Turns out Beadle had done her homework really well – nothing strange about that, she always does her homework, just I never had her down as an A student. Then again, I don’t know that much about her. She’s a new friend. I remember her from school, vaguely, but I never really spoke to her much before college. Back then I had Trace and Franki and I can’t really remember who she used to hang out with. Me and the girls were in our own little world, which is why they sometimes said we were cliquey but really what’s wrong with enjoying each other’s company? Surely people are allowed to pick and choose who their friends are. You don’t have to be equally nice or friendly to everyone. And let’s be honest, nobody likes everyone, and anyone who says they do is a big fat liar. Anyway my friendship with Beadle today goes to show I’ve grown out of that phase.

It’s like this morning she woke up a new person. When I opened my eyes she was already up, going through her stuff. I asked her what she wanted to do and I expected her to say the usual, ‘Whatever you want to do, Alanna,’ which always pisses me off, like it’s my responsibility to make sure other people have a good time. To my surprise she said a walk down to the Colosseum would be nice to start with. She jumped in the shower and came out twenty mins later wearing this yellow dress I’ve never seen her wearing before. It really looked quite flattering on her! She has a nice figure?!! Beadle, my girl! I mean she’s so awkward I don’t think I ever thought of her as having a body. She could look good if she tried a little harder.

Turns out she had a proper itinerary. We went to the Colosseum and she explained that gladiators used to fight lions there and stuff, which was kind of cool because you could see the real place where they shot the movies. She can talk much better Italian than I can manage with my phrasebook. She said it’s because she took Spanish and Latin in school and that Italian is not too hard to work out if you know a bit of those languages. Sort of a mix between the two. The girls and I all took French of course because French is sophisticated. I put Beadle’s skills to the test to buy ice cream and it worked. SO THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.

Xoxo Ally

P.S. No word from M. Might he have finally got the hint?
P.P.S. Beadle still didn’t come out for dinner.

23/06/2006

SORRY FOR RADIO SILENCE. I knew I would be shit at this. I’m trying!