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((This is Victor's journal. Her actual one. Sketchbook thing. So if she lets you read it, you can refer to this post here, where the entries will be my comments to this.))

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((The first picture is a drawing of a face and a neck of someone who looks full of depth and life))

May 8th 2006
I'm tired of being a person sometimes. If I could be an icon, life would be easier. If I could be a ball of congealed and pulsing artistic energy, life would be easier.

I'll be someone for people.

Someone is a strange word, almost a mantra, with rolling mmmms and a nebulous nnnn. A stretchy, taffy word. Like minimum. Very small flower.

((Following is a series of pictures. Two flowers, a large one and a small one. Above the large one is written "regular mum" and above the smaller is "mini mum"

There's a sketch of a girl. Perfect figure with a smiley-face mask that says "smile all the time" over it. And "I <3 standards of beauty (they give me giggle fits)" underneath it.

A picture of a shirt that says "ART is life; the rest is just bullshit"

There's a drawing of a girl with a mohawk and bright makeup sitting in a chair in the bottom right corner of the page))

This can be my great American novel I'm not ashamed of what I write in here. It is pure, undiluted, uncensored me!

I feel coated today. Like I took a shower in cough syrup.

((There's also a code there. Certain letters are colored certain ways.

Orange code: 8, nine, ten
Blue code: I'm sad
Red code: I can fly))

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Thomas took his time examining this entry, pausing to stare off into space several times. He wasn't sure he understood some of the pictures, but he could spin his own thoughts from them. Then, carefully, he took out a marker and wrote on his forearm.

"Be someone."

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((The next picture covers the whole page, and it's of a man escaping out of a bottle. It's very colorful.))

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You are my reader, and because you're reading this, I love you. You could be a dear stranger or a dear friend. Nevertheless, I want you to leave a mark, any mark, here. It could be scribbles, doodles or words. Just sign it. Thank you. <3

((Underneath this is a large box. It has entries in it, sketches, a child's stick figure drawing.

The color code...
Red code: A day
Blue code: Beautiful you <3
Orange code: Love you so!))

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((This picture consists of three spheres and a disembodied neck and head, an arm reaching for a sphere and a foot and leg clad in a high heel shoe. The hair was in clumps. Like all the other pictures, it's colorful.))

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May 10th 2006,
Yesterday was great. Great-ish anyway. Vivi wrote a poem inspired by and directed toward me. I loved it. I'm hoping to get a copy. She read it as the last poem of the 2006 Lit Club year. Very surprising. I'm going to have to visit next year. What am I going to do without them? That's the ish part. That and the awards ceremony. We should have a demerits ceremony, Veet and I decided. "So-and-so is never dressed proper, he gets bad grades and he drinks too much." Yes, we get that the students here are great! I know them. They're wonderful. It would go a lot faster if they just handed stuff out.

((There's a picture of a strange lady with a frying pan and a thought bubble that said "LESS than three!"))

I'm going to have four sets of cords at graduation. I'm going to be a walking rainbow! Go PRIDE!! :) Kevin wants me to write about him. He's sweet.

((The color code...
Red code: 10 eleven twelve
Orange code: A bird
Blue code: To love to dream))

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May 14, 2006

I went to see "Poseidon". It was fabulous! Had the grooviest time. <3 I spent time diagnosing the survivers.

The son will have mommy issues and will live with his mother until he's fifty-four. If he does marry, he will have commitment issues; he'll never want children.

The mother will have son issues. He'll never go to boarding school, he'll never even have a sleepover.

The fiance (darn French words) female will never get married to the guy. She'll never forgive the fact that he stayed and her father went and died. Even though the guy wanted to go instead.

The guy will never forgive his betrothed for not telling him that she loved him so he could go. It was because she didn't want him to go, but there'll still be that seed of doubt.

The architect will have about six and a half months of fame because everyone'll want a design from him after the accident. He'll have a paranoia about people getting near his legs because
((Stick figures with arrows explaining them..."architect guy had to kick someone off down an elevator shaft. The other guy died" and "architect guy helped a freaked-out girl by having her hand onto his ankles in an AC shaft. The girl later died"))
Him and the chick are the most likely ones to kill themselves.

Ben pointed out that they'd all have Post Tramatic Stress Disorder.

My parents are giving me a hard time today. Blech! Gosh golly. And all. At the pool with Kelly. I love it.

((There's an upside down triangle with the bottom half shaded in. It has an arrow pointed to it that says "symbol for asexuality"

There's an outline of a key with an arrow "a key at the pool. A key. Aqui. Ha!"

There's a lot of dark colored tape over a decent sized section of the page. It's covering a rant that Victor wrote when she was unhappy. She also taped a sheet over it that said "I tape down things that bother me; my anger, my fear, my insecurities, my chest."

Color codes
Purple code: 14 fifteen sixteen
Orange code: Be someone to someone today
Red code: I <3 art and music and the alphabet
Blue code: It was not a date. Really really.))

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Can't wait to go to school tomorrow.
Vis and verself are gender-neutral pronouns. I like them. Goes well with Victor.
I've calmed down a lot.
I'm a flower.
Ben's gonna teach me how to knit. What fun!
Beautiful things happen to beautiful people at night.

May 15, 2006
I'm so tired of
I won't finish my
I wish I
I am
I
I

((There's a drawing of an eye. There's a paint-by-number looking drawing, each section filled with ones or twos or threes or fours. It was broken up into several sections.))

Ben Jelen is a model.

((There's a picture of a girl in a short skirt and sleeveless shirt that says "I'm a teeny-bopper" on it. Her skin is checkered and she has a mohawk and spikes on her neck.))

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((There's a picture that's titled "filled in". It's a bunch of faces, all colored in in vivid shades but one, which is just an outline, looking panicked.))

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((It's an outline picture done in light blue. It's one of those take-one-glance-and-you-might-miss-it pictures. It's of a girl with her arm around a guy. They looked like they just came back from their first date and that they might even kiss. The girl looked shy and the guy looked confident. There was special attention toward the folds of the fabric of her dress and his clothes.))

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((Like most of her pictures, the characters in this one had mohawks. They were angels, and only one was fully colored in her regular style. That one angel had words embossed in its wings, which were light blue. The words were a vivid white. It was wearing a tunic and reaching for the sky, where another angel flew. There was an outine of two others sitting cross-legged in the background. One wore a gas mask and reached for the sky. It wore a star necklace. The other one sat still and wore a moon necklace.))

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((It had notes written about a job offer at a factory.

On the opposite page it had a block print of a girl on a pedestal in warm colors.))