Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in natureneana's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, June 28th, 2005
4:00 pm	Journeyman Tuval says the fight wasn't my fault, either. Jays, crafters and holders just have no idea when it comes to these things. Faulk is cute. Not as hot as his older brother, but still pretty cute. He's very confident. You'd almost think he was weyrbred. ( Inside Tuval's interesting room. (Neana, Tuval) ) ( Mutual appreciation. (Neana, Faulk) ) (Comment on this)
6:57 am	Unsure how to act around Jman Brady. Think calling him sir is a good idea, to start with. Don't know what else to do - want to apologise. Holders suck, so much. Must tell Dad to tell Sapha that Xorvian is a freak. Creep. Both. Might tell her myself if I see her. ( In which Brady won't accept Nea's aapology, faranthdurnit. (Brady, Neana) ) (Comment on this)
Monday, June 27th, 2005
5:36 am	Master Taree called me in. Said Brady confessed. Hope she wasn't lying to see if I'd get him in trouble. Hope I didn't get him in trouble. Wonder if he'll still want to jog with me in the mornings. ( Neana gives her side of the story. (Taree, Neana) ) (Comment on this)
Friday, June 24th, 2005
2:09 pm	Journeyman Brady is HOT. And he fights good. Well. He fights well. And. I met Saph's man. Who was fighting Brady. Over me. I /know/ it was over me. Sweet Faranth. Two grown men were fighting over me... and Brady was SO checking me out. Man, I wish Shay would come visit so I can brag or something. ( In which Neana's head quadruples in size. (Neana, Brady, Xorvian.) ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005
7:22 pm	The Unofficial Files In the back pages of Neana's own Healer notebook, a few scribbles and observations have been made, much in the fashion of a journal, since her old one was invariably left behind during the move to Healer. One such scribble reads - Journeyman Brady is hot. Probably not the type to bend the rules. Darn. Journeyman Tuval is kind of odd. I think I kinda offended him. Bugger, that can't be good for grades. Gave up on writing to Eanoc - left my journal at home. Must remember to try and convince some apprentices to play volleyball. Good excuse to wear a bikini. ( Who wants to play make the Journeymen blush? (Brady, Tuval, Neana) ) (Comment on this)
Monday, April 4th, 2005
10:07 am	This entry isn't in the same format as the rest; instead, it takes on the form of scribbles, written in random directions and sizes all over the page. Rylen... Stylin' Rylen.  Hig.. cry... Stylin'. Eym-Gem.  Femme Eym? Slinky Minks.  Minky slinks. Soadae... Soa's great?  (Faranth, that's shocking.)  Soa, soa... shaffit. Kristi... Misty Kristi?  Fisty Kristi?  Feisty... feisty Kristi.  Heh. (OOC: More to come, as the RP with Minka is finished.)  ;o) (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 17th, 2005
6:03 pm	Eanoc, Shaffit! Dad made me and Eym candidates. I /know/ it wasn't 'cause of Bydelth, but that's what he says. I /know/ he just wants me to Impress so I can't leave Ista... shards, I wish he'd just say that and have it out in the open and tell me I can't go, rather than making me do chores for months while the StoreBoys laugh at me. Isn't that cool, but? The StoreBoys. That's what they call themselves. And they told me! They said I could be a StoreBoy if I wore pants and grew a beard. I think they were teasing me... I know I can't grow a beard, but I could do the pants thing. Anyway, won't get a chance to for awhile, 'cause I'm a chore-didate. We're 16 now. How weird is it? Like, man I feel old. Do you remember being little and thinking sixteen was shelling /old/? I do. Maaaan. I bet you don't have to be a chore-didate. It'd be nice if you got Searched too. Do Ista even Search at High Reaches? I'll have to ask Dad. Sorry I haven't written in so long, it's just... I dunno. I've been busy, helping Shay look after Alayna and Atalo... they're twins like us. I hope they don't get separated like us. Um, anyway... I'll write more later. I wish Eym would move her cot near mine. It's lonely in these big barracks without Granddad close. Love, Nea. (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 10th, 2005
2:15 pm	Dear Eanoc, I won't be coming now until the end of winter. I'm annoyed at Dad for leaving it so late, but then so much has happened here. Ingrid died. And everyone thought Dad killed her. He didn't, it got proved later... but still, Ingrid's dead. She called me stunning, once. I think she was in love with Dad. It's weird to think that she won't be around anymore. I think Ciciath has to stay around without Ingrid, until her eggs hatch. Poor Ciciath. Uhm, and I think everyone thinks I got my job because Dad is a rider. Some huge guy who made a delivery to the stores said something about it. I don't think I was meant to hear, but I did. It's not true, but. I got my job because ... they needed someone, and I asked first. It's not like no-one else could have had it because I asked. Anyway, I'm sure they'd take more assistants if anyone else asked... maybe? I think Soa's jealous, too. I like Soadae. I hope she doesn't stop liking me. Oh, and Shayla had the babies. One boy, and one girl... Alayna and Atalo. Atalo is my favourite, if I'm allowed to have favourites. He's smaller and quieter and cuter. And less hairy. You'd like Atalo. Uhm, anyway, it's dinnertime. Bye. All my love, -Nea. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005
3:49 pm	OOC: All Neana's journal entries are addressed as letters to her twin brother, Eanoc. Late night, fourth day of autumn, 43rd Turn of the Tenth Pass. Eanoc, Dad is really funny.  And Ingrid is obessessed with him.  She's weird, and wrinkly, and she says I'm breathtaking.  To my face.  She kind of creeps me out, you know?  You tell people they're pretty, or good-looking... but breathtaking just sounds sleazy.  But she's a lovely old woman, really.  Just a little insane. Um, I figured something out today.  I don't fit in here.  Very well, I mean.  So... I'm going to ask Dad if I can come live with you and... E'an... at High Reaches.  I hope he says yes.  Otherwise I'll ask to Stand, I suppose.  Ingrid thinks Ciciath will rise next.  I surely hope not, I'd hate to impress Ciciath-spawn.  I might grow to be as odd as Ingrid... even though she's such a lovely old woman, she's odd.  I guess I already am a little odd, though.  Oh well.  Wish me luck talking to Dad. Neana. (Comment on this)