Play That Funky Music, Ye Caucasians.

Sorry, guys. It's been a while since I contacted the 'real world'. All of this seems so fake and dumb, and oh yeah, I hate it. Every bit and piece. I miss home. I miss my friends and family. I miss reality.

I found out today that back home, it's the middle of winter. It's only been about a week, and it's been MONTHS back home. I'm going to miss Junior Prom, which I'm heartbroken about since Gavin was going to take me. Speaking of Gavin, I think I need to face it - It's probably over by now. He didn't ever really care anyways.

Okay. New subject. Ugh.

Alis left right before the whole 'Introduction to all of your fake subjects', as Elemere cheerily put it, and got back early this morning bearing gifts. I was up nursing a grudge in my room (more on that later), so she snuck up there and pulled out this cool bag of stuff she'd bought for me in my own time period, as kind of a Welcome-to-your-sucktastic-destiny Gift. In it was an MP3 player, which she informed me with pride, was already loaded with two gigabytes of pure amazingness, a beagle puppy named Disaster, and a necklace with a giraffe with emerald eyes dangling from a white-gold chain.
If I haven't mentioned it already, Alis is kind of freakishly awesome.

As for my grudge-nursing, it was totally Kylan's fault. In the middle of one of the stupid French lessons that he'd been forced to sit in with me, though he knew it all, Mikkel got exasperated because I couldn't understand what he was trying to say, so he asked Kylan to give an example sentence in French using the words he was explaining.

"Seulement les idiots ne sauraient pas dire la robe, mais il est facile de comprendre ceci, puisque Trey est un."
Rough Translation: "Only idiots can't say "dress", but it's easy to understand, since Trey's one."

So, yeah, I stormed off and skipped my Old English lesson from up in my room/chamber/pièce. I hate him.

I don't know what's going on with Kylan. He was funny and witty until yesterday, when his mood just suddenly went black and he stopped trying to have fun. He seems really annoyed and ticked off at everyone, with no exception to Elemere, but only Sendrick's gone up to him about it. I'd never actually heard him talk until now, but it was pretty obvious he was as fed up with Kylan's mood as everyone else was. He'd even obviously heard about the French incident, and started yelling at him for being a "complete dolt! You disrespect everyone you're supposed to be practically bowing down to, including the girl who's supposed to be a princess! What kind of idiot wants to blow his own cover..." And so on.

Suffice to say, it still hasn't taken affect on him yet. I tried to thank Sendrick, or at least make some kind of small talk, but he won't even look at me.

Again, I want to go home.

As for the Introduction to "my public", it was boring. I had to make a phony, pre-written speech that Fred penned for me, and then everyone cheered. Amen, people.
Amen. It worked. No big deal.

Elemere and Alis came up to the room after lunch, and said they had a surprise for me tomorrow night, which I'm actually almost exicted for.

So right now, I'm up in my tower (which, as ironic and Disney as that sounds, is totally true - My room's in a tower. But as far as I've seen, everyone's is.), silently rocking out to Three Doors Down.

How weird does that sound? "Thou shalt not believe it, but I am rocking out to Three Doors Down."

Oh, and Disaster says hi. I'm pretty sure he hates it here, too. Poor puppy. Deidre already left a bite-mark on his ear.

Informally, and with absolute regret,
TAMF