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[maplefournier]

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i know we've never met (seeing as you're new and all), but i feel as if i've known you for forever. before i get ahead of things, though, let me introduce myself. my name is maple cinnamon fournier. my last name is french, see, so it's pronounced like for-nee-ay. just thought i'd let you know, since i hate it when people pronounce all those random vowels. although you probably won't be saying my name all that often. anyway.

for your information, i bought you at the airport back home, right before i boarded. who would've thought that they'd have a cute little stationary store there, right? well, they did! and i picked you up because you were just the cutest little ivory notebook i've ever seen - creamy looking with pretty pink and yellow swirls on the bottom right corner of your cover. and you know what else? you came with a lock, which i think is pretty damn cool. but the best part about you is that nobody else can read you! that means i can tell you absolutely everything that's going on. it's liberating, really.

so what's the situation as of late?
i just moved. yeah. it kinda sucks, because i pretty much just had my ass shipped across the country...but california isn't quite as bad as i thought it would be. granted, i haven't seen the rich kid neighborhood or the rich kid school yet, but, yanno. i like my side of town. apparently they call it 'the shaks'? not really sure. but it's nice over here and we're right on the beach, so i'm happy. i also just got a puppy (named noodle!) and that makes life about a thousand times better. however, that doesn't fix the biggest problem i've had so far: friends. back home, i had so many friends! it was fantastic, and i miss them all so much. but the best part was that i was never lonely. i get lonely pretty easily, and now? well...now it's bad. i am completely alone here, save for ash and noodle. but noodle is a dog, and ash is so quiet, i just. i don't know. i think the solution is going to be art for a while. haha when is art not the solution? in all seriousness, though, all i do all day is paint, take pictures, or play piano (we got a baby grand put into our loft, how fab is that?!).

i miss home. i miss security. i miss my friends. and - dare i say it? - i kind of even miss my parents.

xo.
maple.