June 20, 2003

June 20, 2003

Dear Diary,

Well, it’s that time again. Can you guess what it is? Yup, you guessed it. The Mahora Festival, full of fights, rides, parades, coustumes (the only good part IMO), booths, food and whatever else they’ll allow in an event that children are allowed to go to.

Whoop-diddly do. Not like I really care about it.

Well, I guess that’s not quite true. That underground Cosplay contest was interesting enough for me to talk about it on my blog.

Memo to me: NEVER write about extremely personal stuff on my blog. You wanna know why diary? I’ll give you one reason, and his name is Negi Troublemaker Springfield.

That’s right. He is now one of the multitiude that frequent my blog. Now he has access to my most random thoughts. Isn’t that just wonderful diary?

Bleh.

Still…I guess I should be a little nicer to him. After all, he…wait. I’ll just explain everything that happened today.

Okay. Like I said, I was at the Cosplay contest. Just to see what people where doing, mind you. I mean, there’s no way I’d go there because I thought I might try and enter or anything like that! Right?

Anyway, who should turn up but my very own nemesis. That was when I learned that he’d been on my blog (and I thought I’d be safe)! Well, regardless of how he got there, the fact was that he, that brat he’s been hanging out with lately, Iinchou, and Baka Pink had found me.

I wanted to die right there. I seriously did.

Then Iinchou and Baka Pink got it into their dumb heads to take part in the damn contest. And they were going to do it, dressed as a nurse, and a cat eared gym clothes girl.

Are you kidding me? Who in their right minds would think that those ridiculous costumes would cut it?! I mean, they only ones that’d go for those are dirty old men! I snapped diary, I confess to you that I truly snapped. I don’t know, it’s like I just had to do something when I saw those excuses for costumes. So I gave them some spare Mahou Biblion costumes that I’d brought along. And like the brainless, happy-go-lucky, ditzs that they were, they got into it almost immediately.

Ugh. People like that make me sick. I pour my soul into cosplay and they treat it like some silly game. But I digress.

It was after those two got out on the stage, that I learned that the brat wasn’t done with me. He’d signed me up.

I was in the contest.

I truly wanted nothing else but to have the brat done away with. ME?! In a contest?! Who would believe that I’d even go through with something like that?! And to top it off, he even had the balls to say that’d it, and I quote, “would be all right”. Only a kid could believe something so baseless. Then the idiot duo showed up and forced me into that Bibilio Roulin costume. Then I was pushed out onto the stage (with my true name being announced to boot!)

I was scared. There I was, in front of everyone, and I couldn’t do anything. I was soo scared. I truly wanted to die, right then and there (well, maybe I would have settled with a hole opening up underneath me). I couldn’t help it. I just…broke down. Everyone was staring at me, and I cried. That was truly the worst moment of my life.

But…I won! That, that was what the crowd had been looking for! I got first place if you can believe it. Me, Chisame Hasegawa! And it was all because that brat, no, Negi-Sensei pushed me out there. Still…I still want to strangle him for making my costume unravel right onstage. At least I got him to keep his lip zipped.

Still, he seemed a little odd at the wrap party. It was like…he didn’t know what I was talking about. Eh, it’s probably nothing to worry about.

Anyway, I’m off to catch some Z’s. ‘Night Diary.

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Been a little while but I’ve started my rewrite of the festival chapter, so that each day’s a separate chapter. Thanks for the advice Makuhiri!