Gooseberry High

I made a mask! Not telling what it is so it can be a SURPRISE!

Oh, speaking of the dance, Kitty Katya, you wanna go with me?

[ Ivy spends about six minutes fidgeting with the wards on this post before she even writes anything. She briefly considers, in sequence: just Laurel, Laurel&Cricket, just Cricket, just Ulysses, her sensible friends, her reckless friends, a hearty mix of her sensible friends and her reckless friends, just Quinn, Quinn&Jesse, just Jesse, just Laurel again, the senior Ribbonfins, the senior Ribbonfins minus Ravi, just Ravi, her charms study group, her roommates, just Chris, just Laurel a third time, Chris&Robin&Tess, just Tabitha, just Leo, and Leo&Tabitha, at which point she realizes she's now making totally random and nonsensical combinations of people and decides "fuck it", resulting in this totally unwarded message. ]

Who wants to talk me out of a bad idea?

[...] Alternately, who wants to help me with a bad idea?

okay, probably gonna seem super weird all written out like this, but if anybody needs their hair done up all fancy and shit for the dance tomorrow? i can totally help. my sisters make me do it for them all the time. so like, i can do all those crazy braid things. ESPECIALLY the crazy braid things.

and, um - it's really kind of relaxing? so i don't mind doing it at all.

so, yeah.

an available thing. in a totally not-weird way?

[Warded to Gabi]

hey, so i was wondering if you'd mind if i swung around and walked you to the dance? i mean, you don't got to GO with me or nothing. if you don't want. i just thought you might like an escort.

and you KNOW hanging out with you's pretty much my favorite thing to do.

Hightower's letting me start my own plantbed in the gardens.
I'm planning now and getting started in March.

Ugh
I guess I
I guess if anyone needs something grown related
to research or a project or whatever, tell me so I can think about it.

I can also help take care of plants, too,
if you're busy with other shit and don't have time for extracurricular herbology.
Or if you just suck.

Let me know.

( Left on Asher's desk this morning. )

( A gift is left on Asher's desk. )

I'm glad all my friends are so supportive of me getting cat high. Although, did you know it's a myth that only a single nucleotide polymorphism is responsible for whether or not a cat is affected by catnip? ...did anyone know that that was a thing people thought to begin with?

[Warded to Casper]
I didn't exactly react well either - I'm not really sure why I got so defensive. Well, I am sure, but it was...whatever. I'm sorry too. I promise to not make stupid decisions, at least to the best of my abilities. Let's just put this behind us. If it will be in any way cathartic to you feel free to burn the letter, if you haven't already. I'm not going to write her back.

I'll try to be less reactive in the future. However, I am going back to crossing out a ton of shit. blah blah blah blah just like this, take that Casper I am an adult and I cross out whatever I want But I'll try to keep it at a minimum.

Thanks for the presents. And for the apology. And for signing the letter 'your friend' you weirdo.

[...]

I'm really excited about this book.

[Warded to Ravi]
Got a note from Casper today so things are smoothed over, I think. I know sometimes it takes a little bit for everything to go back to normal, but... I think it's going to be fine. I guess you knew it would be. Anyways, not the worst birthday present, huh?

Speaking of, tiny coffee cups of catnip? Amazing. I'll share a bit with Bridgette to see if Cat Asher can win her over a bit more. The notebook is equally amazing, of course - seems like it'll survive anything. On that front... you can rest easy for a year, at least. I'm going to... wait a bit before I run off into extreme danger for the sake of journalism. I will, however, always take you up on coffee.

Thank you for being such a wonderful friend. Your letter would have made me tear up but given that I'm so manly (just like you, of course), I just gave it a serious nod of approval and a fist bump.