Fantastic- I'm glad I read it. Reading it in full i like being taken on a journey of everything that happened in your life in this period of time, and for that reason every pillo book you write is so special and amazing. I did notice this one was more about events than the way you feel, but that isn't a bad thing - it's like a diary in that sense, but you write extremely well and I never lost interest.
Carry on writing, you amazing person.

and that's the way it should be.

Two parts? TWO PARTS? Oh, **. Kimbler and I went to see it at the Drive-In and we didn't stop complaining for longer than five minutes of the movie. I do admit, they did everything they could do for the three hours of movie. But the movie just didn't make sense. Scenes were lost, stuff changed, etc. I'm forcing my little sister to read the sixth book (Obviously she hasn't) so that she knows just what the hell happened.

sounds like quite the interesting party. (a hogwart's castle cake! ahh! that sounds so awesome!)

2 messed up things? gah!
whoa, two hours and fifty minutes..?

oh yeah, another thing went wrong.
I DIDN'T GET TO GO. @_@

I know one of the moments. What was the other one?

in natalie's defense,
you wrote that mean pillowbook chapter about me without talking with me about it first. so, everyone assumes things before they know the whole story sometimes.

XD
You made a bunch of mistakes
You might wanna read over this lol

it's a wondrous thing, getting compliments from the maestro. he told me i was doing excellent on my piece as well.

i believe in you, love. i think you can go far.

that's wonderful [:
it's a great feeling when you can finally accomplish something.
yay :D

haha. "i'd eat cake off that **!"
i missed you too darling dear :D

** yeah.
melted butter is the **.

Bro's before hoe's, that's how it goes. I hate cliches, but I'm probably bringing it up because no one ever follows that rule. If you want some more useless advice, don't be afraid to ask.

natalie, you know i'm not much of a talker.
i know you'll probably take this as an excuse, but it's the truth.
i can't understand how i really feel unless i write about it first, unless i really think about it. i never would have had the courage to confront you with my feelings because i can't talk, not even to you, not even to dylan.

trust me, natalie, there were times when i said something and you were looking and ryan and you continued to talk to him.

i know it hurts you. i knew it would hurt both you and ryan when i put it up.

we can talk about it later.
just let's not fight about it, all right?

Ouch.