Jeannie Lampanelli

( Poof! Whaddaya need? )

ccrpg | cheshiremods

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctors, Johnny, Wander and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

YAY DECEMBER!

I'm so pumped! Christmas is coming up, which means lots of awesomeness is about to occur! I mean, seriously...unless you're a big scrooge, Christmas time is the best time of the year! Or the hap-happiest season of all, if you will! I love everything about Christmas, not just all the cool gifts you get. Not that those aren't great, but the tree and the decorations and the SNOW! Oh man, the snow is GREAT! Coming from a place that never has any, I appreciate it a lot more than some other people might. I may love it just as much as Bing! Bwahaha.

So...if whoever controls the weather is readin' this journal, Jeannie Lampanelli wants a whole buttload of snow!

PLEASE????

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctors, Johnny, Wander and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

My head hurts...


I fell asleep in the stairwell the other day. That was fun.


NOT.


I woke up to find like, 10 people hovering around me, asking me if I'm alright. Then I was hauled outta there into the medical ward or whatever and hook me up to an I.V. and stuff. Those things suck. Needles are the worst. You'd think I'd be used to them by now...but I'm totally not.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctors, Johnny, and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

Ooooh, this isn't good.


Not good at all.


Well, it's not...bad, but it's gonna be!


So, here's the deal, journal. I have a new master. He's a really nice guy... be he seems kind of sad. :( Hopefully I'll be able to help with that, though.



That isn't the bad part though! The bad part, is that now I'm going to have to tell Vegeta, and hooooly crap, he's not going to be happy about this. Maybe I'll keep putting it off, until he brings it up, and then I'll be like "Huh? Oh! Right, the wish thing! Well...funny story!"


Yeah, that's gonna go over well.


Does anyone have some armor? I'm gonna need it.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctors and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

HUFF.


Dr.Calumet left. SHOCKING. At least I still have Dr.Dove! He hasn't bailed on me, yet. Go Dr.Dove! Whoo!

Now I've just gotta meet this new guy, Dr.Landa or something.


All I know is that his name kinda reminds me of Lando from Star Wars...

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctors and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

This sucks.

Like, this really sucks.

Just when I start getting used to a new doctor, BAM!, they go and switch things up on me.

Dr.Angel, Dr.Van Dort, Dr.Winters, Dr.Dorian, and Dr.Cuddy didn't work out, so now I have not only one new doctor but two!

ARE THEY TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE CRAP?

What if they both bail on me? Then I'm going to have to get doctor number seven. It's really not fair. As soon as I tell one of them something, I get another one, and have to tell that one what I told the other one.

I swear, I go through more doctors than a the average person goes through paper towels.


Which is a lot.

Meh. Hmph. Bleh. Rawr.


Well Dr.Dove, Dr.Calumet...are you ready for the cursed patient who seems to make every doctor go POOF?

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

John Dorian.

Doctor number four.

Four. How weird is that? I feel like I'm going through docs like water around here. I'm starting to think it's me that's making them all go poof!

Oh man, that would suck. I'm like...the cursed patient! OH NO!



Usually when I say something like 'I hope things will work out with this one!', something goes wrong. And...I just said it, but it doesn't count because I wasn't really saying it, right?


Crap.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

Yawwwn!

I'm so tired. There hasn't been too much going on lately, so maybe I'm just bored. Ho, hum. Or, maybe I'm both...because I'm kind of tired of being bored, and I'm kind of bored with being tired. That feeling gets old really quickly, ya know?

I haven't felt sick in a really long time, so I'm either doing something right, or the medication is working. Or maybe both! Whoa, notice a pattern?

I think they said they wanted to do another surgery...but I dunno. Maybe it'll help, but the recovery time would be really long, and I'd have to just sit around for a few weeks. A few weeks! I'd be doing nothing! Ugggh, the thought alone makes me unhappy. But the docs know what they're talking about right? Maybe I should just trust them...


Meh, enough of that. I'm going to go and hang around the rec room for a while.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

Martin’s gone.

He was my best friend, here.

First it was Doctor Angel, then Travis, then Doctor Van Dort, then Hansel. Even Johnny went away for a little while…but at least he came back.

I should be happy for Martin! Maybe he went home! That would be awesome. Than he could have tea parties all day long!

But what if they just put him somewhere else?

Well. I’m sure wherever he is, he’s happy. At least he doesn’t have to deal with the Queen anymore. There’s a plus side! And, I’m sure he’ll write. And even if he doesn’t, it’ll probably be because he’s really busy.

I’m sure that’s why Hansel never wrote. Or maybe it’s because he’s still mad at me, for not granting his last wish. I wouldn’t blame him…

Maybe one day I’ll go away, too. And…if I don’t, I guess it wouldn’t be too bad. I can keep making new friends.

You know what they say: Make new friends, and keep the old; one is silver and the other gold. La, la, la. All that jazz!

Sometimes I’m afraid of making new friends though. I keep getting close to people, only to lose them later on. Sucks, doesn’t it? Oh well. It’s a chance I’ll have to take! I’d rather have one or two friends every now and then, than be alone forever.

Now that would suck.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

SO.

I've been thinking a lot, about things that I want to do. You know, after I get out of here. Maybe I'll start writing them down, when I think of stuff! Like, I already have a few things I want to do, so I might as well start now:

Go skydiving (holy crap, how cool is that? Sorta like you're flying.)
Go ice skating. I never learned how.
Learn how to play the piano.
Learn how to speak French.
Be in a play. Doesn't even have to be on Broadway or anything, I just like to be on stage.
Take dancing lessons, again.
Get my driver's license.
Wear a gown.
Go back to school.
Go to a dance.
Get married (far future!)
Have a boyfriend (sorta has to happen before I get married, aha.)
Be kissed by someone who isn't Hansel, and actually means it...

Some of those are just silly things, but...still. A girl can dream, can't she?

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

Wowza!

It's been a really long time since I've been able to write in this thing. Well, I haven't been here for a while, so that would probably explain why I haven't been able to write in my journal, right? Aha. Huzzah for logic, right?

Anyway. Uh...they sent me away for a while. I dunno why, but they thought that maybe a change of scenery would be better for me. They had a really good physical therapy place there, and because I've been feeling under the weather more often than I usually do, they wanted to check it out. It always feels really weird to me, having people always touch me and stuff. It hurts sometimes, but apparently it's supposed to or something. It's healing pain, apparently. But that just doesn't make much sense to me, because you're supposed to heal the pain not heal with pain, because that's just sorta counter productive isn't it? "You're in pain? HAVE MORE PAIN!" "AWESOME!"

Only, you know, totally not. But, whatever. It did make me feel a liiiittle bit more at ease, but I didn't like it there so maybe that's why it didn't help all the way. So, they sent me back here! I told them I wanted to stick with my old doc, because I really don't want it to change again. I swear, I feel like the plagued patient that nobody wants! Boo.

Maybe they can't handle my awesomeness. That's gotta be it!

But yea. Now that I'm back, I really want to see everyone again. I've missed all of my friends so much! Hopefully they're still my friends... I don't want them to be mad at me or something. Expecially Johnny...

I guess we'll find out soon, right?

[OOC: This particular entry is hidden from Johnny, so only her Doctor and whoever might find it laying around can read it.]

He's gone.

Hansel is gone. He was my last master.

Was he more than that?

I don't know, but I didn't complete all of his wishes. He had one left. One wish that might never get granted now, because he's not here, and I don't know where he went. So what happens? What do I do with that wish that's just...hanging out there? What if Johnny makes his next 2 wishes, and then I get a new master, and then Hansel comes back? Then he has to wait for his wishes again, and then...

He was so angry last time. What if he gets angry at me again?

But what if he never comes back? Why did they take him away?

Ugh, I don't know...and then there's Johnny...

I want to help him so much. I want to do something for him, and I want to be able to make him feel better, and he made his wish and I don't know how to grant it! I have to though. I have to try, because that wouldn't be fair! I couldn't stand seeing him like he was the other night, he looked so sad...so miserable. So broken. I felt so useless, and he must have felt useless too. But, that's why he made his wish. I can only imagine what the next 2 are going to be like...

I don't know what to do. I really don't.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

I got another new doctor.

Yuuup. Another one. Siiiiigh. First it was Doctor Angel, then it was Doctor Van Dort, and now it's...uh...

Something with a W....


Winters! Yes, that's it. I totally forgot his name for a second. I knew it was a season or something, though.

Yeah, so, he's my new doctor. One of the Nurses told me today.

Maybe third doc's the charm?

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

So.

It seems like everyone is leaving.

First it was Bryan, and now Travis is gone. A lot of people are gone, actually, but I never really spoke to many of them. James is gone now, too. I mean, I only spoke with him once, and I'm sure Martin is glad to have him gone because he didn't like having a new roommate, but he was pretty nice. I liked him, anyway. Then again I usually like everyone.

Changing subjects now.

Yesterday was Father's day. I always miss my family, but I really missed my Dad yesterday. I thought I should send him something, but...I guess he's used to not getting things from me, since he hasn't gotten a gift from me in 11 years. I'm sure my Mom wrapped something nice that said 'From Jeannie' but it wasn't really from me. Sigh.

Oh well...I hope they come to visit me soon. I'd love to see them.

That's about it for me.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'...this entry, however, was written while she was sitting in the common room, and she probably left it open for anyone to read when she got up to go back to her room.]

It's happening again. I can feel it, and it sucks.

They keep telling me I'll be fine, but it hurts so bad, and I can't do anything, and none of the medication they give me works, it just makes me sleepy and

[Before she could finish her sentance, she struggled to get back to her room. If anyone comments, I'm sure an orderly or a nurse will take it back to her so she can see it.]

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]


Hm.

Hmmmmmmm.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

I'm bored. Obviously. There hasn't been a lot going on lately. I've seen Martin every now and then, and Travis, and Delilah, and other people, but I haven't seen Hansel in a long time. And Bryan was sent away! I hope he went home. I mean, I don't hope he went home because I didn't like him being here, but I know that I want to go home, so if he got to go home I'd be a little bit jealous.

So, that's it, really. Nothing too exciting. Same old stuff, different day! But I did draw a picture today! Oooh, aaaah. I'm no artist, but it was a picture of a butterfly and it was blue and pink. Muy bonita! I got paint all over my sweatshirt though. Oh well!

[OOC: Entry is ripped out of journal and slipped under the solitary door. Anyone can read it if they see it lying around. Her writing is frantic and a lot less cartoony than it usually is.]

It's dark in here

It's small

It's too small

I feel like the walls are closing in and it's so small, why isn't there more room in here?

I can't breathe! I swear, it's like I'm being squished, and I can't move around as much as I want to, and there's no where to go, and this window isn't big enough it's so tiny and I can hardly reach it to see out of it

It's too small why did they have to make this room so small

I did something good, I was just doing something good, and I had to do something bad to do it and now I got put in here and it was worth it but I can't move as much as I want to and

I don't want to be in here anymore I need to be out of this room, this room is too small, I can't open the door and it's so small and I can't move, and I can't breathe

I need someone to talk to me, please? Please? I can't be alone in here

I can't it's too small

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

What are we supposed to do on Valentines day?

The last one I remember, I was passing little cards back and forth, giving random hugs to people in my class. Awww...hugs are so cute! But that was like, a long time ago. I'm all adult-like now. So what are adults supposed to do on Valentines? I remember that my parents used to go out on a date and leave me with a babysitter, who I haaaated. God, she was such a brat. She never let me do anything. But, since I'm in here, and have no one to go on a date with, not that we can even go on dates, what am I supposed to do?

Sometimes I feel like when I'm in here, I have that stupid babysitter watching over me again, like I'm still a kid. But I'm not still a kid, right? I mean, sometimes I forget that because I never really grew up, but I did, right?

Augh, thinking waaaaay too much about that. Back to Valentines.

Someone es'plain.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down. Martin and other close friends are able to read this entry.]

It hurts when I breathe.

It hurts when I move, and it just hurts!

My head hurts...my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my chest hurts, my hands hurt...

I can't even write correctly, it's too much effort, and I can't do anything, it hurts...

I wish it would go away...I wish it would go away...I wish it would go away!

If only it worked on myself...if only I could be my own master and make the pain stop.

[OOC: The only people she allows to read her journal are her Doctor and her current 'master'. Anyone else probably wouldn't be able to read it, unless they saw it lying around somewhere...which is possible, because sometimes she forgets where she put it down.]

I married me a wife in the month of June,
Risselty-rosselty now, now, now!
I carried her home in a silver spoon,
Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty,
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now !

She swept the floor but once a year,
Risselty-rosselty now, now, now!
She swore her brooms were all too dear,
Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty,
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

She combed her hair but once a year
Risselty-rosselty now, now, now!
At every rake she shed a tear,
Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty,
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

She churned the butter in dad's old boot,
Risselty-rosselty now, now, now!
And for a dash she used her foot
Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty,
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

The butter came out a grisly grey,
Risselty-rosselty now, now, now!
The cheese took legs and ran away,
Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty,
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

The butter and cheese are on the shelf
Risselty-rosselty now, now, now!
If you want any more, you can sing it yourself,
Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty,
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

I hate that song. I don't know why I know the words, but I do. Maybe they played 'The Birds' a lot while I was asleep. Hm. Or maybe I knew it before I went to sleep, and I just started to remember it. Either way, I was sitting around and needed to jot down the words before I forgot them again. Aren't they so freaking weird? I mean really, who marries someone who's that nasty? Wouldn't you know that she's dirty before you married her? And how big was that spoon?

ANYHOO! A lot has happened. For starters, I got a new master, which is...well, I don't know yet. I guess we'll see how it goes. He's already made one wish so far, so he still had two to go. It isn't fair that he doubts me so much. Bah. Whatever, I'll prove him wrong.

Maybe the Doc will see that I'm not lying, too. And maybe I'll be able to get out of here once he sees that I really can grant wishes!