It has been several days since I bothered to write in this book, and I feel strangely guilty about it. Almost as if I am betraying Rose by not honoring my part of our foolish agreement. My life is so uneventful—for the most part—that I think it would bore anyone who might happen to read this were I to write in it every single day.
Not much has happened other than my never ending shifts around the academy. I did manage to break up a fight between two of the novices after Alto's theory class yesterday, but it's not as if it were a great challenge to separate two teenage boys—all I really had to do was step in between them and give them 'the look' and they both apologized and headed on their way. I almost wish they had continued fighting or perhaps even thrown a punch at me—at least it would have been a change from the tedium.
Ah well, such is the life of a guardian. Better to face the boredom of endless patrols than to be out in the world with the constant threat of a Strigoi attacking ones charge. That will happen soon enough, and then I'll probably look back on this time at the academy and mourn the loss of so much peace and quiet.
-DB