would want to sprout into the terrible heat? (I know it's February, but I'm albino and I get hot real easy.)
Ivan's is growing like magic. He talks to it and sings to it and treats it like a baby. But I'm not all weird like him, I mean it's just a stupid plant.
Oh well, at least I have Gilbird, so I guess there's someone sane amongst us.