So, I’m not too late in the year to start a diary, right? Because I think I need the nonjudgmental silence of an inanimate object. But diaries are a little…girlish. So here’s a blog!

My name is Gillian Helena Farrington. Very long winded name, which is why I tend to go by the nickname Gilly. I’m a young adult, fresh out of a Particle Physics degree at university. PHD and everything. Cool, huh? I’m from Twinbrook, and come from two sweet yet quite rich parents, who are sweet as pie.

But…I don’t want to be a physicist. It kinda sounds weird, but I want to be a mystic. Probably because I’m a witch.

Didn’t see that coming, huh?

I moved to this kooky town called Moonlight falls. I think being a mystic there would be fruitful, as people believe in the supernatural much more there. It’s nice. There’s a real charm to it, and everyone’s…uh…nice. I’ll get to that. I think it might be good living there, too, because it will help me get in touch with my roots more. Being all witchy and all.

I had this big, beautiful house built there. Balconies, a roaring fireplace and loads of huge screen windows. It was heavenly. I told my parents that I could be self sufficient after that. I didn’t need any more charity from them. I didn’t mean it in a bad way, but I do feel guilty after how much I’ve taken from them. I’m their daughter and everything, but, you know…

But a meteor hit it.

That’s it.

Over.

Done.

I could have moved back in with my parents, but it’s a matter of pride, you know? And I can be quite proud! So I built a little place. No pictures of it when it’s teeny though, as I’m a little embarrassed.

This is me in my work clothes. Horrible, I know. That eye make up! I’m putting these pictures here for prosperity, and also so I can laugh myself silly when I’m all old and wrinkly.

A while goes past and…I haven’t met anyone yet. It sounds stupid, but I’m a romantic! I want to love and be loved. I suppose there must be reasons…so here’s a list I will be doing.

The list of why Gilly Farrington is Forever Single

1. I always find a way to make myself look like a douche at a party. This was taken on Spooky day, which was a few months after I moved in.

It was the party of a guy named…Chauncey Grimm.

More hilarity. At this point, everyone had gotten out of their costumes but I couldn’t get the zipper down! That’s Chauncey. Weird name. nice to invite me to his party, though.

2. I make an ass of myself EVERYWHERE. This was after the eating contest. I wasn’t very proud.

I DID meet someone, though. His name is Gladsten Farmwell and..well, he’s hairy, but isn’t he just dreamy?

He didn’t seem to go for my advances, though…I just had to hope. We were pretty close, though. He was..nice. Those dots are for a reason. I’ll get to it, okay? This is my first blog, after all.

I set up a dating profile to try and find someone just in case things didn’t happen.

Another pic of Gladsten and I.

This picture…is number three.

3. BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO ME.

This is Beatrice Crumplebottom. I met her in the park next to the gypsy caravan where I work. It was a full moon, and clearly that DOES THINGS TO PEOPLE. WANNA KNOW WHY?

SOMEHOW. THIS WAS MY FIRST KISS.

Moon fever. Does crazy things. I tried to settle her down afterwards. Explained that the moon was making us both go nuts. She’s a witch too. Occults, yo. Clearly this wasn’t enough, because when I had her and Gladsten over…

SHE TURNED HIM INTO A FROG. A GODAMNED FROG.

At least I got snuggles…

Coincidentally, this lead to our first kiss. I was changing him back to human. Romantic, eh?

At his party a few days later, we kissed again. I was…kinda in shock about the whole business. Crushing can sometimes mean my face goes funny. That should be number four…

4. FACES.

I asked him to go steady…

He said yes.

Gilly Farrington isn’t single anymore. So, that should be the end of the list, right? WRONG.

Then pulled this face. That counts in four I suppose.

That night was the night I lost my virginity. It was awkward and a little fumbly on my end, but Gladsten? He clearly had practice.

If you know what I mean.

This counts as making an ass of myself. It HURT.

Ran into Chauncey again! He’s a nice guy.

Full moon. No kisses, but trapped in between 2 zombies outside my house…I ran. Fast.

This is the part where I get into point number five.

5. I can’t catch a break. Ever.

I invited Gladsten over to my place, and when he got there, I didn’t recognise him. he recognised me, though. Went in for a kiss. I thought that somehow, the full moon had been up for two days in a row! But no! IT WAS HIM.

He lied to me about his age. In the argument we had, he told me he had commitment issues, anyway. This wasn’t a serious thing for him. I broke things off. He took my heart, my first MALE kiss, and my virginity. And he just walked away like he didn’t care.

I really can’t catch a break, can I?

Told you those dots were for something.

~Gilly