Post by Ethan Fabre on May 3, 2013 2:53:36 GMT -5
February 1st, 2013:
(translated from French)
8:53 AM: I had to wake up early today. Reason? Clothes shopping with Genevieve. Just what does she think I am? A girl? Honestly, it's ridiculous. My clothes from last year are fine. And, it's not like I'm going to go anywhere. Nakaumi Academy's situated in the middle of fucking Japan. It's not like I'll go anywhere. I don't understand the language at all, so there's no point in trying to go anywhere off campus.
9:14 AM: I've eaten breakfast already and was waiting in the living room listening to music when the damned woman comes and tells me to put it away. Even better, she tells me that music is an abomination and that it will never help me succeed in life. Then, she has the nerve to tell me to write an entire essay on life in English. Here's what I have so far:
(his exact words, scrawled in English)
I am trying to practice my Anglais because the witch told me to. I do not think it is going very well.
I'm kidding. I'm not going to show her that. That'd be just rude. Even I know my limits.
10:53 AM: Genevieve looked over my essay after she was done dressing and putting on make up(honestly, is it really necessary to spend an hour in the bathroom just to go shopping?). She says the spelling and grammar is good, but that I've accidentally confused a few French words with English. It's not like it's my fault that some words sound exactly the same. And, she says it sounds unnatural. Just how? She crosses out a few of the words and circles them with a red pen. She says she's going to talk to my English professors at the academy later.
I really dislike this woman.
11:31 AM: We're in the car and I'm left with just her in the front. Dad said he needed to go to an emergency meeting at work, so he wouldn't be able to come. Great. Just what I needed.
11:54 AM: Thank God I've taken my iPod with me. This woman's ramblings are annoying. No, I don't want to learn about home remedies for cold. No, I don't want to learn about mutated vegetables. No, I don't want to know what happened to you yesterday at the office. I think I'll put the volume on full blast to try and drown out her damn voice. It works.
12:06 PM: As I was looking over the contents of this journal, that damn woman tries to grab it. I slapped her hand away in time, though. She got this weird look on her face and I notice that she stopped talking. Good.
But, then guilt crawls into my conscience.
Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
2:59 PM: We've finished clothes shopping, or rather, she has. For the past two hours, I've just watched her run around the mall like some small child, telling me to carry various bags of clothing and other miscellaneous items. I made the mistake of opening one in curiosity, only to find that it was filled with women's lingerie. Ugh. I'm not going to peek again. Then, we stopped by Quick and ordered a few burgers to eat. As usual, I peeled off the lettuce and tomatoes in my burger, but she makes me stick them back in. "It's good for your health," she says. Who does she think she is? My mother? And then it dawns on me. She was trying to replace my mother. All that nagging about my studies and health and this ridiculous 'bonding' was to make me accept her.
She could never, ever replace my mother. At best, she is just a stranger that happens to live with us. That's all.
3:46 PM: I just got home. I couldn't be bothered to write in the journal. I was just too sleepy. I think I'll take a quick shower now before I hop into bed.
4:20 PM: Nevermind. Apparently, I'm supposed to be packing for my flight tomorrow at 3 pm. Well, thanks for telling me in advance, Dad. I don't know what to bring. My iPod, phone, and laptop is a must, but what else is there to pack other than clothes and a few pairs of shoes? Let me do a quick inventory... Yeah, I have two weeks worth of uniforms (a bit excessive, considering I'm going to be doing laundry every week), shoes, briefs, a duffel bag for hygienic products and bathroom supplies, a separate duffel bag for sports equipment and uniforms... Well, that's a lot. Three suit cases and two duffel bags along with my messenger bag. That sounds like a lot. Oh well, I'll leave it up to Dad to take care of. Time for a nap.
8:43 PM: I just finished eating dinner and helping around the house with chores. I'll take a quick shower again before going to bed.