Salvatore Agliardi

[Private]
I have been considering— no, I have been thinking about moving again. It has been hounding my mind since holidays, but now seems fixed. The only question that remains is where? I have spent most of the past three hundred years in the Orient, excepting trips back to Italy, but… there are too many memories here. Even in Hong Kong. I do not think that I will be able to ever step foot on the Australian continent again.

While I enjoyed my stay with Laura in America, I do not feel that I fit in there. The lack of history interests and terrifies me. I have considered going back to where it all began, Italy. I am not sure if that scares or soothes me. Will I find myself there, or will I lose what I have gained?

I believe this is also distracting me from Laura, which is not my intention. I want this to be settled before my preoccupation with it drives a wedge between the two of us. It is peculiar, because being with her is normally able to keep any thoughts of my past away. With her I think only of the present and the near future. Has being with her healed me enough, divorced me enough from what has happened that I am able to consider it? Or is her presence beginning to wear off, like a drug that you become used to over time.

I do not want to let her go.
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I cannot believe that someone thought it would be a brilliant plan to put Montague and myself in a detention together. Much less a detention with instruments that could easily double as weapons.

Behold, the genius of bureaucracy.

Montague, if I end up getting bashed with a shovel or skewered with a pitchfork, everyone will know who did it.

Oh, and—

Brilliant plan to whoever put something in the laundry. Thankfully I use my own and am itch free. Try again. I will be waiting.
- Salvatore

SEI UN BUSONE!

E sei un cacasodo. Il pensiero si deve sapere.

Has anyone seen James Kaharis recently? I have not seen him around the school yet and am growing concerned. Given the recent events I do hope that he is not injured or dead, and we have not heard anything about him being expelled. Not that I can think of any reason why a well mannered young boy like himself would be. In short, James is missing, and no one seems to have noticed.

( Private )

[Private]
It's not that the exams are hard, it's that they want to only cover the material that they went over in class. What if you were not present in class?

Frustrating beyond belief.
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[Laura]
Are you going to be staying at Idris for break?
[/Laura]

[Elendir]
You looked great at the dance Who was that you were with, at the dance? I think you are avoiding me. But I'm avoiding you too, so- Nevermind
[/Elendir]

[Dafne]
Don't let him get to you. Remember, Nil illegitimo carborundum. Use that on your Latin midterm. (Which is today, I believe)
[/Dafne]

To the person that I gave my jacket to:

If you are done using it, I would appreciate having it back. Unless this is a hostage situation, in which case I should warn you that I have nothing worth giving as ransom.

Much obliged,
Salvatore Luciano Agliardi

[Private]
If the weather were not so damnably cold, I would let her keep it. But it's hard to go into town to purchase a new one without some kind of cover.

It's not that I don't want to see her, or that I've seen enough of her (although some might argue that seeing someone completely naked was seeing too much of someone, I, for one, disagree. Especially when that person is, for lack of a better word, hot. She has nice legs, although it's a pity that I did not get to see her from behind.) No, I want to see her and I want my jacket back. Two birds, one stone and all that.
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[Private]
I am back. I cannot believe that I am back. Guess what they say is true, you don not realise how much you loved something until it was gone. It is amazing how many memories you can pack into one place over so little time. I am seeing ghosts in the hallways and my sister lurking in corners of a room that should not even be mine! Evie would be thrilled to come back, I’m sure. This place was her playground, even though I thought of it as my prison. Strange how I cannot pinpoint exactly when that changed. When did a prison become a home, and when did home-
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I’m back.

Proof that even I have a sense of humour:

Personally, I think these work better, but English is such a strange language anyway. So I present to you, as your new head boy, alternative definitions for real words in the English Language.

Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.
Circumvent (n.), the opening in the front of boxer shorts.
Coffee (n.), a person who is coughed upon.
Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.
Flatulence (n.) the emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
Frisbatarianism (n.), The belief that, when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck there.
Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.
Negligent (adj.) , describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightie.
Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddish expressions.

Fear me, for I have the power.

[Evie]
Isn't life great?

[Private to Evie]
Do you know a Dafne? I believe that she is in your house.

This weekend I was called back home to Australia, you know. While there, I recieved and very interesting lecture about her. It seems that the school has been- well that's not important, it's head business. I don't want you to get caught up in it. Just tell me what you think of Dafne.
[/Private]

[Private to Self]
Lendie- Lendie is dating someone? Perhaps this is just one of her misguided attempts to take someone under her wing. No. I don't care what she does, she's her own person. Exactly.

I would have asked Lendie's opinion on Dafne, since they are roommates, but I am not sure if I can trust her judgment.
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[Private to Dafne]
Hello Were you aware that the school was seeking your for possible relatives on your behalf?

"I hear you calling, calling for me out in the night."

Why is all the music I listen to is secretly depressing? Even when the tune is upbeat and major key, the words are still off if taken separately. I am not a depressing person, am I?

Still, I think I will leave modern music behind and return to some old favourites and old sounds. I was able to play the bass at home, if only for a few hours, and it reignited the passion for the sound in me. It is a pity that the dorm rooms are not large enough to store my bass here, and the school's instrument is . . . not of the same quality.

I have been neglecting my music in favour of my other arts. . . I think I want to learn a new instrument.

[Private]
Date with Elendir today, my parents made sure to mention it. I believe they would know if it did not happen.

Their comments about Elendir's roommate interests me, it bares further investigation.
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I have been called back on family duties, but will not be leaving until this weekend. Curiously, they were fairly vague as to the exact reason that they want me to overlook. Actually, it is much less of a curiosity and much more of a unsettling occurrence.

I look forward to the chance to go home, but not the rest of the ordeal.

Nessuno me lo ficca in culo You have to be kidding me. I am very pleased with this arrangement, I swear. It used to be that no females were allowed on stage, and the men had to play both roles. This . . . reminds me of my younger years. As if people now a days are mature enough to understand this, merda.

Pucker up, Romeo.

All the raapeti rabbits have gone to everyone's head. They are just vermin, not something sacred. All of their jumping around and the chiavando fucking, has Gatto worked out of sorts. I have had to remind him that he is an old cat, one who cannot even leave the room, much less one who can chase down rabbits. Oddly enough, he glared at me, idiota gatto stupid cat.

There, people, all in English. Can you still understand or do you still need me to dumb it down for you?

This is what I get for ignoring the Western Hemisphere for so long. The fourth of July is just another day on the calender to me, but apparently deserves some celebration ad qiangbao houzi de abundantiam.

Now that is over, may we all regain some troia lurida fottuta sanity? Matur nuwun. Some people actually come fare altre cose rispetto bulkkot jejosul di notte. Alcune persone, come in realtà la riproduzione di musica! Auguro a tutti voi fino soffiò. Ni tama de. Tianxia suoyou de ren. Dou gaisi.

Benefits should be conferred gradually: ( and in that way they will taste better. )

The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, ( the clearer we should see through it. )

Everyone sees what you seem to be, ( few know what you really are )