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Also, I noticed that I completely messed up my numbers. So this chapter with start at day 311, just for convenience sake. Sorry about that. Human error. Whoops.
Chapter 12
Day Three Hundred and Eleven
Baradir left today, but before he went he pulled me aside and told me something very weird.
"Candes," he said, "I have been good friends with Gorvon for years. And he has never been close with a girl or woman (and he is close to very few girls or women) and not, at some point, referred to her as his sister. I know he considers you two close, but he has not once compared you in any way to any form of relation."
I am not sure that helped any.
Day Three Hundred and Twelve
I didn't do much today, but I've been thinking a lot.
I've had three steady boyfriends in my life. The first was Vince Carmen, who was this totally sexy guy at my school. He was in my math class and was kind of dumb, and that was the only class I was at all competent in so he usually asked for my help. We went to homecoming together and the rest is history. We broke up when I heard that Becky Sharp liked him and got a little jealous and possessive. Hey, I was a sophomore, sue me. Anyways, he got sick of it and dumped me.
Then came Toby, who I was like, completely stupid around. He was the quarterback and I was head cheerleader, so everyone expected us to date. Anyways, I had this whole elaborate plan to sleep with him at Junior prom, but then this goth girl Lisa, who was like, his childhood friend or something, confessed to im and he dumped me. I guess for them it was like a romance movie, but let me tell you, it sucks to be the wrong choice. I always feel sorry for the 'bitchy' girls in movies where the unpopular girl gets the guy. They're essentially trash for liking someone. Sorry, tangent.
Last came Brett, who I dumped only five weeks before turning up here. He was a graphics designer or something and I met him at the local coffee shop. He was sexy in a dirty hobo kind of way; he was always reading Hemingway and talking about the greater themes of life and once tricked me into a late night showing of East of Eden, which wasn't bad, but he had promised me we were going to see Some Like it Hot. I ended things with him because he made me feel dumb and that's something I feel enough already.
Here's the thing; with all of these guys, I thought I was in love. Even when I moved on I always looked back and said; "yeah, I did love him." I really truly thought, all these years, that I would always have a piece of me that loved them.
Thinking of them in comparison to Gorvon, I want to laugh. It's like comparing Taco Bell meat to Steak. I can honestly say "Nope, not love. Never loved any of them, really."
and that's what makes this ll the worse.
Day Three Hundred and Sixteen
Gorvon is forty-seven, meaning he is twenty-five years older than me. I want this to gross me out, but it doesn't, because he's a Dúnedain and they have weird lifespans (another reason it won;t work and I need to get over him).
I mean, Aragorn in like, eighty.
In other news, Glaewron taught me how to make a remedy for the common cold that, when served with soup, almost guarantees health within a few days. And since I a the Queen of soups (with not just Onion, but chicken, tomato, goat, cheese, chicken, and vegetable soups masted), I feel very confident that I can help with colds.
Day Three Hundred in Seventeen
while my love life may be in shambles, my culinary skills are improving, and I have succeeded the impossible.
After many days of trial and error, of perfecting the pastry, combining spices to form a sauce, and testing out different cheeses, I have accomplished the thing to vanquish all cravings; I have recreated Pizza rolls.
Day Three Hundred and Twenty
I spent the day with Glaewron and Glorfindel, looking up old cures used back before the time of the ring. I kept on getting sidetracked by interesting facts and Glorfindel ended up just giving me a history lesson, with Glaewron looking mildly annoyed but amused.
It's good to have distractions, I think.
Day Three Hundred and Twenty Two
Erestor was the first of the elves to brave the pizza rolls, and he did it mostly to be nice because he had snapped at me for making a really, truly awful pun.
He said "These are good," but in such a tone of shock that it sort of canceled out the compliment.
Day Three Hundred Twenty Five
I sort of had a crying day; you know when homesickness just completely overtakes you.
I just lay in bed and sobbed. I think everyone knew to give me space.
Day Three Hundred and Thirty
Sorry, my little crying spell lasted longer than I thought.
I'm at lunch now, but I realized I haven't written in a while.
Oh, look, a Dúnedain just showed up-
oh. it's him.
More later.
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