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Friday January 8th, 2010
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
I got you for Christmas this year and I really haven't been able to muster up the desire to write. Today was so strange though, I felt it might be a good day to start. Before I do that though, maybe I should introduce myself to you.
My name is Ágústa Eva Guðmundsdóttir. I am 13 years old. There is also my little brother who I swear is the spawn of the devil. He's always up to no good, whether that means pulling my hair or even spitting in it. I love my mom and my dad they are the best, well most of the time. I have a dog, her name is Laika, she's very noisy, but I love her a lot too.
Sometimes I wonder why things are the way they are? Like why do sugar beets not taste as good as sugar? Why would pepper make me sneeze? How can Dad drink so much beer? Why does Kristín like to flaunt herself? On that note just because she has bigger boobs than the rest of my class doesn't mean she's any cooler than the rest of us.
I live in Vik. I go to Jóhannes úr Kötlum School. Not much to say about school. Not yet anyway.
Vik i Mýrdal is the capital of Godthåbland. It's where I live and where things got weird. Today men and women stormed parliament with guns when I was on my way to school. It was odd I saw them take people away from Parliament in handcuffs. The news says we are now Communist. Mom and Dad said not to worry and everything will be alright. I don't understand though. The people who went into Parliament looked nice, and Communism is a bad thing, or that's what the Queen used to say. I'm rather confused.
Writing in this diary is difficult. I'll try again tomorrow.
My name is Ágústa Eva Guðmundsdóttir. I am 13 years old. There is also my little brother who I swear is the spawn of the devil. He's always up to no good, whether that means pulling my hair or even spitting in it. I love my mom and my dad they are the best, well most of the time. I have a dog, her name is Laika, she's very noisy, but I love her a lot too.
Sometimes I wonder why things are the way they are? Like why do sugar beets not taste as good as sugar? Why would pepper make me sneeze? How can Dad drink so much beer? Why does Kristín like to flaunt herself? On that note just because she has bigger boobs than the rest of my class doesn't mean she's any cooler than the rest of us.
I live in Vik. I go to Jóhannes úr Kötlum School. Not much to say about school. Not yet anyway.
Vik i Mýrdal is the capital of Godthåbland. It's where I live and where things got weird. Today men and women stormed parliament with guns when I was on my way to school. It was odd I saw them take people away from Parliament in handcuffs. The news says we are now Communist. Mom and Dad said not to worry and everything will be alright. I don't understand though. The people who went into Parliament looked nice, and Communism is a bad thing, or that's what the Queen used to say. I'm rather confused.
Writing in this diary is difficult. I'll try again tomorrow.