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<p>I shall write a song with that as a title. Thanks to Alia.. Alea.. Kindra&rsquo;s sister; <em>Umlauts make me cry / diacritics make me die / es-tsets I can deal with / along with thorn and edh / but, lord only knows / umlauts make me cry.</em> Bluesey, ne? (Is &lsquo;ne&rsquo; a remnant from latin? Some Euro-folks use no as a question word, is that from the latin ne?) Needs work, though.</p>
<p>I was all excited today, &lsquo;cause I was gonna see Moondog. Of course, I did, and it was exciting, but there was a Problem with Kelly about which I knew next to nothing, so that put a bit of a damper on the evening. That&rsquo;s between Moondog and Kelly, though, and I&rsquo;ll let them work it out. Mostly, however, Moondog just tickled me (or tried to, depending on how on my guard I was) and/or <lj user="vulpinepilot"></lj> (poor <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> wasn&rsquo;t feeling so hot and didn&rsquo;t come.. <em>luv</em>). The night ended with her having a big argument with Kelly and coming out of it rather worse for the wear. We parted soon after, and now I&rsquo;m kinda worried for her. I&rsquo;m hoping she&rsquo;ll be alright.</p>
<p>Tuesday, Moondog asked if we were &lsquo;together&rsquo;, for lack of a better word, and, since I&rsquo;m pretty sure I feel that way, I said yes, but upon reading her journal (one of my daily rituals is to read everyone&rsquo;s journal, even if there&rsquo;s nothing new <em>OCD</em>) I found out she&rsquo;s going through some of the same fears I am (mainly of hurting/being hurt by someone), though she seems to be having a tougher time of it. To be honest, I&rsquo;ve mostly been distracted; too much Revier and school. Even so, though, I&rsquo;m gonna try not to focus on that. I&rsquo;d rather just try and be the best I can for her, so that, hopefully, we don&rsquo;t have to deal with those fears <em>luv</em>. Also, she asked (today at coffee) whether or not we should be open about the whole.. relationship (mateship? Is mate a good word in this case?) thing at OASOS. I wasn&rsquo;t sure then, but now I suppose that it&rsquo;d be alright with me. It&rsquo;s not like it isn&rsquo;t fairly obvious already; and besides, it&rsquo;s a good thing, a happy thing, and I don&rsquo;t think hiding it&rsquo;s particularly useful.. Hopefully, though, there aren&rsquo;t any that will react like Danny did: rather violently.</p>
<p>Other than that, today was an agonizing stretch of Revier all the way through, interspersed with depressing moments of math and bio. Tomorrow is the fourth quarter run-through, so I have to actually stay. Save me.</p>
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