Dear You,
Guess what! I'm going bowling tomorrow! Yay! Turns out Paola can't make it so it was either that or the other three options I listed yesterday. I'd rather not go out with that guy and getting drunk by myself sounds pretty pathetic. Of course there's always the muffin solution but I've been doing so well diet-wise I'd rather not break the cycle. Yes, it's sad that I'll spend my Christmas Eve in a bowling alley where they only serve soft drinks and yes, it's sad that my meal is gonna be cheeseburger and fries but at least I'm gonna be with friends. That doesn't sound bad. And besides, if I am to get drunk it would be much better if I had someone to help afterwards. Lina will be here soon enough so I think I'll be okay.
In a completely different front, I received my first card from Greece today. It was from aunt Mary, saying how glad she is I'm doing so well and reminding me to send a card at gramma. They do think I'm completely unreliable. I also had a horrible nightmare the other day, I totally forgot to tell you: dad transfered a million euros in one of my accounts and then he kept following me around asking me what I'm doing with my money and why I am not studying. It was pretty creepy. I think it's a combination of the news about my inheritance, the fact that I've not told them I want to stay here permanently and the upcoming semester evaluation that triggered it. I'm not sure. My dreams were always pretty wild.
Speaking of dreams, I was wondering whether you still think of her. I've been told that Christmas is one of the worst times to be single (followed by New Years and Valentine's days which I think is pretty bad because they're all together). Lina was kind enough to point out (for the millionth time) that I'm an emotionless robot and then she practically exploded. She's such a lovable, insecure creature my little sister. I think she's trying too hard. Anyway, back to you, I know that it would be insensitive of me to ask you such a thing, especially since you only just started talking to me again but in this blog I can do whatever the hell I want. I just can't get this question out of my head: why the hell do we miss people who treated us like crap?
You do remember Arthur I imagine. Of course you do, you used to call him Camelot. Even after everything he did, I still missed him but maybe we should blame that on the fact that I was only 17 and he remains, to this day, the only guy I believe I was genuinely in love with. I think that was the point I decided love is not such a great thing. And then as you recall, everything changed. Anyway, enough memory lane crap, we're in the present now and, let's be honest, our romantic situations suck. Yours more than mine of course (because I'm an emotionless robot, remember?). You just have to brave through these three damn holidays and everything will be alright!
So, anyway, I hope you spend your Christmas at a bar and not playing bowling with a bunch of nerds. And if you grow so depressed that killing yourself starts making sense please remember: the only black dresses I have are slutty and definitely not funeral material, plus I'm worried I've spent more money on clothes than food this month so please take pity on me. You don't want Pericles Damianopoulos to kill your best friend, do you?
I think I should sign off now. Mrs. Susan is baking cookies downstairs and the smell is torture. I think I'll work on my piece for Rebbeca to distract myself. Have a lovely Christmas darling!
Holiday kisses,
Evey
Guess what! I'm going bowling tomorrow! Yay! Turns out Paola can't make it so it was either that or the other three options I listed yesterday. I'd rather not go out with that guy and getting drunk by myself sounds pretty pathetic. Of course there's always the muffin solution but I've been doing so well diet-wise I'd rather not break the cycle. Yes, it's sad that I'll spend my Christmas Eve in a bowling alley where they only serve soft drinks and yes, it's sad that my meal is gonna be cheeseburger and fries but at least I'm gonna be with friends. That doesn't sound bad. And besides, if I am to get drunk it would be much better if I had someone to help afterwards. Lina will be here soon enough so I think I'll be okay.
In a completely different front, I received my first card from Greece today. It was from aunt Mary, saying how glad she is I'm doing so well and reminding me to send a card at gramma. They do think I'm completely unreliable. I also had a horrible nightmare the other day, I totally forgot to tell you: dad transfered a million euros in one of my accounts and then he kept following me around asking me what I'm doing with my money and why I am not studying. It was pretty creepy. I think it's a combination of the news about my inheritance, the fact that I've not told them I want to stay here permanently and the upcoming semester evaluation that triggered it. I'm not sure. My dreams were always pretty wild.
Speaking of dreams, I was wondering whether you still think of her. I've been told that Christmas is one of the worst times to be single (followed by New Years and Valentine's days which I think is pretty bad because they're all together). Lina was kind enough to point out (for the millionth time) that I'm an emotionless robot and then she practically exploded. She's such a lovable, insecure creature my little sister. I think she's trying too hard. Anyway, back to you, I know that it would be insensitive of me to ask you such a thing, especially since you only just started talking to me again but in this blog I can do whatever the hell I want. I just can't get this question out of my head: why the hell do we miss people who treated us like crap?
You do remember Arthur I imagine. Of course you do, you used to call him Camelot. Even after everything he did, I still missed him but maybe we should blame that on the fact that I was only 17 and he remains, to this day, the only guy I believe I was genuinely in love with. I think that was the point I decided love is not such a great thing. And then as you recall, everything changed. Anyway, enough memory lane crap, we're in the present now and, let's be honest, our romantic situations suck. Yours more than mine of course (because I'm an emotionless robot, remember?). You just have to brave through these three damn holidays and everything will be alright!
So, anyway, I hope you spend your Christmas at a bar and not playing bowling with a bunch of nerds. And if you grow so depressed that killing yourself starts making sense please remember: the only black dresses I have are slutty and definitely not funeral material, plus I'm worried I've spent more money on clothes than food this month so please take pity on me. You don't want Pericles Damianopoulos to kill your best friend, do you?
I think I should sign off now. Mrs. Susan is baking cookies downstairs and the smell is torture. I think I'll work on my piece for Rebbeca to distract myself. Have a lovely Christmas darling!
Holiday kisses,
Evey
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