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Elizabeth + Patrick = Elizatrick

Dear...Entity. If you've somehow stumbled upon this blog and you know me.....GO AWAY! This is a diary! MY diary, to be precise. So go away.  Please and thank you. Now that we got that dealt with. I sometimes ask myself why I would choose to have an online BLOG diary instead of just...you know....writing in an actual notebook. But then after further pondering....I always come to the same conclusions: my hand gets lazy and I already have a bunp on my finger because of writing too much writing stationery doesn't always cooperate I could LOSE my writing stationery I have the option of pictures and gifs content is searchable there's something exciting about creating a new blog and publishing posts, even if no one will ever get to see them more reasons I can't think of right now But then....I inevitably remember the cons: someone I know could actually stumble upon this blog despite my efforts to keep it hidden (I think I'll set this blog as pri

April 13th, 2019 - He Passed

Dear Diary, So, it was pretty late. About 2:20 AM...and we were wrapping up our night.... Then my mom comes in, and starts talking at me for not drying my (already dry hair) it's tradition to dry hair, otherwise you get headaches you feel good now, but these things will build up as you get older (hello, McDonald's) it's also tradition not to shower on your period (don't shower on your period again) Isabelle isn't as stubborn as you you don't take care of yourself like other pretty girls do  So, yes, our goodnights were interrupted by my mom.  I come back, and I really need to vent.  He says okay, but just for a bit.  I decide it's better to let him sleep than vent at him for who knows how long.  I am terse.  We exchange simple goodnights.  Five minutes later, he asks if I'm really okay, and he'd stay up to listen.  I'm reminded of how much I love him.  Wow, he passed a test I didn't know I was gi

May 24th, 2017 - All I Want...Is To Talk To Him

Dear Diary, Last night we talked until...late-ish?  I didn't expect him to still be up after my shower since he told me he was pretty tired. I wasn't tired, but I felt like I should go to sleep fairly soon. Things didn't go according to plan. Gosh, now that I think of it...I'm so vain....I really only want to sleep earlier so that my eye bags won't get any worse.

May 23rd, 2016 - He's Mad

Dear Diary, The day of the interview was today...is today. Remember all that fuss about him going/not going to prom?  Well...today was the interview...to see if the principal liked him enough to allow him to go.  I knew he would have no problems with this...he's such a great speaker...person.  Everything went well. The vice-principal who was supposed to interview him was busy in a meeting, so the female vice-principal interviewed him instead.  I was kinda hoping for the other guy, I'm sure he would have been a lot more fun...maybe he would even threaten him a little.  Oh wells.

May 22nd, 2017 - He's "Decided"

Dear Diary, Today is quite possibly the saddest day of my life.  The words I've been dreading to hear...have finally been said. Today started out like any other day. Except I was happy!  Happier than usual!  Especially happy when he finally got back from his hiking trip.  Happy, happy, happy. Fast forward a few hours later....and I end up finding out that his mom told him to pay the deposit for Waterloo.  Tonight. My heart sank.....so....so....low.

May 2nd, 2017 - PROM

Dear Diary, Today, could have been a good day.  I had some challenges such as reciting poetry at the annual coffee house, and teachers to confront about my absence on Friday (I missed a math test I wasn't prepared for.  I also had a GT interview. All that turned out okay!  And Patrick did his exam today, and he seemed like he was happy with how it turned out!  We both celebrated together during the beginning of second block. Then everything else happened pretty uneventfully, which was great!  Then I got jealous of my sister when she decided that she would rather work on PARTNER acro tricks with a friend of mine for NEXT year's dance show instead of practicing the chinese dance I have with her for THIS year's show.  I'm hurt. After school, I complained to Patrick about my day. Suffice to say, it didn't go well*. * and I won't even mention how he mentioned something about feeling like he wasn't to enough for me.  And to that, I say HA!  Not enough f

March 28th, 2017 - Oooooooooeeeeeee!

Dear Diary, Boy, oh boy did I have fun today!  My mom let me meet Patrick!  After I finished my chemistry midterm, she said she wanted to reward me....so I asked to see Patrick!  And she didn't say no!  I also said she could give me the phone Isabelle wanted to use (but was locked) so that I could give it to him to try to unlock because he is a technology genius.  Genius, I tell you! So.  After school, I waited for mom to bring me food...and I sat in the car while I waited for Patrick to get here.  My original plan was to wait in the library...but...oh wells.  I ate the buns and the delicious mango pudding tart....then I waited for him to come!  Every SUV that passed by made me nervous.... could that be him?  Could THAT be him?!  Ohmygosh, I think that's him!  Hide!

March 25th, 2017 - I'm going to message him today

Dear Diary, Actually, wait....no.  Scratch that.  Should I address these "letters" to him instead? Let's try it. Dear Patrick, I had work experience today, so I thought it would be a good idea to try not checking Messenger again today.  Of course, you didn't know that, so if you try to message me....I'll have an excuse....

March 24th, 2017 - Day 3 of Silence

Dear Diary, .....it's been three days and I still haven't heard a single word from him. I couldn't sleep last night.  My heart ached so much.  I also had a stomachache, a strange kinda....also from his absence, maybe?  I kept thinking.....what if this really is the end? After all we've been through....this CAN'T be the end....right?