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Post by latikono on Nov 21, 2005 8:26:06 GMT -5
^^;; I'm sorry! I honestly have typed up half the next chapter and I really wanna get it done, but I'm just so distracted. Boyfriend + school = A whole lot less time to sit down and write.
I'll get it done this week, I swears!
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Post by scotsrockgod on Nov 21, 2005 23:39:31 GMT -5
^^;; I'm sorry! I honestly have typed up half the next chapter and I really wanna get it done, but I'm just so distracted. Boyfriend + school = A whole lot less time to sit down and write. I'll get it done this week, I swears! I hear you. Post when you can, but we're all definitely looking forward to the next chapter. |
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Post by blueshade on Nov 22, 2005 0:05:36 GMT -5
wahoo im on board! ;D
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Post by §ilvercell on Nov 22, 2005 19:08:19 GMT -5
ok,we'll forgive you..........................for now.
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Post by latikono on Nov 25, 2005 18:49:35 GMT -5
Oct. 3, WED 3:45pm Subject: He's Such a Character! Yes, yes he is. Jonathan Crane is by far the oddest, weirdest boy I have ever met. Oh, I'm so excited to tell you, Diary, but I'll hold off any spoilers! This morning I woke up half an hour earlier than usual, just so I had extra time to get myself ready. I put on a tad bit more makeup than usual (all I usually wear is lip gloss and maybe eye shadow, nothing more) and I dressed to impress. Mm-hm! I was ready to grab some eyes and attention, Diary, because today, I just felt like it! The sad thing is though, I'm more likely to attract the attention of my own girl peers and friends than the boys, ugh. They're so ignorant, they hardly ever notice unless my breasts are hanging out and I've got a lot of skin showing. And yet us women still get ourselves looking our best. Pfft . . . It's a harsh cycle. To tell you the truth, and to be straight out honest, I was dressing to impress Jon.  But he wasn't in class today, first or second period.  Can you just sense how pissed off and disappointed I was? I was so bummed that he was absent, I depressed myself just thinking about how stupid I must have looked to anyone observant! During lunch, I was really out of it - I didn't even feel like talking to Beth or Laura, so I took a detour from the usual lunch root to wander the campus and calm down. I mean, I hate it when other girls get all pissy and emotional, and I'd rather not be a hypocrite. Oh my goodness, Diary, what a stroke of luck! And what an unusually morbid sight as well! When I came by the student parking lot behind the theater arts building, there was Jon! The odd part though was that he was hunched over a bonfire-looking thing like a caveman. O.o I had no clue what he was doing, so with a bit of hesitation, I approached and greeted him. Jon turned only his head and gave a nod with that expressionless face of his, otherwise paying great attention to the fire. When I asked him what on Earth he was doing, he muttered quite bitterly, "One of the administrators confronted my fifth period instructor yesterday, and openly ridiculed me in front of the class. So this morning, I broke into the teacher's lounge just behind the front office, snuck into the mail room, and snatched all I could that belonged to that particular admin. What you see before you are the remains on his labor at this establishment. I pray he rots six feet under." I know that's not the most amusing thing in the world, but somehow, it struck a funny bone in me, and I giggled. I mean, its not every day that this seemingly shy, geek-y kid suddenly goes berserk and executes a pretty foul method of revenge, heh. That just made me like Jon more (though made me wary to not piss him off, ever. Ha ha!). Talk about role reversals! I wanted to get out of there before a wandering admin could see the blazing sight Jon deftly conjured, but before I could even begin a temporary word of farewell, Jon addressed me. "Do you like me?" He stood up, dusted off the seat of his slacks, and faced me, standing quite close (well, for me it was close, like four feet away). Those stunning blue eyes of his looked directly into mine - I never really processed how tall he was compared to me either; I think he's around 6'00" or 6'02" . . . but anyway . . . I couldn't lie. I'm a terrible liar. I'm sure my face was beet red when I smiled and replied timidly, "Mmm . . . Ya . . ." Taking a few slow steps forward, his eyes relaxed and his attractive lips spread into a charming smile. He replied, "Really?" And I of course nodded and confirmed. Heh, then he asked once more and I again confirmed, taking several steps back to counter his shyly. Gosh what a thrill! I was so distracted by Jon's bright blue hues that I didn't notice that a wandering teacher had finally noticed the gigantic fire in the middle of the parking lot. I heard the man shout pretty frantically, obviously shocked by this, and man it almost gave me a heart attack! I turned around and instinctively was about to explain and defend Jon, but the guy didn't look too ready to hear a student's meaningless plight. I didn't realize it at the time, but Jon had already known, so he grabbed my wrist and pulled me off with him as he ran down the sidewalk towards the street and off campus. (Holy crap, I know! Talk about thrilling and interesting story to tell to my friends!) The teacher was yelling after us, but his voice got further and further away behind me - He was dealing with the fire. Jon and I ducked behind the wood shop building wedged just beside the swimming pool, which was a pretty good hiding spot since there was nothing back there worth checking out. Needless to say, sometimes couples went back there during lunch to make out, but anyway . . . Yup yup, Jon, for a few fast moments after that run (and he is one fast guy - The track coach would love him as a sprinter), held my hand. His was a little dirty from putting together that fire and keeping it going I'm sure, but it was still nice to feel that warmth of his skin on mine. In the back of my mind, I just wanted to grab and hug him tightly. (JESUS, I am so infatuated! What's wrong with me? I never fall for a guy this fast!) After a few moments, he looked over at me when he's regained his breath and apologizes if he gets me in trouble. Frankly, I don't mind because I'm just so preoccupied with him being so close. Then, you won't believe this Diary . . . Jon compliments my outfit! Just like that, right out in the open! Eek!  He just says right off, "You look really nice today." And that's not the best part. Then he adds as he glances off to keep a look out for the admin, "Then again, you look nice every day." Wow. I've never really been treated like that before . . . I mean, I know it's probably not anything special, but . . . just . . . I dunno. I've never had a guy be that open with me before. It's the most shallow area to be complimented, but still . . . Heh. And then he proceeds to flirt with me! I never would have thought him to have all that much charisma, but boy, he can really woo girls! Jon then asks me as we continue to hide, "Don't you find me awkward?" And he said this as he looked back directly into my eyes with his beauties. I reply with a genuine smile from ear to ear (as I tucked a strand of my long, dirty blonde hair behind my ear in a sort of flirty way  ), "Well, I can't lie . . . You are pretty eccentric. But that just adds to your charm." At first I regretted saying that, but he didn't seem to mind. I think he took it as a real compliment too, yay! Anyway Diary, I'm growing tired . . . I want to go and put together some more nice outfits just for Jon. To wrap up, after a while, I returned to class and Jon ditched again. Nicole Bettis (remember, she's the major wh*re) interrogated me on the walk home from school, asking me what I saw in Jon and being a nosey biatch. I told her off of course. Talk about rude. I wonder what tomorrow holds in store, hmm? And I wonder if I can work up the courage to ask Jon out, at least before he asks me out. I mean, that is, if he's going to ask me out, not like I'm flattering myself and expecting it . . . I'll shut up now. Ahh! Ciao! |
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Post by latikono on Nov 26, 2005 19:14:53 GMT -5
Oct. 4, THURS 1:22pm Subject: He's a Genius! Diary, every day gets better and better! This morning when I was headed to my first period class, I saw Jonathan sitting in the small alcove by the door with a book open in his lap. He was hunched over doing some work and looked pretty into it, but I also saw several of the mean girls surrounding him. He looked like he was ignoring them, but as I approached - Can you believe THIS, Diary - I heard them sarcastically flirting with him! Not serious flirting, but they were almost mocking him and harassing him! Grrr, why can't they just leave him alone?! They were saying stuff like, "Oh, Jonathan, you can bring any woman to her knees." and "Ya Jon, you're so-o-o smart." You'd think it was compliments, but the looks on their faces, the tones of their voices, and the way they laughed said otherwise. I was ready to kick all their asses, had they not scattered when I approached. Hmph! I said hi to him, but he seemed really distracted. I decided not to talk to him and bother him, but when I looked over to what he was doing, he was finishing up the last page of book work in the damned thing. I am so serious - He's a friggan' genius. I couldn't even understand anything of what he was writing down. It all looked like Chinese symbols to me! And I'm enrolled in the friggan' class! Sheesh! It made me feel pretty dumb. But it also made me wonder . . . What does Jonathan Crane see in me? I mean, why'd he pick me out from the crowd? There are tons of smarter girls than me, a lot prettier and nicer too I'm sure. He seems like the type of guy that needs a strong, intelligent, cunning type of gal. I'm . . . Well, I like to think of myself as weak, dumb, and tactless, heh. I'm half tempted to ask him why he likes me, just to get facts straight. I was going to too, but the bell rang and Jon suddenly shut the book and stood up. I open the door to head in, but Jon starts to head down the hallway. I called after him, "Jon, where are you going?" He replies that he's going home, and when I ask why, he calls back as he continues walking, "I've already learned everything worth learning in the class. Therefore, it's of no use to me." He did all that book work since the other day! Damn! Genius, Diary, he's a genius! . . . But without Jon there for first and second period, I was bored. At lunch, I figured he was still at home like he said, so I didn't bother keeping that eye out for him. I went and grabbed a salad then went to sit with my friends. Beth and Laura were already in a uproar and gossiping. They tried to get me into it with this whole Jon thing, but I just kept my mouth shut and ate. As far as they know, Jon and I are only peers. (They didn't really buy that though, so I lied and said we were lab partners in science. Ha.) But you won't believe this, Diary . . . I feel a tap on my shoulder, and when I turn around, Jon's hovering over me!! I can just feel my cheeks get hot, and I was so surprised to see him that I almost spit out my food. He just takes my arm and asks for a private chat, and duh, of course I go! He takes me to this shady spot under a tree, and at first we just share chit chat back and forth. Nothing really important, but then he asked me out on a date!! XD EEK!! And I accepted! YEEEEEK!!! Does that mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend now, Diary? Oh I do hope so! Oh, I'm so excited! We agreed to meet at this nice restaurant called My Florist, Saturday at 7pm - Stupid name, I know, but I hear the food's fantastic. Five star restaurant I think . . . At first I didn't want to because a good restaurant means it's expensive, but he was stubborn in convincing me. I swear, he's really sweet. To add on to that sweet factor, he had even apologized for being distant this morning. Cue the romantic sigh, heh. I head back to my friends - They of course ask about what Jon and I discussed, and I of course lie and say that he only wanted to know what we did in science the other day he missed it. I know this was a short update, Diary, but the rest of the event-less day was boring, I honestly have nothing more to say. Unless you prefer me to just ramble for pages about Jonathan, that is. |
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Post by scotsrockgod on Nov 27, 2005 22:56:48 GMT -5
The voice here is great, it never falters. I feel very ambivalent about this Crane. For example, What does Jonathan Crane see in me? I mean, why'd he pick me out from the crowd? There are tons of smarter girls than me, a lot prettier and nicer too I'm sure. He seems like the type of guy that needs a strong, intelligent, cunning type of gal. I wonder this too. Is he going to use her in some cruel experiment? Or does he really like her? We shall see. |
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Post by ohiouniversitygirl on Nov 28, 2005 3:41:34 GMT -5
I agree with scotsrockgod...I'm very excited to see what young jonathan crane has in mind. ;D
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Post by latikono on Dec 9, 2005 18:47:57 GMT -5
Oct. 5, FRI 12:40pm Subject: He's My Hero! Jonathan wasn't in math again. I didn't mind so much - I'm starting to get used to his absence - But what did annoy me was the teacher talking about him in a way that was totally not flattering. He was saying things about Jonathan being a total genius and one of the best academic students he had ever seen, but then he suddenly talks about how he's a slacker and underneath his brain is just another one of the dumb kids. Rude! Then he goes in on Jon's personal life, and about how he's a recluse and eccentric and such. What a jerk. He should mind his own damned business! Anyway, enough of that . . . Today was the day to dissect that dead frog in science. Gross. Not like I'm scared, but I was told that it was all juicy and smelly inside . . . Cue the vomit. We grouped up and of course I had no partner, so was set to work in a group of three with these two other snobby, $l*tty girls who I hate and were whining more than a preteen girl on PMS. But, you won't believe this Diary - Jonathan walks in just as I'm laying the knife down onto its belly. What a relief! Talk about good timing, too! I forget what the hell I'm doing and (I can't believe I was doing this) just stare at him with this expression like, "I've missed you and I'm so happy to see you!" Typical house wife type thing, right? Then it gets better - He puts his stuff down, goes straight to me, and asks in this sweet, nonchalant kind of way, "Hey Rhoda, do you want to be my partner?" My immediate response; "Yessir." So, I'm happy, he seems in a good mood, and we get to cut open dead, rubbery carcasses. Fun! I opted to do the cutting while he instructed me on the procedure as the hand out laid it down. As soon as I got through that taut green skin though, man, that smell just rose up and choked me. It's horrible, and by far the worst smell I've ever . . . well, smelled. The only thing I could only imagine to be worse would be a rotting human carcass. The fat underneath was yellow and looked like bubbles, and bore quite a resemblance to corn kernels still lined up on the ear. And yes, it was juicy and moist, which mainly caused the odor. All the girls were squealing and whining of course, but I was pretty fine with it, mainly because Jonathan was right by my side, watching my every move, hee hee. Anyway, bladdy bla. I finally get to the part where I have to take out the stomach and examine its contents. The stomach itself was kind of balloon-like in a fat crescent moon shape. I sliced it in half the long way, right along the middle, and opened it up into two halves. Suddenly my calm composure just flew out the window though, because in the black mess I found inside, I somehow managed to pick out and notice a dead baby scorpion. I totally freaked out and dropped it, and leapt back like a cat standing on a bonfire. It's fine to look at from a distance, but up close and practically touching it like that was just . . . horrible. Ugh. I was so shocked and frightened that I started crying too - Gosh, I'm so embarrassed. Of all the things in the world that a normal person would be afraid of, my only phobia is of bugs. Jonathan quickly came over and embraced me - Though I was still terrified, I must admit, I felt really warm and cozy in his arms, and I felt his chin rest on my head as he told me it would be alright and he comforted me. He's a sweetheart, I'll say once again, Diary. Well, after that nightmarish class, lunch rolls around and Jon asks me to go with him off campus to grab some fast food. This was really awesome, because I got to talk to him and get to know him more personally. We talked about mostly general stuff though, like the bullies at school and how Jon doesn't mind the bullying . . . as far as he says. I dunno about that one. Most of the time he seems really, really ticked off by it. But whatever . . . Out of the blue, Jon asks about my phobia for bugs. So, naturally, I just describe it casually, like all the little details. I can't stand touching them, being near them, or anything like that, but looking from a distance is okay. Otherwise, I'm a huge wuss. I also went into a bit of detail about how I got the phobia from when I was a kid and my neighbor chucked a whole jar of spiders on my head. I stopped halfway through my story though, since Jon was sort of weirding me out with his fascination. I mean, he was really looking at me intently and honestly listening, and encouraging me to go on with, "Yes?" and the occasional "Mmmm." I just figured I'd instead ask about his phobias or irrational fears, and he claimed to have none. That conversation ended there, oddly. We grabbed lunch - I got fries and a cheeseburger and he opted for a huge salad - Then we walked back to campus. Jon ditched class again, so I went alone and was, of course, bored and lonely. All I could think about then was what his deal is with fear. I mean, first the frog dissecting thing and how it's only fun when it's alive and reactive, then about my fear of bugs. Weird, weird kid . . . But I still like him. Anyway Diary, tomorrow's the big day! My date with Jonathan Crane! I probably won't get to write it down until Sunday, so . . . until we meet again! |
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Post by §ilvercell on Dec 9, 2005 19:28:54 GMT -5
is he going to be scary in this one?
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Post by latikono on Dec 9, 2005 22:17:41 GMT -5
Well, my genre is romance and, at the same time, mystery . . . ^^ You'll see.
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Post by blackberry on Dec 27, 2005 14:24:47 GMT -5
ah! I'm SO loving this story! I love the whole diary concept and everything but...gosh, I hope he doesn't break her heart or something...or she break his! More, please?? Lol! Your such a talented writer and I really love the story!
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Post by scarequeen on Aug 17, 2009 15:43:07 GMT -5
Great story! Write more, pleasssse?
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Post by michelle14 on Oct 25, 2010 22:18:49 GMT -5
WHY DID YOU STOP!!!!?!?!? I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE BIG DATE!!!
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But he wasn't in class today, first or second period. 
Can you just sense how pissed off and disappointed I was? I was so bummed that he was absent, I depressed myself just thinking about how stupid I must have looked to anyone observant! During lunch, I was really out of it - I didn't even feel like talking to Beth or Laura, so I took a detour from the usual lunch root to wander the campus and calm down. I mean, I hate it when other girls get all pissy and emotional, and I'd rather not be a hypocrite.
He just says right off, "You look really nice today." And that's not the best part. Then he adds as he glances off to keep a look out for the admin, "Then again, you look nice every day." Wow. I've never really been treated like that before . . . I mean, I know it's probably not anything special, but . . . just . . . I dunno. I've never had a guy be that open with me before. It's the most shallow area to be complimented, but still . . . Heh. And then he proceeds to flirt with me! I never would have thought him to have all that much charisma, but boy, he can really woo girls!
), "Well, I can't lie . . . You are pretty eccentric. But that just adds to your charm." At first I regretted saying that, but he didn't seem to mind. I think he took it as a real compliment too, yay!
