Jude Deveraux

Character Name: Jude Deveraux
Age: 22 years old.
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Best remembered for: Being a generally nice guy who was always in the wrong place at the wrong time, dating Penny and enduring her fake pregnancy, being a musician, started to date Amber.
Current residence: Los Angeles, California.
Where is he now? Jude continued riding the success of his indie band Tabula Rasa until their breakup six months ago due to some management and inner-band drama. He realized that although he enjoyed playing with other people, he was more of a solo artist. He went from playing in large venues to smaller, more intimate cafes and clubs, but luckily he found himself a devoted group of fans. His YouTube channel has many hits; fans enjoying his acoustic, stripped down versions of popular hits. The starving artist lifestyle is proving to be harsh and he’s forced to live in a less than stellar apartment in Los Angeles, but the dream of making it big keeps him going. On the family front, his mother found love and remarried a divorced man whom Jude and his brother approve of. His brother Max also got married and had a baby, a nephew named Asher that Uncle Jude adores. Jude also learned to stop searching for his father, that when his father decides to return, he’ll do it on his own accord. He’s content with the growing family he has now. In the future he plans on enrolling in night classes to get his GED.
Romantic status Jude did propose to Amber and the two enjoyed their engagement bliss for a few months before realizing they were rushing too fast. It was definitely a blow to him, but it was true. Mutually agreeing to end their relationship, the two have remained on cordial terms. They’re not friends, knowing the closeness would only confuse and hurt them. He has hopes that some day they’ll get back together but also accepts the possibility it may never happen. Currently he’s single, but optimistic about dating again. His friends are constantly trying to set him up on dates.

Character Name: Jude Deveraux
Age: 20 years old.
Best remembered for: Being a generally nice guy who was always in the wrong place at the wrong time, dating Penny and enduring her fake pregnancy, being a musician, started to date Amber.
Reason for Abbott stay: Breaking and entering a home and theft.
Current residence: Chicago, USA.
Where is he now? Jude abruptly left Abbott Academy after his mother was involved in a nearly-fatal car accident. Returning to Chicago, it was a bit of a struggle as he had to manage his time with his former friends and take care of his mother. He was forced to drop out of high school during his senior year and get two jobs to support the family. Jude and his brother pulled through the difficult time and his mother finally recovered enough to get back to work. He joined his friend’s band “Tabula Rasa” as the lead guitarist and is well-known in the Chicago area. He has qualms about branching out, worrying about possible fame and what it can do. Content with life in Chicago, it’s a decision he’ll have to make soon, whether or not he wants to continue with his music career. He is still on the search for his father but isn’t as bitter about it as he used to be. For Jude, things are starting to look up for him. He’s no longer in the wrong place at the wrong time, rather the right.
Romantic status Jude finally broke it off with Penny after discovering her lies and infidelities. He ran into Amber, his former flame from Abbott Academy while at a Coldplay concert. The two rekindled their romance after two years of being apart and laugh about the innocence of their first relationship. Jude is in love and has been seen looking around for an engagement ring.

I don’t know where to begin but I just out and say it: My mom got into a car accident last night and she’s in the hospital. She sustained some injuries to her head and her rib cage is pretty much shattered. My brother Max called me and he’s pretty much freaking out.

I have a plane ticket leaving tomorrow night. Not sure how long I’ll be gone for, but in the event that I don’t come back, well I’m sorry… I guess this would be my second time leaving and I hate leaving. I hate cutting ties and saying goodbyes. But my mom is the most important person in my life and she takes precedence over all.

Here’s my selfish paragraph because damnit, I’m a teenager. It was going good; Amber was in my room and finally got the guts to kiss her. We’re making out on my bed and Max calls me, freaking out. After telling him to call down, he finally tells me what’s wrong. I didn’t want to cry but I did, I did it in front of Amber. I didn’t want her to see me so weak. Too late to change it now. My mom’s in the hospital, what the fuck is wrong with this world?

I guess I’ll go throw some clothes in my bag, see Amber break her heart again because I’m such a jerk. I don’t want to leave her, not now and just start praying. Not a religious man, but times like this, I will be. Everyone, please pray for my mom.

Parents Week has come and gone in the blink of an eye…actually it ended a week ago but you know me, lazy with computers. I can never understand the wacky world of technology. I guess the next time I see my mom won’t be until Thanksgiving. Ahhh, that thought makes me really sad because I love my mom (Momma’s boy alert!). She is the only parent I have so she lucks out by getting the double love. Maybe I’ll dedicate that Good Charlotte song “Thank You” if I weren’t hatin’ on the Maddens. And no, she isn’t a MILF (ahem to Tessa and Mizrie).

My mom really digs my friends (Devon, Dakota and all) because they’re cool people and she can see that. More importantly, she really liked Amber who wouldn’t? mostly because she mentioned Doogie Howser and brought the fangirl out of her. This weekend Amber Waves of Grace and I are going to this underground rock show in the city. It should be awesome checking out the up-and-coming indie stars of America. Someone tell me if this is a date. I hate how vague it is. Do I take her to dinner before? Open doors and pull out her seat? I still do that here even without the official stamp of a "date". I wonder what she’s thinking... Who knows what the weekend brings (aside from the show) maybe we’ll meet some colorful people on the subway. There are always cool folks riding the subways, one can get free entertainment by staying on for hours.

Midterm season is coming up soon so I better start studying, like a lot. First I should stop procrastinate and pick up some books. I can never focus on the books and readings assigned. Everything just becomes a blur and goes over my head. Why can’t I understand all of this? Am I lazy? It’s definitely not attention deficit disorder, I can focus on things…on people like Amber (again, who wouldn’t?). I’m not dyslexic, I can read and lookie here, I’m writing an entry. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I absorb the shit in books? I need to maintain a 2.0 for marching band or else they’ll have me hang up the drumsticks for a semester.

Look at my sweet Stella collecting dust by the wall. She was never meant for that life of neglect. I should go fiddle with her for a few minutes before I head to bed. Early day of work tomorrow. Want some coffee? Swing by Joe’s Cup of Joe and visit me during the dreaded morning shift.

It’s been over three weeks since her friend died and I’m wondering if she’s better now? Amber’s been smiling a lot (I love it) and seems to be reverting back to her usual, cool demeanor. But is this a sign that she’s ready to date? I feel horrible even considering this. And then there’s the fact that I may be jumping the gun here since I’m not even sure if the girl likes me. And if I get rejected because I’m too insensitive for not considering her friend’s death, that’ll seal the deal. I guess I should wait, I’m a patient guy.

I’ve been listening to “Manic Monday"? a lot today because it just seems fitting for the day. My new friend Devon (wait, is he still considered new?) wants to cover it sometime. I find it hilarious when people turn pop-ish songs into rock songs (Like “Baby One More Time"?). Well, “Manic Monday"? was done by the Bangles who were one of the revolutionary female groups of the 80’s so it wouldn’t be too hard turning the song into something rockier. But yeah, it’s awesome finding someone to jam with. If you wanna join, Be Obscure Jude is where you can reach me. And you can also bug Devon, but you can’t ask him for his “The Who"? shirt cuz I want it next.

In another news, my mom is here! It’s definitely awesome seeing her again even if it’s only for part of the week (since she only got a few days off of her receptionist job). It’s been what, two months since I last saw her? She came last night around 10 PM and was frazzled. The only way I got her attention was by calling out “Catherine!"? which is her first name and that freaked her out since I never call her by her first name. She also wasn’t in the mood for picture taking (But I still managed to snap some shots). I guess the flight wasn’t too great and she has jetlag (must be hereditary). She was excited about seeing Albany since it's her first time here and she wants to absorb all the vacation time she can get.

How do moms manage to get info out of their children by the snap of their fingers? Somehow my mom managed to get me talking about Amber and how I sorta really like her. Great, my mom knows and now she’ll tell all my relatives. I did get some advice from her and she told me to watch out for the subtle vibes. She said that girls think they’re sending obvious signals but somehow there is interference when guys are picking it up with their radar. Is Amber sending these “signals"?? Do I need to brush up on my radar-picking up skills? I need a tune up... This is sounding a little waaaaay too hi-tech for me. Why can’t liking and crushing on someone be simple? I guess the complications make attaining the goal much more satisfying and worthwhile.

When my mom felt better, she let me take pictures. Here are some pictures of my mom and her with some other parents. ( Do not call my mom a MILF or you’ll get a wedgie. )

Time to get to show my mom Albany (The boss let me off work since he's cool like that) and try to siphon some info about what the parents are really doing in the hotel. Not that I want to know all the info, cuz that’s just gross.

A smile! I got one smile out of Amber yesterday while studying at the library. Maybe it was a smirk-grin but it was something. We were reading up on the War of 1812 and I asked her when the war started. It was a doofus moment but worth it if I got a smile out her. I really like the way she smiles, it sort of brightens up her whole face and the room at the same time. I just hope to get more smiles out of her now that the murders are over. I'm so relieved this nightmare is over and we can just try to move on. We shouldn't have to be crippled by all of this forever.

I met Devon the other day when he transferred into my math class. We had to do one of those lame partner assignments and I didn't really know anyone else in my class so I chose the kid who rocked the vintage Ramones tee-shirt. He seems pretty cool and he actually knows what the hell vectors are so I'm partnering up with him in class again. He also wants to jam sometime soon, so have you pick between the guitar or drums. Anyone else who wants to join, IM me sometime at Be Obscure Jude.

Crud, I have work in 15 minutes. There's this Colombian coffee mogul coming to look around and see if he wants to take Joe's Cup of Joe into his monopoly. Joe's iffy but it might bring in more business which means more money. That's always a big dilemma, selling out to make more cash or keeping content with a little cozy place. I kind of like the small joint with college kids and artsy beret folk coming in with their philosophies. I'm not big on Starsmucks-type of workers, it's awesome and tastey but it's a whole different world. And plus, I think that Colombian man is a druglord...but we won't get into that.

Parents Week is coming soon and I'm thrilled to have my Mom come and see Abbottland. Also, it'll calm her down a little since the murders hit. I just want to assure her it's a good school and we're safe here. The flight to Albany from Chicago is costly but I've saved up a lot of cash from work (No girlfriend = lots of money). Okay, I should stop stalling and get to work now. Later, guys.

I've never been a big fan off flying. I get serious flight sickness and those dramamine pills don't have any effect on me :( And then there's the fear of turbulence, terrorists and talkative people next to you (luckily I had Amber next to me). Finally, there's the feeling you get post-flight, the evil jetlag. Man, that's not fun. I like taking trains, you get to see the scenery(depending where you go) and sing "I've Been Workin' on the Railroad" song...even though you're just riding it. It gives you that nostalgic, childhood feeling.

It was....okay? You can't get any better with that when it comes to funerals. I didn't do much, just stood behind Amber to make sure she was still on her feet. She was quiet mostly but it's understandable. She's dealing and time is what she needs. I hope she's doing okay, I don't want to constantly ask her just make myself feel better. That's not the right reason. I just gotta rely on faith and the big man above.

Jasper was murdered now? Oh man, what's happening down here, God?

So I'm back from Oregon and now swamped in schoolwork. Someone has to help me out because I don't really want to fail math, chemistry and US History my classes. I've always been too embarrassed lazy to go to those tutoring programs. Maybe I should check them out. The teachers here are a lot stricter than I remembered. Damn the summer for making me forget the misery of school. But now I'm back to books and dirty looks so I better study my ass off or else...eek, I don't want to think about it. But yeah, I promise to cut back on marching band practice and work (I already asked Joe if I could just do part-time). Oh, and my leisure time which is mostly my musical release.

Speaking of which, I should go pay attention to my sweet Stella...I've been neglecting her again. That darn drumset, it's just too tempting. I'll throw a sheet over it and pretend he doesn't exist for an hour while I jam on Stella. Less talk and more play, later!

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

That fitting song played at Lisa’s candlelight vigil last night. I went there with Amber and a few of her friends to pay our respect. I was surprised at how many people showed up, coming together to mourn for this girl who had a lot of hope in the world. People who didn’t even know her came to show support and leave their condolences. You didn’t have to know Lisa to care, a life was lost and that means something. I wish I had gotten to know her better and that she wasn’t just my friend’s friend.

I’m really worried for Amber, and I want to be there for her. She needs someone and I want to be that person for her. Forget what I feel for her, how much I like her, she needs a friend now and I’ll be that person for her to lean on. I just wish she would talk and tell me how she feels and not pent it all up.

I’m going to come to her room later and see what happens. To the end of time, that’s how long I’ll be there for her.

School’s been less-than-great but that’s school and I’ve never been much of a fan. The first week is usually easy; the second is when they load you up with projects and essays. Ahhh, it’s going to be crazy. Luckily I met some cool new folks here to help me ease the anxiety through music. I met Lennon who seems pretty awesome. She’s a fellow durmmer and could teach me a thing or two about the instrument. And then there’s Jared, Dakota’s friend who also another drummer (and in love with donuts, can’t blame him). I’m probably an amateur compared to them since I barely picked up the sticks two months back. Here’s to hoping we hang out soon.

I’m going to call my mom and brother now to remind them that I love them. Times like this, it just seems like the right thing to do.

The only remnants that remain from "Summer Nights" are pieces of tape stuck to the ceiling. Those suckers are really hard to get off, lol. As a part of the Student Council committee, I stayed after to clear things up (ahem, who left their underwear by the speakers?) I thought the dance was a huge success and the Big Scary Dean is approving another one in the future. Woohoo! (Oh man, I just woohooed.)

Amber looked really beautiful nice and was an awesome date. I hung out with her group of friends Lisa, Jasper and Shelby mostly. They seem like really cool people. They’re the craziest dancers I know and I felt like an idiot when I stepped on Amber’s feet. Smooth move, Jude. and I had a lot of fun with them. Y’know, it got me thinking that I should branch out a little and make some friends. Abbott is home, right? I need to establish some sort of surrogate family here. Ahhh, I bet I scared about half the school away with that.

The big strikeout paragraph, you guys were expecting that, weren’t you? Amber and I were the last two to leave the room for cleanup. It was pretty cool just being there with her...just the two of us alone. As we picked up cups and whatnot, we talked about anything and everything. It’s so easy for me to talk to Amber; she’s probably my closest friend here at Abbott. Although I wish we were more, I would never want to ruin our friendship. She’s just special and I want her in my life, be it friend or girlfriend, I won’t be picky. I’m hoping what I feel is mutual or else I’m just a crazy guy who’s misreading vibes. One last thing, you know that “look�? that you share with someone? The look when you both turn your head at the same exact time, eyes meet and lock instantly. And then you’re just staring at the other person for awhile, you feel so at peace and like you understand each other. Nothing else really matters but that person you’re looking at. The look ends up a smile and it breaks, leaving you with an array of feelings that you hope the other person is feeling too. Yup, had that with Amber.

I should go buy some pencils since school is starting up in like four days (I will always remember September 1, 2005 as one of the saddest days ever.) But for now, sleep calls and I shouldn’t bother my new roommate Jason with all this typing. G’night everyone!

Guess who gets to escort Amber Thompson to the dance? I’m the lucky guy who asked her out. She wants to go all out and look snazzy which I’m sure won’t be hard for her since she’s all sorts of cool. Crap, I don’t know how to dance. I have two left feet and I look like I’m having a seizure while dancing. How the hell am I supposed to look smooth, especially around Amber? Nice one, Jude. Don’t embarrass yourself around the girl you like. I hope the dance goes well. Prez Scott has itineraries for the whole council; Amber and I get to deal with the DJ and battle of the bands. The Dean is going to watch us carefully since this is the first dance in ages at Abbott. If all goes well, we get to have another one real soon. I wanna see more of Dakota and Mizrie at these things.

Amber…she’s just…I don’t know how to describe it really. I’m not good with words but if I was, I would say something really good. I’d describe how nice she is and how she makes me smile uncontrollably. It’s such a strange effect, I’m powerless and I’m liking it..

After that Penny ordeal, it’s hard for me to trust again but with Amber it seems so easy. I hope things go well. I hope I don’t act like a fool at the dance and scare her away.

Band practice is going well; we’re gearing up for the Homecoming parade. The drumline looks awesome since we have great chemistry with each other. I really miss playing the giiiitar and should give it some love soon. I talked to John and Paul from back home and they want to get the band back together via mail. I think John read up on the Postal Service’s beginnings and think we can do that. I don’t have the heart to tell him that we’re not talented like that and that we don’t have the money to mail recordings back and forth like that.

I gotta get to work now. Bye!

P.S. Contrary to what Amber says, I do not impersonate Michael Jackson.

I swear I never meant for this
I never meant...
Don't look at me that way
( It was an honest mistake )

I think the most important thing in this world is unconditional love.

My mom never gave me conditional love growing up. Sure, she yelled at me when I didn’t do my homework or when I broke the neighbor’s window but the way she did it was important. It wasn’t really yelling, more of a “raised�? voice, her concern. She always made sure to follow her lecture with an “I love you.�? My brother Max and I never took advantage of this, we knew my mother was right. She would love us regardless of what we did or what happened.

When I was in juvenile hall less than a year ago, I thought my mom would stop loving me. I thought it was the end and that I would just become another kid on the streets. Since I broke the law and didn’t listen to the morals she instilled in me, why should she still love me? My mom cried when I told her this and said I was crazy to think that. Even though her son had made a mistake, her love never changed. I felt so stupid that I doubted my own mom. I guess up to that night I was always a good kid. The worse thing I had done before was get a suspension for fighting.

It’s a great feeling knowing that no matter how hard you fall, how many mistakes you make, someone is there cheering you on. They love you for you and not for the actions you make. I hope I can give unconditional love to someone someday. Someone that isn’t my mom or brother but a girl I can share my life with…romantic unconditional love. I want to love a girl with all my heart and never have my love for her change. And if it changes, it’s only for the better. I’m still young so I awhile to find her.

I should go call my mom and brother now.

It’s Dakota Hill’s birthday today so you should all be extra nice to her, but only for these 24 hours. Afterwards we can all resume our Dakota hatin’.

Student Council is going good. Meet Jude Deveraux, your junior class representative. So far we planned the dance which is scheduled for the 26th of August. I’m real excited about it, I dunno why. I guess I like cheesy gym dances with punch bowls and corsages. It just seems like something this school needs, a sense of normalcy. I bet the tickets will sell like hotcakes. I swear I won’t think about dates yet. After dating Penny for all those months, I’ve forgotten how this whole courtship thing goes. Damn, I am romantically-inept and that is not good when you want to ask someone to go with go...I would say her name but I’m still kinda scared to say it. I do realize this is in strikeouts and I wish I could double strike this name…that’s how much of a chicken I am. I hope everyone chooses to go and we all can have good times together.

I caved in today and found myself strumming sweet Stella once again. But then my drum set (yet-to-be-named) got jealous so I had to spend some time with him (it’s definitely a him) too. I felt like a child of divorce, going to homes every week. Oh man, Stella and Yet-To-Be-Named need to befriend each other in melodious harmony.

P.S. You know I’m kidding right, D-Hill? Like I could hate on you. Come by and get your card which I made out of paper bags and crayons.

Most of my stuff is back in the closets and other storage areas. Hopefully this is the last time I have to re-move back into these dorms. My new roommate Connor seems like a cool, decent guy. He’s a film junkie so I enjoyed talking to him about the Godfather, Amelie and other classics. Movies are awesome in the sense that they allow escapism. For a good two hours, I’m not actively thinking. I let the entertainment take control of my mind. That could be dangerous…

I’m kind of a loser and only really talked to Amber since I came back. She was the only one I got close to before I left anyway. That girl is still a hoot even though her name doesn’t work in poems. Don’t worry Amber; I’m not going to write a poem about you in the near future. I did make an attempt to be social yesterday but throwing out some random IMs but the pessimist inside me says I failed. Damn him. Don't be shy, IM me sometime. I swear I am nice.

During drumline practice I managed to break a stick while trying to impress this one girl. I don’t think it went well...but at least I’m looking at other girls now? I should put this next part in strikeouts but I won’t since Penny can’t read this. I’m just trying to move it along, trying to move past her. So I flirt (or try to) and it makes me feel a sense of normalcy. I don’t want to be that guy who’s hung up on his ex. But at the same rate, I don’t want to pretend like nothing happened. Penny meant something to me; the time together is in my heart. But the word meant is past tense and I won’t try to dwell in the past. Will I get into a relationship soon? Likely not but that doesn’t mean the fun will be gone.

P.S. It also doesn’t mean I’m going to turn into a manwhore. I’m not built like that. The manufacturer messed up : (

They say you can never go back...they were wrong. Who are these people anyways? I have no idea. I just know they’re wrong because look at where I am; I’m back at Abbott Academy.

Although it’s only been two weeks, it feels more like two months. My parole officer tried her best to get me into Ewing Academy but that idea didn’t go well with the courts. They felt like I needed to stay at Abbott and continue the rehabilitation program. Apparently the Code of Conduct here is better suited for a guy like me. So I’m back and I guess it’s good? I’m not sure of how to react or whatnot.

During my little break I got wasted a lot? I shouldn’t have done that but I can’t take it back. I couldn’t help but fall into this pit of rage and frustration. I wanted to yell at Penny for all the hurt she caused me. Trust girls again? We’ll see about that..., I took up drumming. I guess the pounding and thrashing is therapeutic so I kept with it for nights and nights. My mom nearly disowned me for giving her all the headaches. I love you mom! I heard about Abbott’s clubs so I might join the school band. I have a thing for looking like a dork in a uniform and being called a “bando�?. I want to get involved and be active. A part of me just wants to do well in this world so I can prove that I am something. There’s more to this world than just the trivial teenage matters, I want to see it. I want to finish Abbott’s program and explore what’s out there for me. So if joining the school band and a couple of clubs helps me become a better person, I’ll do what it takes.

With my return, am I a different person? I don’t think a person can change that much in the course of two weeks. No worries to Amber, I’m still the same Jude who jumped on your bed. Dakota, I’ll still be your barista. I will take a bite out of Brandon Flowers and call myself Mr. Brightside. Despite everything that has happened, I remain optimistic. I don’t necessarily want to be that guy who harbors anger, holds grudges and acts all angsty because his girlfriend lied to him. Rise above it all, show some resilience and smile like I mean it. Okay, enough with the Killers references already! IM me at Be Obscure Jude, it's still the same.

I made a request today to leave Abbott Academy. I should get a confirmation message from the school soon.

Penny, I love you and I always will. What happened between us...it’s hard for me to take in now. I am weak and leaving this school because I can’t deal with it now. I can’t deal with you being here at the same time, being a constant reminder.

With the money I saved up from work, I’m going to back home to Chicago and just be with my family. My therapist thinks it’s a good idea and I agree. My parole officer says it’s a temporary visit to Chicago but she’ll try to transfer me to Ewing Academy in the Great Lakes area (its closer).

Maybe I’ll be back, maybe I won’t. If not, it’s been great and I hope each and everyone of you finds what you’re looking for.

I'm...sad, depressed, dying, solemnm, broken-hearted, crushed, tired, dejected, crying, disappointed, down, pissed off, angry, confused, emotionally drained....I don't know how I am. I don't know how to react or what to do. All I know is that I have to be away know...just from most people. Times like these I had my mom to talk to, my brother Max or some of my guys back home. But here, I have some people that I don't want to bother. They don't need to know about this.

We were laying in bed, after we made love and then the truth just came out. It's funny how the most amazing moment can be shattered by lies. You lied to me, Penny. Not just about the postcard but everything...Bob and Ginger, why you're here...what the fuck? How do I know you're not lying about everything else?

I hate that I still love you. I hate that I can't stop that. I don't know. I just don't know. This isn't my life. It can't be.

I'm not making sense, I'm just rambling on and I should just go back to bed. Go back to bed, close my eyes and just wish.

The last few days have been work-filled instead of worrying and overanalyzing the painful possibilities. I might as well be productive and fill the time. It totally sucks and prevents me from seeing the people I actually wanna see. This of course includes Penny but you know, I can’t keep apart from her for too long.Just tell me please, did you lie about the postcard? I don’t want to believe it but everyone’s telling me otherwise. I don't like mistrusting you and losing sleep over this. Am I fool? Am I too blinded by love?

The sad part? I still love you regardless. I just know there’s a good reason behind this and I want to know it now. Please talk to me. Be truthful to me; don’t break my heart.

Stevo moved out the other day and I’m sorta bummed. I hear he’s relocating to the second floor so I best of luck to him. I hope he doesn’t get Günter as a roommate. To the next roomie: Please be as cool as Stevo (is) was.

That’s the biggest news in my stressfulboring life. Maybe I’ll call up my brother again and ask for advicebug him.

I never want to go to Colombia and smell the fresh coffee beans ever again. Plus they have a lot of druglords over there and that's not good. At least Paris doesn't have those, only berets, my father and baguettes.

I hung out with Amber the other day (no running this time, whew). We chilled and I watched her obsess over Tyson Ritter of some band. I got to show her the Paris postcard that Penny's parents sent me. She pointed a mistake of some sort? Apparently the postmark is from the USA and not France. It was sent from New York City itself. There just has to be an explanation for this. I don't want to think that Penny li--no, she didn't. She couldn't have, why would she? I haven't talked to her...yet. She thought it was pretty cool. All in all it was a good day with Miss Waves of Grace unless you count that one awkward moment at the end. I'm not sure what to make of it. We're good friends.

With my newfound source of cash, I got to buy new strings for my sweet Stella (guitar) and then sent money a gift to my mom back in Chicago. She called me the other day and told me that Max is doing well with the autoshop. That makes me relieved. I should go call him now, later!

Oh damn my legs are sore. Amber, they were sore before (from hardworking hours at the coffee shop)! That’s why I lost the race. Pssssshhhh, it’s not about winning, it’s about beating yourself, right right right? Haha, so Amber-waves-of-grace and I did a little running around the school track to keep in shape and not turn into mushy blobs of blobbiness. We should definitely do it more often.

I got my postcard from Paris! It looks pretty awesome because it has the Eiffel Tower on it. Haha, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a postcard without one before. Anyways, Ginger (Penny’s mom) wrote a nice little message. It’s so cute how Penny writes like her. I guess handwriting is genetic-based or whatever? Now I get to show off my little piece of France to everyone. Come check it out while I’m working (it’s my ploy to get visitors at work).