I have a life
Dear Journal,
Here we are again. Number fifty-three. The big 5-3. Fifty three journals and counting.
Dr Mother says that my spelling and grammar are back up to par from before the "accident", and the latest tests confirmed that my body isn't rejecting the new frontal lobe. She's made me promise not to play Russian roulette with Polly anymore. Honestly, I think she's thinking too much like a mother and not enough like a doctor mad scientist. Okay, I'll admit, that joke would have landed better if doctors didn't also expect you to not endanger your life.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, stuck in the laboratory, like I've been for the past I-don't-even-know-how long-at-this-point. I'm sure she didn't hover this much the first time she brought me back! And I mean, what even is the point in stitching my dismembered corpse back together and then using an unholy mix of science and magic to return me to LIFE if you don't let me go out and actually LIVE? Not to mention, if I doDO accidentally wreck my body again, she already knows how to fix it.
Am I being dramatic? I've been in isolation for months, and this long-distance education thing is killing me. HAHA. Killing me. That's actually pretty funny. The point I was trying to make is that there are only six weeks of junior year left and I don't have a date to Monster Prom. I bet everyone else asked their dates out ages ago, and the only person left will be Leonard. No thank you. I'd rather go by myself.
Oh! Miranda had her email-writing serf email me. She's promised to take me out to buy a new pair of bolts for my neck as soon as I'm allowed outside again. I have to say, I'm glad, the old ones were never much to look at. Dr Mother is a genius, but she doesn't really care about things beyond their practical use. I was looking online, and I was thinking of getting the ends of the bolts studded with gemstones. Ooh, I could get a couple of peridots? Wouldn't that be cute? I bet Miranda would adore them. We could try and find earrings with her birthstone, too. It'd be like having friendship bracelets, except they wouldn't match and they'd be way more expensive. And only we would know, so they'd be secret friendship bracelets! Okay, I love this idea too much, I have to send an email to Miranda's email-reading serf right now to see what she thinks.
Hugs and kisses!
Betty