“You’d Like To Think That, Wouldn’t You?!”

I’ve been thinking. And I got nothing. I think my whole depressing, self-pitying entries were just that: depressing and self-pitying. I’m okay now. And I realized that my pleading for notes was unfair. I love getting notes, I love getting feedback, and while I don’t think it’s unfair to ask someone their honest opinion of me, I don’t think I went about it in a fair way. The last thing I want is people apologizing to me because they’re pitying me. I’m not saying that’s why anyone has apologized, I’m just saying that I don’t want that to be the reason. I mean, I’m not the most up to date on leaving notes, either, even though I do read all of your new entries, everyone on my Favorites List. I guess it’s that I feel the 400 space limit isn’t enough, and I normally lose my train of thought as I go to write the second part of a note. That’s why I usually say that I’ve written an entry about said person, and ask them to check it out.

I’ll ask this in a fair way this time. Melanie, Jill, Dolly, Shannon, anyone else who reads this and knows me personally. Or anyone who has read this diary for any length of time, and wants to do this, I’m honestly curious. When you have time, whenever you feel like it, will you write an entry telling me your honest opinion of me? How you saw me in the past, if you think I’ve changed, what you see me as being like, then and now, etc.

Last night I was remembering how, when I was a kid, at one of the BBQ’s my family had, Katrina and her mom had brought this diamond shaped Batman kite. I actually got it up in the air so high, that it was this tiny little dark blue spot in the sky. It was great. I just sat on the guardrail out there, string in my hand, summer all around me . . . It was great. And for years afterwards, on summer days, I’ve rollerbladed, or biked, or just been outside walking around, and I’d think, ‘Today’s just like that day, except . . .’ And I realized, years ago, that there would never be another day like that day. That day was something special.

::Sigh:: I’m having to go over my novels right now and piece out what I need to add in. Hey, Dolly, Shannon, you guys can be a help to this. Oh, crap!! That was another thing! The “Kiwi, pineapple, bathtub” thing!! I need to add that in. Eh . . . The question is . . . where? And I need to definitely add more parts about the red binder into my novels, because Ivy needs to look it over in later ones. Not to mention, I need to pull answers out of Jason as to his side of things back during my junior year. Because I would love to write another novel that, when it comes out, people can read alongside the third one. Basically, one telling his side of things. And the third one focuses on Ivy’s perspective.

You know, here’s a question. I’m going to give a synopsis of the second one. I like the title I was given, but I want to use it for another novel. It doesn’t quite seem to fit the profile on this one. If anyone can think of a title, please, suggest it. Or, if you like what the original title is, let me know why, okay?

Okay, the second novel starts out at the start of December. Ivy has become pretty good friends with Mitch, and he tells her about liking Trisha, and that she and he were actually talking not too long ago. Ivy’s wary, though, because of how often Mitch told her Trisha snubbed him in the past. Mitch tells her not to worry, because he can handle things this year.

Well, little does Ivy know that her best friend, Leslie, has gotten a crush on Mitch. (Leslie is from another state, and she’s staying with Ivy while her parenst work things out between them. It’s all explained in the first novel.) Anyway, she doesn’t want to directly say anything to Mitch. Instead, she figures that since Mitch is so infatuated with Trisha, if he hangs around Trisha, and consequently, Leslie, his attention will soon turn to Leslie.

Well, it doesn’t work out that way, and when Leslie finds out that she’s going home before Christmas break ends, Trisha is steaming mad, because Mitch still thinks he has a chance with her. He even tries to give her a Christmas gift, and his speech to ask her out and tell her how he feels goes horribly wrong. She threatens to call the police if he doesn’t leave, and slams the door on his face. When he peeks in the window, he sees her on the phone. Thinking that she’d actually called the police, he hi-tails it out of there. In actuality, Trisha called Leslie to tell her exactly hopw wrong her plan went. The girls argue until finally Trisha tells Leslie her version of what happened, embellishing a great deal on what Mitch did. Leslie freaks, and tells Ivy she should stay away from Mitch, but Ivy smells a rat. Though she trusts Leslie, she doesn’t trust Trisha, and calls Mitch immediately to find out his side.

Though Ivy tries to cheer Mitch up, and keep his spirits elevated, Trisha’s influence and flying rumors are too much. She even has a Disassociation Agreement instated, and uses it as a Restraining Order, in a semi-successful attempt to control where Mitch is in the lunchroom, classroom, etc. Mitch stops sleeping, loses weight from his already underweight frame, and Ivy is frantic. She doesn’t know what to do for Mitch. He just seems to get worse and worse, and no one is stopping Trisha. Even the principal is on her side.

This goes on for almost the entire year. Finally, at the school’s choir/band trip to Virginia Beach, Trisha goes too far, pulls a stunt that gets her kicked out of the choir for the rest of the trip, and then blames Ivy for it at the reception dinner. Ivy isn’t one to back down from someone like that, and people form a crowd around them as they argue. Finally, Trisha slaps Ivy, and that’s where Mitch steps in, yelling Trisha out, and finally making it clear exactly what the Disassociation Agreement really was. (An agreement that had them not talking to one another, and if one of them got to a place before the other, the second had to go somewhere else. Needless to say, Trisha did not follow this arrangement.)

The teachers say that Trisha has to come with them, the crowd disperses, and Mitch and Ivy are left alone. They talk, and Mitch tells her that he’ll be okay, but Ivy can see the damage is already done. He says he doesn’t know who he is anymore. She tells him the only thing she can. That he’s her best friend.

The original title was “Words We Couldn’t Say,” but I want to use that for another novel. So, any ideas?

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Hey Kate…I read your notes, but I’m going to DL them since Alissa and Jenn both have links to this diary. Actually, better yet, I’ll prvatize the last entry and that way I can keep the notes 😉 Just wanted to let you know why they’re going to disappear. [Jilliebean]
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ryn: I really enjoyed the LOTR movies. I think that a really good job was done in translating the book to the screen. As with any movie, there were problems. But, given the epic story that was in the book, and the challenges that go along with the translation, an exceptional job was done. [Peter Piper]
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As a response to this entry: 1) you probably don’t expect it, but I don’t feel that I could write an entry about you. I’m not good at writing or talking about people, and I

don’t know you well; 2) are these novels that you are writing aimed at young teenage girls? It seems like that sort of dramatic storyline. I’m afraid I don’t have experience with those types of novels. Your ideas sound good… [Peter Piper]
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… but I’m afraid that I can’t comment more than that. [Peter Piper]
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You are on my fav list, and I am trying to remember who you are. Any info you can help me with would be appreciative, if you hadnt known I had a contusion from my bike wreck, check out my last few posts. Thank you [Cesar]
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Hi, How is your day going???? I will glady join your mole team if you still have the room:o) [Mousekawhitz]
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Hey. You know what I think of you! Didn’t I already leave a note about how creative and sensitive I think you are and all that good stuff???? Ya know, the plot for the 2nd book sounds AWFULLY familiar…. At least you didn’t have Leslie try to kill herself and end up institutionalized…. And thanks for the advice. I’m trying to take it, but you know me…. [HyacatDuncan]