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Good day! I am having a terrible morning if I do say so myself. My sisters have stolen my conditioner (however will I mantain my mane?), there is an entire box of chocolate that I can't eat (stupid hazlenut allergy), and I have a huge Geometry test today which I plan on failing. However, on the bright side of things, if you go back to my post 'Happy Narnia Day', the one which regards the first chapter of "The Gentle", you will find that I have updated it to better fit in with 'The Last Battle'. My writing skills aren't the best in the world, but I'm afraid that they'll have to do. Now, where was I?

Of course! My terrible morning! On the brighter side of things, I had a lovely day yesterday. I saw Elwen at church and later found out that I had walked all the way to the car with my hymm book while we were talking. As you can see, I am not the brightest person around. I am also not the tallest. My younger sister HoHo is still taller than me, even in my 1 (maybe 1 1/2) inch heels. (She just can't get over the fact that Joe didn't believe me when I told him she was my younger sister. My whole family is pretty tall, excluding me.) I can't stop laughing at my mother's old yearbook, for as much as I love her, her boyfriend Ed was a sap. (hehehe) Not to mention the person who mistook my mother's yearbook for another. "Peter: to all that was and could have been. I love you. Love, H" El was interested by the Ed/Peter coincidence, but Ed's real name is Eddie, which sort of ruined it.

Other than that, my life is just average. I am so excited to be in school with Elwen and all her very cool and very awesome friends next year, but I am also getting very sentimental about the school I am in now. My personal yearbook page looks lovely, and the ever increasing Skandar fangirl club (please add Sara T. to the list) is doing just fine. I shall stop wasting your time now with one final sentence.

"A lady of Narnia must try and not give her grandmother a heart attack when she has an allergic reaction to a piece of fried shrimp in Perkins."