(a/n: ANY WORDS WITH ^ ON EITHER SIDE MEANS IT'S KIKI'S WRITING...ANY WORDS WITH ~ON EITHER SIDE MEANS IT'S JEREMIAH'S WRITING...thanx!!!)

Feb. 11, 2008

February, the month of love. I hate this stupid month. Frills, pink, hearts, and roses....bleh. Nobody needs one day to express their love for someone. I've always hated Valentine's Day. This year will be worse. It's the day before Homecoming. I'm really stressing out. I mean, I'm going to be wearing a dress and heels. I don't know if I'll end up going. I'm thinking of skipping the dance, even though Mum bought a dress and I promised everyone I'd go. I don't know if I can go. I can't dance and the sight of me in a dress will be damaging to everyone's eyes. Blindness, here comes my friends!

Signed,
Violet S. Keeling


^Feb. 11, 2008^

^Violet! My neurotic sister! He he. Yes, tis I! Kiki, Neurotic Journal thief extraordinaire! Our friends and I are enjoying reading your stories proving your neurosis.^ ~Vye, you're going to Homecoming!~ ^Sorry, Jeremiah stole the pen. *glares at him* Anywho, the blackmail plan is working! Aaron is doing our chores for the month. *evil laugh*

I hope that you soon realize you're neurotic so we won't have to keep trying to prove it to you. He he.^ ~You will see, Vye~ ^Damn it, Jeremiah! Stop stealing the pen! I'll get a volleyball. Anyway, see you laters you neurotic sister, you. He he. I'm just so witty, yes? Your boyfriend doesn't seem to think so.

Hugs to you,
Kiki (and the other crazies we call friends)^


Feb. 12, 2008

Kiki and the other stole my journal; and, they read it!!! Plus, Jeremiah and Kiki wrote in it. This is supposed to be my journal. Where I keep my PERSONAL thoughts and feelings! They've no right. I know they want to keep an eye on my "neurosis". This is still MY journal. It's not ours, it's mine!

Kiki just told me to stop obsessing because it's a sign of neurosis. I'm not obsessing! It just bothers me that they would do this. I'm not neurotic; and, I'm not obsessing! I'm not...

Signed,
Violet S. Keeling


Feb. 13, 2008

God, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Please, someone, shoot me! I'm glad I'm not the only person in this town that hates this day. Well, that day. It's not V-Day yet. I think that the people at Hallmark should die. It's their fault that Valentine's Day is the way it is. Stupid, greedy, money-makers. How can they support a pointless "holiday"? Oh, I know...money. They do it for the money; all in the name of money! Stupid, greedy bastards.

I tripped on the coat hanger in our hall today. (I don't know how I did it). Luckily for me, Kiki was the only one here. Of course, she wasted no time in telling our friends. They enjoy the fact that I am very clumsy. (I'm still NOT neurotic.)

Signed,
Violet S. Keeling


Feb. 14, 2008

Valentine's Day. Horrid excuse for a holiday. Everyone was getting and giving pinks, reds, and whites. All amounts of roses could be seen. The best part of the day was the looks on my friend faces when they saw their Valentine's Day gifts. There, among the pinks, reds, laces, and frills were five black roses taped to five lockers. They stuck out beautifully. My friends didn't need to ask who they were from; they all knew. I spent most of the day in the library. I straightened the books on the shelves.

Tomorrow is Homecoming. I don't think I should go, but I will. I promised. Of course I could break the promise. It's not like I HAVE to go. Plus, my friends can see me embarrass myself in heels and a dress some other time. (I'm still not neurotic, Kiki. I know you've still been reading this.) ^He he. Love you, my neurotic twin.^

Signed,
Violet S. Keeling


Feb. 15, 2008

Technically, it is the 16th. It's about 12:45 in the morning. The dance ended at midnight. It was...interesting. I spent my time denying that I am neurotic. After a while, my friends dropped the subject. We all danced and had a great time. Until I tripped and accidentally split my soda on Kiki's dress. I felt so bad, though she kept promising it was okay.

The crooked decorations on the wall bugged me, so I started to straighten them until my friends pulled me away. I kept trying to sneak back and finish what I had started. But (oh my God! I started a sentence with "but"), no one would let me.

By the time we left the dance, no one looked as amazing as they did when we arrived. I lost my shoes some where there; Aaron couldn't find his girlfriend for a while; Kiki got a boyfriend; Anya lost her coat; Courtedney lost one shoe (don't ask how that happened, I've no clue); and, I don't think Jeremiah lost anything. Oh, wait. His Mountain Dew went missing, never to be seen again.

Signed,
Violet S. Keeling

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