Okay, it's 12/1/2025 and exactly 9:00 in the morning. This is a really good way to start. December is important, Christmas is important... I think people should use apples as ornaments on their tree. Instead of a star, just stick an apple on the top. It would be pretty cool. / I am going to Grandma Island. The bag is monumentally heavy. Nobody is considerate during transit, it makes me passively angry. I have some collectors items coming in the mail that I am deeply excited about. I paid the prettiest penny. And I can't wait for the cake they sell on Grandma Island, which they don't seem to sell anywhere else. It's 12/2/2025, and 8:24 in the morning. Also, I was wondering why the 12 days of Christmas arbitrarily start 12 days before Christmas. First of all, the concept of Christmas having multiple days is confusing, but secondly, even if so, the first day of Christmas should be December 1st. / 8:33. Spent my first night alone again in The Nest. I bought groceries yesterday too. Some pasta, some cake, some soda. Very adult groceries. To my defense there is already quite a regular amount of food in the apartment. I am hungry now... I have plans with friends later too, hurray hurray... third of December, 8:34 now. / Later in the same day at 1:03. I ate the 12 year old's lunch of chips and juice. Yeah. / Friday the Fifth, 9:14. Ok now it's 9:16. I should clarify, in the morningtime. And so was yesterday's 8:33, that was in the morning. It's freezing! I found a pair of gloves in the apartment which held my hand just fine. Lately, a lot of people are sort of subtly bullying me? I guess I have to do something about that. / It's 6:38 P.M. on Friday on December 5th and my friend gave me a green apple to eat today. I learnt if you give me an apple I will be devoted like a horse. / 12/7/2025 and also 3:43 in the afternoon on a Sunday. I am procrastinating more than anyone has ever procrastinated before! I hate the way I write. I think I would like to go away. / HEY, quick, it's 12/10/2025, still 2025, and 10:17 A.M. while I write. I started watching My Little Pony n' Friends (that's the first ever My Little Pony generation). Why? Nunya. Also plenty of personal realizations, for the helping of December. I really want to start doing website layout commissions but how does one even do such a thing?!?! I have a stupid amount of responsibilities, and it's my own fault. I want to be the perfect person who can do everything in one week. Also I missed school yesterday because I was BLEEDING and it was COLD and I was NOT INTERESTED IN EITHER OF THOSE THINGS. Good day. Thank you for all the mail. It entertains me. 10:20 now, just as I'd hoped / I love you all! And even if I am struggling there is no reason to be angry. But I must say I was so very angry yesterday, concretely no reason. It felt nice. I didn't yell at anyone, or behave cruelly, I just got to feel angry inside and it burnt all through me. I guess going through the accepting of all those nice negative feelings includes that. I keep thinking about cupcakes and tomato sauce and apples. I'm like a little kid. I never said it OOPS: today is a thursday, 12/11/2025, 10:56 in the morning. I just smelled an apple I want one so bad. Hungry. Money! Hungry. How are you? I love my website again suddenly... and I love you. / I'm sick. *BLOW NOSE*. 12/12, pretty fun. 11:17 A.M. and a Friday, and I missed school. Because I'm sick. *HONK HOOONK*. / 12/15/2025 9:11 the morning. It's a Monday. Not sick, just still snotty. I doubt I'll ever make anything for real. I have a big ideas. Maybe I shouldn't lose hope, and hold onto my ideas until the universe beams into me the need to make them real. Something big. Something really big. But I never feel the time is enough for me... I would like to pause time and just... work. Work in the private. / I can't get anything done... it's Wednesday. It feels like I'm still yesterday... it's the 17th of December. / In Christmastime, some people don't have a little bird to curl up under the tree. Hire my services. $1 an hour. I will come to your house on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day to just sort of sit near your tree and be happy. I enjoy to watch the gift unwrappings. Prepare apples. Oh it's 12/22/2025, Christmas is in 3 days. / I love Christmas. I love Christmas. 9:21 A.M. 12/23/2025. CHRISTMAS! / It is December 28th, 2025. I'm already thinking it's 2026... I guess this limbo period before New Years is a good time to prepare for it being a new year. So I keep telling myself it's already 2026 which doesn't help for being confused as to what day it is. Oh did I mention? It's 2:27 P.M. and I'm sitting in the kitchen... I love Merry, I didn't speak a Merry Christmas here, I was distracted. In honest, this Christmas was my worst. So I wasn't really focused on speaking about it. Last night we went to a murder mystery themed dining "experience". I wasn't exactly thrilled but I ended up having a good time. Basically you eat yummy food and have to solve a "murder" and there are actors and stuff. It was nice. I guess now I'm going to eat some pasta and finish watching The Substance. 2:29, now, skipped the 28... / Oh, and, I was gifted one thing principally: an OMNICHORD! I named her Baby Betty, or just Betty, and I love her. / God, am I afraid. January First, 2026. It'll go my way this time. 3:49 P.M. / Quick! I'm struck, frantic, needing to speak to you! It is January 3rd, 2026, and this year is shit, but it will be so beautiful soon! 2:47 P.M. by the way. Since I stopped being so formulaic with my dating systems (which was awfully straining to maintain, and not in the fun masochistic sense), I seem to affirm either the date or the time and wait before announcing the other one. In any case, college! Oh god! I am being struck, immediately, this year, with vouyerism, shame, privacy, contemplation, organization, and guilt! What an exhilerating year it'll be, oh I can't wait to cry. 2:49 P.M., and at my aunt's house, though she is not here. / This is the year I will make Monarch happen for real. I have lost my debit card, my school card, and my train card. But it's okay. I feel relieved. I have come out the other side of the storm today. Today I eat good, and today I work good. Also, I have begun tracking my mood on a spreadsheet. It's very fun to look at the colors. BACK TO SCHOOL! Oh, 8:32 A.M. 1/5/2026 / I'm sleepy, well washed, at 12:01 A.M. on January 8th. My hair feels cute and my blanket feels cute and I feel cute. My eyes are stingy with sleepy so I must go to dreams.