october
October 16th, 2012
I've been putting off writing in this book Mabel's uncle gave me because I've been waiting for the right moment and it's just so pretty that I'm afraid of ruining the pages or something I guess. I've had one of a kind things made for me before, like a dress for a party or a pair of shoes, but this book is different. Nobody paid Stanford to give this to me. He did it on his own. I just think that's really special. My old friends would probably say I'm going soft or whatever and I've probably lost whatever popularity I had, but do I even really care anymore? Lately everything has been changing and it's all going so fast. I miss Dipper and Mabel that big fat pig of hers I used to hate and I kind of miss Tiffany and everyone else we used to hang out with and I really don't know where anything is going anymore
Pacifica paused, lifting a glittery pink gel pen off of the page. She grabbed an elastic hair tie off of the corner of her desk and slid it through her blonde locks, pulling it all back into a high ponytail. Skimming over what she read, she continued writing by starting another paragraph.
McGucket's been giving me a lot of lessons lately with mechanics and junk like that. I never thought I'd be lying under old cars in polyester overalls with the guy who used to live in the junkyard and play his banjo, but here we are. I totally expected it to be a giant snoozefest or whatever, but it's actually one of the few things I've been looking forward to since the summer ended. Who knows? Maybe I'll have a future in this kind of stuff or something.
Today I got another letter from Mabel in the mail. It was kind of hard to read past all of the Lisa Frank stickers and glitter glue, but she talked about how she misses me and the town. She also mentioned how Dipper was swearing up and down that there was a poltergeist in the locker rooms at their school and he's been staying up late talking to other nerds online to try to come up with a solution. I kind of miss seeing weird monsters and stuff without them. I mean, sure, there are those freaky little gnomes running around in the woods, and I think I saw a fairy once (not to mention everything that happened during the Weirdmageddon), but it's just not the same without Mabel trying to befriend it or Dipper trying to write about it and snap pictures.
Have I mentioned that I miss Mabel? Because I really do. I didn't think I would when I found out she was only going to stay in town for the . I really hated her at first, actually. Maybe just because she was nice to me without even having to try. Maybe because she didn't hate me right away. There was a while where she and I didn't get along, but they all cleared up by the middle of July. She invited me over for picnics and sleepovers with her friends. I was so mean to her for the longest time. I treated her like dirt, but she still respected and cared about me. I want to be as kind as Mabel Pines is.
I think I'm going to use this journal to keep my thoughts and stuff. Like a diary, but not as lame.