Princess Rosella of Daventry

It's only a little while longer until midnight, isn't it? Just a few more hours. It's not so bad, then. It's nearly over. Another few hours, it's easy, I can manage that, can't I? Yes, of course, yes, I can manage that. I'll just keep thinking of my own thoughts as much as I can, and then there won't be any room for listening to everyone else's. It's impolite, anyway, listening in like that. Goodness knows I wouldn't want anyone listening in on any of mine. And Sam always does say that I think too much, anyway. I don't think I do, but that's thinking in itself, so perhaps he's right that I do, after all. I think.

No, it's not so much longer, though. Really, I ought to just find a way to keep busy until then, and then I won't think so much about listening to all those other thoughts. That'd be nice. It's giving me a headache, I think, trying to hold it all straight in my head. But if I don't keep trying to hold it all straight, it feels as though they'll all crowd in and that'll just make things worse. I wonder if sleeping would do anything? No, likely not. Then they'd all just creep into my dreams, I suppose, and that's assuming I even managed to get to sleep with all of the noise, anyway. That's so odd, that it feels like noise but it isn't noise at all. Like hearing things without hearing them. It's very loud, anyway, for being so silent.

I should find something else to think about. Something to distract myself. It'd be easier that way.

I wonder if I should write something on the Network? I haven't in a while. That'd certainly keep me occupied for a few hours, of course. And I've plenty to write about, too, what with the snowball fight the other day and Todd working at the Library now and the curses over the past few days, even though I'd really rather not write about the one that made us all wear the letters. "Hypocrite", indeed...

No, no, I'm not going to let it bother me. I won't. I shouldn't have thought of that at all, and I shouldn't be thinking about things bothering me now. That was the whole point of that curse, and the whole point of all of these curses, and I won't let it upset me. Just because it may have been right--no, everyone makes mistakes, and I'm not going to let it bother me. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. Just like how I'm not going to let this curse bother me. This one will come to an end, just like all the other ones do, and that's all there is to it.

I should write something on the Network. What will I say? Perhaps I ought to just see how everyone is doing lately. That'll be nice. It's the end of February and tomorrow it'll be March and oh, it's three weeks until my birthday now, isn't it? It's a Sunday this year. What was it last year? Saturday? I don't recall. Blair had her party that day, though, and that felt like a birthday party even if it wasn't really for me. Blue gave me my necklace that day, too--my, I do hope the Blue Light is going to be all right.

I should write something on the Network. Just to pass the time. I'll just see how everyone is faring today. That'll be just fine, I think. Yes, that'll be just fine. And soon it'll be quiet again, when midnight comes. Good, that's just what I'll do.

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What a very funny curse this is today, isn't it? It's a very, er, loud one, in any case. But I'm sure we're all getting by, aren't we? And really, no matter how tedious it is, it's still better than some of the ones we've had before. So that's something to be thankful for, anyway, even if it's not much.

I can hardly believe it's the end of February, though! That means tomorrow it'll be March, and that means spring is well on its way. I'm certainly glad for that! It'll be good to see the flowers all beginning to grow again, and to have the warm weather back, too. Winter has been pleasant enough in its own right, but it's about time for the spring to come again, I think.

Mm. Has everyone been faring all right today?


[OOC: It's official: Rosella definitely thinks way too much. And she doesn't realize that her own thoughts are audible, either; she's just been hearing everyone else's all day. So yes, the italics are her thoughts, regular text is her writing, and people are welcome to comment on either. Enjoy!]