Dear Diary,
It’s really late so I have to be quiet; Klarsey’s sleeping less than a foot away. And thank Gods for that. I thought he would never fall asleep. He was so nervous and hyperactive tonight; I thought neither of us would get any sleep. You see, once we found a suitable place to make camp (flat ground, safe tree cover, and all that jazz); it should’ve taken about half an hour to set up camp. Ya, right. It took closer to 2 hours. That boy is so clumsy I’m surprised he isn’t dead. First, Mr. I Can Do Everything decided to try and set up our tent. I guess I can blame myself for letting him, but come on! It’s just a simple 2X Fluster for crying out loud! You just put the poles together and feed them through the holes. That’s it. It sticks to the ground by itself. I don’t think he realized that, because he ended up sticking the poles into the ground and breaking the tips off. This means that once I took over the job and made him sit in a corner, our tent ended up oddly misshapen and almost dangerous looking. After our tent was set up, we had to collect some wood. Well, that never happened. Just as I was about to go out into the retreat, he wasted our nightly Firestarter ration. He was clearly playing around and didn’t know that shaking it set it off. Smart boy, right? Let’s go shake the fire maker! Seriously? Well anyway, I was so mad by then that I ended up running off into the retreat to calm down. I must not have gone as far and fast as I thought, because when I heard a noise and looked up, it was him. It was actually kind of cute. He said he came out because he didn’t want to see any sadness or anger on my pretty face, but you could tell he was just scared about being left alone. I felt bad for him, so I let him hold my hand as we walked back. He hadn’t exactly thought about how scary it would be even DEEPER into the forest. Anyway, moving ahead a little, after we ate a dinner of cold packaged noodles I brought, I told him it was bedtime. This seemed to freak him out a little. Gods, boys are so immature sometimes. I brought a lantern into the tent and then gave him my rules. 1. No touching me, 2. No snoring. 3. If you need to leave the tent, don’t wake me up or risk my vengeance. I am not a happy tired person. Well, that leads us to where we are now. He’s in his sleeping back, curled up like a baby. I can’t help thinking how adorable he looks right now. Like I just want to cuddle him and- NO! EWW! What is going on with me? He’s stupid and Plus, I have to start my plan ion full blast tomorrow.
Goodnight Lovely Diary,
XOX Molly
