Hello, well here is my first journal entry! I wish I could begin on a cheery note, but my news today is slightly less than amicable. I've just returned from a school function which, for reasons of privacy I wont reveal, but it was a fundraiser of sorts. Delighted at the chance to see *Mr Darcy* (I should point out at this that I am changing people's names to keep their identity, and for lack of creativity, most of them will be inspired from my favorite books), I gussied up my best. I wore my contacts, actually put on a small amount of eye shadow, styled my hair (half up with a hairband -- it looked cute!), and wore an olive mini with thick leggings and a pink long sleeved v-neck (unfortunately Pink and Green were the closest I could get to Christmas colors due to my avoidance of red because of my red hair). So, setting forth with the sole object in mind of wooing my beau, I went into the school and took my station with two other girls. As we were working, he passed us two or three times, each time with a gaggle of his female friends. He's not a player at all, he's just very confidant and likeable, and has severall friends. Many of those are girls, but none of them want him in any other way than a friend. At least the ones I know. So as my spirit was being increasingly and slowly dampered by his not even saying hello to me and his already occipied slot of female companionship, I continued working and tried not to concentrate on it. But the ball really dropped when he walked by hand in hand with someone. My younger cousin, no less! Honestly! How's that for adding insult to injury? To be fair, he doesn't know how I feel about him, and we're not really friends, more acquaintances and classmates. But still! It aches. I'm new to the flirting thing, too, because honestly, i'm just getting out of an emotional ice age where no one was good enough and I couldn't bring myself to give anyone a chance. But now I cant help but like *Darcy*. I'm a little emotionally exhausted now, So I'm going to cheer myself up with Ab Fab and chocolate.
Adieu, Rose