Hi! It’s me! Lily!!!
I’m nervous!!! SAT tests tomorrow!! Aww!!!
Anyway, the girls are over tonight but we’re going to go to bed early. I’m not the only one who has to take SAT tests. Liz does too, and Beth wants to take a practice test, so… we’re all going to be busy tomorrow. Aww.
You know, I realized something today. You know K-on? That anime where all the girls start a band? It’s all girls. I mean it’s all girls. I don’t think there’s one male in there except for maybe the guitar shop owner and the school president, maybe more but those are the two that I think have speaking roles. And I hear love live is even worse – I haven’t watched it yet but I hear there’s exactly two males in the entire thing.
And… you know? My life isn’t that different.
There are a few more males, yes, but I don’t talk about them much. There’s Dave and David of course, there’s Joe, there’s the owner, the conductor, Jack, Liz’s boyfriend (did I ever actually tell you his name? I forget), the pastor, and… a couple of other guys that have randomly attacked us. But the cast of girls is huge and keeps growing.
Have I somehow created a Cute Girls doing Cute Things diary???
Hmm. I might have.
I’m not really sure how I feel about that. I don’t hate guys. Other than the ones who attacked us, I like them fine. But they’re not like sisters. They’re guys. I… guess they’re just guys. What am I supposed to say?
It’s not cute guys doing cute things… Well, except for maybe Jack, I guess… haha
Well, I guess this diary is going to be what it is, right? Just me and a bunch of sisters and a few guys when it’s convenient…
I guess.
Why do I feel a little unsettled about that?
Oh well. We need to get some sleep.
Love you all!!! ❤️
From the creator:
It’s true that Lily and I are different and what’s on her mind is usually not really what’s on mine, though the themes might sometimes be similar. But in this case, she does kind of mirror me. I created a Cute Girls doing Cute Things serial fiction, and it does kind of unsettle me. It has since the beginning, if we’re being honest.
Oh well.