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Summary: Just a journal entry from Maria's new journal.

Author's Note: Um... if you wish to sue me, I'm sure that you'll find my collection of Madame Alexander dolls incredibly interesting. Plus, my folder of cut up pictures of Roswell, Popular, Charmed, Tom Guiry, and Hayden Christensen.

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Dear Journal/Liz,

I'm Maria DeLuca and five days ago I...

Was shopping at the mall. And the amazing thing was...

I only spent five dollars and forty-five cents! I bought a jelly-roll pen (yes, I am a victim of their color-schemed plot to take over the world one innocent journal writer at a time) and a journal. Yes a journal. Liz/You kind of forced me to, because she said that if you wrote your feelings and thoughts down on paper it would help sort them out. Well, mostly this is thoughts and problems, this entry, so we'll see if we can sort through that. Here I go:

It's a Michael-off-again week. So, of course, I'm bumming and feeling low. Like, lower than low... well, you get the picture. I've got to have gained more than ten pounds from eating all the Ben & Jerry's! I think I've eaten over twenty different flavors, plus mixed some of my own!

Look at me! Changing from the subject at hand! Ahem! I'm also doing more than bumming; I'm feeling kind of ashamed of myself because I was the one that started that fight between us six days ago. I told him that he wasn't romantic enough.

Don't look at me that way, Lizzie. Now you're becoming distracting! Grr! Anyhoo, he told me that romance wasn't his thing. So I asked him what his "thing" was. He looked at me like I was nuts. (Excuse the phrase.) So I gave him an equally libido-looking glare. He got the picture that I thought he basically lived his life between his legs. Liz, that was one of my favorite quotes from "Top Gun," we have to see it soon.

Again! Now then, don't get me wrong, I like it when his impulses are hot and passionate, but if we just did one romantic thing a month, I'd be happy. I mean, even just going to a restaurant where the romance is laid out for you, I wouldn't mind.

But nooo! We mostly hang out at his apartment, watch TV, eat Kraft macaroni and cheese, and make out. Don't get me wrong again, I love kissing him, but I want romance! Actually, I think I might need romance once in a while. Really, I'm not asking for something like you and Max have, or Liz and Max have (depending on whether Liz is reading this or not), I'm just asking once a month, or even every two months.

So, basically what I'm saying is that Michael is no romantic. Whew! You're right, Liz. It does feel better to get all your feelings out to something that doesn't quite judge you. You know, I think I'll give this to you for your birthday so that you can read each and every journal entry that is either sad, angry, happy, or anything else. I think I'll also add a couple bottles of grief-relief for when you read this... I mean, you'll need it! (Sometimes I scare myself with how much of that stuff I go through because of Michael.)

So, I hope you enjoyed and Happy Birthday if this ended up being a present for said occasion!

Love,
Maria

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