*Because I have pretty much been a puzzle to you way before that December Day, or when I convinced you to paint your toes and nails black. You and I, we speak in crypt.
(If you can’t relate, google the following key words, Calvin and Hobbes and Bill Watterson. They’re twice as witty, and a bit funnier than The Simpsons. Another comical fantasy, is stealing Lisa’s boyfriend. But that would have to wait.)
Greetings from the little disheveled corner of my personal space!
It is good to finally hear from you as my diaries are running short of weird entries lately. I hope you have received the nifty mosquito repellent bands (they ward off your enemy insects a good five meters away) I sent and the rather sad outdated note with it (the space rockets have been inefficient, I heard). It’s not surprising to hear that you have grown accustomed to the alien food. You being Calvin’s heroic alter ego and all that, have to survive, nay, adapt in the backwaters of space.
This Little Miss Goody Two Shoes, on the other hand, forked and bit on turtle flesh (between you and I, it’s twortoil), not for the lack of food supply but for some, uhm, sense of adventure. (I can understand if you’re now thinking twice of giving me the turtle I asked from you, two birthdays ago.)
Unlike you, I’ve been stuck in a routine: a rambling carpool picks me up at dawn then it’s off to meet the demands of the Miss Wormwoods’ of my life. And despite crashing into troubles in the months that you’ve been absent, all the Miss Wormwoods have given m
e grade “As.”
See, girls are not that evil, dear president of the G.R.O.S.S. (Get Rid of Slimy girlS), especially the smart ones (and I’ll also be slightly prettier when I get rid of these braces).
Then again, you are you, Calvin. And even when you stubbornly desist from treating girls gallantly (as other smitten boys would), I do miss you, although I wish for lesser drama the next time we walk home from school (An update, I still don’t drive). A cheerier update is how I’ve actually enjoyed alien company: I’ve reunited with other silly girls (remember those who used to bully me?), lessened my stiffness in the face of fishbowl attention, finally did some scuba diving with officemates and on the way to getting rid of my air-borne motion sickness come more work-related flights.
There is, however, no about-face development yet from the previous message I sent to your side of space. It still stands:
Susie: I was going to ask you to play House, but I think you'd be a weird example for our children.
Weirdos from Another Planet p36 (http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Calvin_and_Hobbes)
Calvin’s crush maybe no secret but things would have been easier if he’d made it a bit more obvious to a girl who grew up playing stereotypical young girl games such as playing house or having tea parties with her stuffed animals…
oiii 