Sylvia is... gonna be a rockstar

( Macmillans, Brian, Veronica, Boots )

( Fellow Victims )

So, in case this wasn't obvious... you don't sneak up on a Macmillan. It's just a fucking stupid idea. You do it, you get a stunner to the face. Or the arm. Or the shoulder. Whatever, it doesn't end well for you. So don't do it.

Also for any other stalkers out there, leave me the fuck alone. Consider yourself warned. You got off easy today Tim.

Oh and sorry for... after. Yeah. That's all.

Well that was embarassing. Fell asleep in class again today. Apparently, I actually started to snore, which is the part that's embarassing. I've slept in class before and the teacheres half expect it, depending on the course.

Got ANOTHER owl today from the med center to come see the psychologist. You'd think the bag of cat litter I sent them would tell them how I really felt about that.

( Private to Ernie/Asher )
( Private )

[entry written by dictation quill]

I'm alive.

Staying at St. Mungo's for the night. Don't really have much more to say than that. No, I don't remember anything so please don't even bother with that. I just want to go home

( Cut for scratch outs )


So, whoever it is with the gifts... either fess up or knock it off. I appreciate it but you're creeping me the fuck out I'm dying to know!

25th: Flowers with a love poem
26th: Box of candy with a teddy bear
27th: More White Lilies
28th: A collection of love poems and pictures of me in hearts and with wings
29th: A White Lily hair pin
Yesterday: A new guitar
Today: Champagne and strawberries delievered an hour ago.

This doesn't feel right any more

And here I thought my little stalker secret admirer had forgotten about little old me. Yesterday, found a single white lily with black and silver ribbon on it. Today, found a bottle of expensive perfume with some love poem attached. This is really starting to make me wonder, since, it's the perfume I always wanted to use but... never felt right about buying. I can't wait to try it.

Didn't feel like getting out of bed today. I mean, what's the point, so I can be a music teacher? That's not what I want with my life. Fuck... College is almost over and... and then what? I should be so much more right now... Finally dragged myself out of bed way late.

I got my nails done. I think they're pretty awesome.

( Pretty under the cut )

Mum broke out a few of our old letters to Santa. Ha! I love this one from when I was about 5, I think...Dad helped me write it. It starts out:

Dear Santa,

I can explain.

Ah the good old days.

Guess who got another boquet of flowers! This time they're beautiful white lilies! They were waiting for me outside my room this time! Still no note other than from a secret admirerer. Still, gotta say, pretty cool! They look so beautiful!

Best. Idea. EVER! Mini apple pies in wontons! I think I can officially die now, thanks Rachel.

Managed to snap a picture before she kicked me out. Apparently I was eating too many or something. So full now.

Kenziiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I need your help with a project. Think you'll have time tomorrow?

So did anyone else get a dozen red roses today? I came back to the dorm and the rommie said they were delivered while I was out. The card has a cute romantic note. No name though. So fess up! Who did it? I'm dying to find out.

Happy Birthday Dean! You'll be happy to know that, for this year only, I'm NOT going to prank you. On my word. Swear it. So you better open up my present on time this year.

After many attempts at designing a dress, I finally give. It’s not gonna happen. This means a shopping trip this weekend. Anyone want in?

( Private to Brian )

God damn swear if people don't stop setting off the fire alarms at 4 AM I'm going to kill someone. Really people? Seriously uncalled for and you need to cut that shit out. Or tell me what's going on and if it's serious so I can just turn up my music and sleep through it. One or the other.

Had a really weird dream last night. We were all in this medieval land. Everyone was there and had weird accents and jobs. It was very Wizard of Oz.

Ugh! Writer's block is a bitch! I was on this HUGE roll writing a bunch of new lyrics and... and then nothing. It was like I hit a wall. Damnit. It was going so well too! Well now how am I gonna get this done? I suppose I could work on homework... but ... that makes sense... fuck that.

Oh yeah, one last thing. Eolas Echo! May wanna pay attention to who's actually doing your fashion dos and don'ts. I DON'T WEAR SHORT HAIR! EVER! Yeah, never had a bob so not sure where that picture came from. Epic fail. You suck and I just laugh in the direction of your your epic attention to detail there.

However, you did point out the obvious in my eye candy status so points for that at least. Plus, gotta admit, Harper, you do look awesome. That said, seriously Bridgit, try again. This time why don't you actually look at what I'm wearing?

Well now THAT was interesting. Went to the Snooty Fox last night for a drink and saw some hit-wizards leading a guy away. He just kept screaming "I HAVE DEMOCRACTIC IMMUNITY!"

I'm so bored. I think I feel a plot forming in my head... mine is an evil laugh. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

( Application )