Helena Julian Runcorn's Journal

Word and definition of the day: ver-dant, vur-dnt (adjective): Lacking experience or sophistication; naive.

So, I finished my other journal while I was on vacation. It was a crisis. DIRE. Let me tell you. Thoughts were forming in my head everywhere and I had no way of writing them down. Do I write them on the napkin? No. The napkin gets thrown away. Do I write them on my skin? There’s a problem with bathing and ever since I was seven I promised I’d never go to the land of green skin. No longer for me. Then it hit me. I shall talk! I shall talk my thoughts. Except you know, there is that small problem that I have a lot of ~~talks~~ thoughts and not a lot of memory. And who in the middle of Central America ~~I wish~~ could I talk my thoughts to that could actually remember them for when I wanted to write them again? My grandmother she says she’s getting on in the memory. But I think that’s just her excuse to ignore me. And Eduardo didn’t (still doesn't if you think about it) understand English!

Oh, well, lack of English didn't keep Eduardo from being pretty. Anywho, I managed to ~~borrow~~ find this journal. Man told me all I had to do was write in this thing and people would see. Interesting.

Can anyone see this? Was this a waste of my money? Do you wanna know more about Mexico?

I had plans on staying in England longer but Maui was just calling to me. Positively whispering sweet nothings. There were to be visits though. It's been an age since I've seen my relatives. Especially that cousin of mine. I wonder if he's as verdant as ever or if the years has put some sense in his hug loving self.

[Private to Ernie]

Miss me? You know you did. You know you hear the funniest things when you're on travel.
A bakery? Seriously? Merlin. Every time I think that you can't turn into an even bigger girl ... you turn around and surprise me. Just marvelous.