Jupiter Bucket's Journal (original) (raw)

[	mood	|	hopeful	]

Well, I considered last night quite a good one, really. Jules apparently goes for the evil type, and has latched onto dear Vincent. However, she insists that "he's not evil, he's just misunderstood!"

Felt grossly sane for a while last night, kind of depressed actually. Met a professor I hadn't yet, his name is Jeremy. He's cute, but he's all estranged. He kept telling me to go away, and I think that makes me like him more. He's 42, and that also helps. I dunno, he makes me want to cuddle him and make him better.

However, he seems to hate me and I have nicer fish to fry. Ah yes, a fish named Lupin, which is an odd name for a fish. I have no clue if he reads this journal or not, but for my sake, right now, let's hope he doesn't ^^;;.

I don't know how much he'd appreciate my plotting his capture (so to speak) behind his back. Hee. So yes...I bet right now, he's probably sitting at his desk, sucking on the tip of his quill, with the candellight illuminating his face, the darkness accentuating...Wait. It's midday. Nevermind.