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[pipistrellafelix]

*Dear Anna-my-darling,
I hope you get better as soon as possible, and I really hope you are able to perform in musical at least once! I am sending Heal-Anna vibes toward you. :)
Love love love
Me



*Dear Me,
When writing papers for class (especially Honors), please check your dates. It is indubitably academically embarassing to get the creation date of Eliduc off by two hundred years. Good lord. Guess who has to rewrite her paper.
Incredibly Stupidly,
Me


*Dear Body,
Please stop acting stupid. I realize that I haven't eaten well today, but I slept though Astro today and didn't get up until eleven, so would you stop being tired? Geez. Also, my stomach can stop hurting. Now. I want to be able to enjoy those strawberries and chocolate cake, dammit.
Annoyedly,
Me


*Dear Weather,
You just keep on right as you are. This rain-sun-wind-rain-sun-thunder-rain routine is terrifically amusing, although I am sorry I haven't danced outside in the pouring rain yet. Also it's very funny to hear, all over campus, "what the fuck is up with this weather?"
But you'd better be sunny for Folklife. If you rain next weekend I shall be severely angry, do you hear me?
Watchfully,
Me

*Dear Blockbuster,
What is up with "none of our stores carry Season Two of Sex and the City"? Wha-? Why not? Not that I really mind; season three is fine. But you aren't making any sense.
Confusedly,
Me

*Dear Honors Program,
Why do first years have to provide entertainment? And, dear first years, why did we not start this earlier?
Luckily I will be a cameraperson, and refuse to be on tape.
Relievedly,
Me

*Dear Homework,
Isn't there anything you can do to make yourself more attractive? I hate to be rude, but really, there's no desire going on here. Maybe if you had a better sense of humor, or were less boring, or had cuter eyes. Could you just smile more?
You could learn something from Serif Photoplus and Patricia C. Wrede.
Procrastinatedly,
Me

*Dear Sunday night,
You can't come soon enough.
Impatiently,
Me

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[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Dear Kenna,
I don't want to think about how you would know Patricia C. Wrede has cute eyes. Or Serif Photoplus, for that matter.
Amusedly,
The Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Dear Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head,
It was a note, which means thought breaks are norm. I meant that Wrede books and Photoplus are both attracting me right now, not that they have cute eyes.
Oy.
Semantically,
Me

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Dear You,
"Maybe if you had a better sense of humor, or were less boring, or had cuter eyes. Could you just smile more?
You could learn something from Serif Photoplus and Patricia C. Wrede."

I stand by this implying what I said it did. :-P

Nit-pickingly,
Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Dear Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head,
Implications aside, I stand by author's intent. And since the author is alive and very much kicking and able to answer debates, so should you. :-P
Persistently,
Me

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Dear You,
If you're going to be a lit major, you're going to be forced to lose author's intent. Very quickly. :-P
Sadly,
Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Dear Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head,
Not if I'm a Creative Writing English major!
Triumphantly,
Me

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Dear You,
DAMNIT, I want to be one too then! I just have this stupid literature...
Even more sadly,
Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Dear Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head,
They don't have CW majors at Harvard? I always knew that school was no good. :)
Well, there's nothing stopping you from writing on your own...
Consolingly,
Me

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Dear You,
It isn't a separate major - you can take the classes for credit in English, but you still have to do lit.
Not particularly as sad as before,
Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Dear Guy Sticking a Knife in His Head,
Ahkay. Makes some sense; CW majors here have to take lit classes as well.
Relievedly,
Me

[marbletrickwire.livejournal.com]

Dear Kenna,
Anna will get better when I tell her it's ok. MWAHAHHAHAHHAHAH!
Infectiously yours,
The virus that has taken over Anna's body (but not her soul. damn)

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Dear Virus,
I KEEEL YOU. *waves pirate swords and attacks virus*
Piratically yours,
Kenna

[marbletrickwire.livejournal.com]

hahahahahah i love you

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

*hugs anna*

*...and kills virius...*

[ricefilled.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, when I'm sitting on my own in coffe shop, thinking about well....whatever the hell it is I'm thinking about, my mind will turn to you, and will smile a little, thinking of you, and wondering what you are up to at this very moment. I wonder what you will do when you grow up, (I hope you don't.) You'll be spectacular, but quietly, like a book you like for reasons you can't explain.

I wonder what insanities you are cooking up, and if you still dance, and if you are wrting a story.

Anyway. Thinking of you. Just thought I'd let you know.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Ah, lord, Eliza, I miss you so much. You're seriously making me cry (maybe because I'm tired and maybe not, I don't know). I'm not growing up, really, and I am writing a story always, and I'm not taking classes but I still dance anyway.
I'm always wondering what you're up to down in Arkansas, how school is going, what new crazy people you're meeting...
Lovelovelove you and miss you so much,
Me

[tinuvielchild.livejournal.com]

I love reading these little notes. They make me happy. The extent to which I do them, at least mentally, usually only goes as far as

"Dear Uterus,
Please stop being a bitch. I realize that you are not very happy at this time of the month, but you don't need to make everyone else around you, muscles and whatnot, miserable as well.
Crampedly,
Me"

=D

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Haha, that's a familiar one...:)

[miakasan.livejournal.com]

I like the weather and homework note, very true

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Oh, indeed...