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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<p>I shall write a song with that as a title. Thanks to Alia.. Alea.. Kindra’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 ‘ne’ a remnant from latin? Some Euro-folks use no as a question word, is that from the latin ne?) Needs work, though.</p>
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<p>I was all excited today, ‘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’s between Moondog and Kelly, though, and I’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’t feeling so hot and didn’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’m kinda worried for her. I’m hoping she’ll be alright.</p>
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<p>Tuesday, Moondog asked if we were ‘together’, for lack of a better word, and, since I’m pretty sure I feel that way, I said yes, but upon reading her journal (one of my daily rituals is to read everyone’s journal, even if there’s nothing new <em>OCD</em>) I found out she’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’ve mostly been distracted; too much Revier and school. Even so, though, I’m gonna try not to focus on that. I’d rather just try and be the best I can for her, so that, hopefully, we don’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’t sure then, but now I suppose that it’d be alright with me. It’s not like it isn’t fairly obvious already; and besides, it’s a good thing, a happy thing, and I don’t think hiding it’s particularly useful.. Hopefully, though, there aren’t any that will react like Danny did: rather violently.</p>
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<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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