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Prologue

I should introduce myself: my name is Sylvia, and I am from the town of Elysium. It's quite awkward to introduce myself to no other than a simple cloth-covered book with blank pages that isn't even a living, breathing person as I am.
I suppose a diary or a journal or whatever you address it is where you record your thoughts and feelings. When my mother presented this to me earlier today as a present for my sixteenth birthday, I looked at her quizzically and inquired, "Why did you buy this? Do I really need it, Mother?" And she simply smiled at me, without even answering. I HATE THAT!
But now, all I can say is, blame it on Mother.

Title Page Captions

These captions are listed from top to bottom, left to right:

1. This is a picture of truly great people in Animal Crossing, posing together in front of two trees.
2. K.K. Slider rocking it on Super Smash Bros. Brawl! (Note Pikachu's back is facing you.)
3. A promotional poster for the Animal Crossing Movie, released in Japan, home of Nintendo.
4. A little drawing made by my kid sister Carly of an Animal Crossing scene (I don't recognize the animals.)
5. Meeee! (Eight years old in a pink gingham outfit in Animal Crossing GameCube. Note that my ACGC eyes are different from my ACWW eyes.)
6. A photograph of my sister, Sarah, by the beach in Animal Crossing GameCube.
7. Meeee! again. This time I'm in front of my own house, breathing in the lovely fragrant flowers in the side yard.
8. The Animal Crossing stage in Super Smash Bros. Brawl, an above shot.
9. The set of Animal Crossing pens that I use to write in my diary.
10. A photograph of me talking to Deena, a more recent picture. It's taken in Wild World, and I've already changed the color and style of my hair since that snapshot.

Friday, April eleventh, 2008
Triangle Shades

My sister, Carly, was very heartbroken today. She was dashing around in circles from our house all the way to Nookington's with her triangle shades on. Honestly: they're her most prized possession. I don't see any sentimental value in triangle shades at all, so I attempted to make her feel better by remarking that it wasn't the end of the world; triangle shades are astoundingly ugly and strange-looking. Well, Carly burst into tears after I said that, and refused to speak to anyone else afterwards. Mother's facial expression clearly told me to shut up for the remainder of the day.
Today was a rather bland day, and I say "bland" because I was referring to Mother's beet soup. That was worse than Sarah's boiled cabbage and corned beef (I assumed actual corns from your feet were cooked along with the meal). Beet soup consists of pickled beets with a bunch of herbs thrown in for flavoring. I wish I could come to like beet soup. It's actually very pretty: the broth is a pink color (I honestly don't know why) and the aroma is better than the taste. However, I suppose I will never like beet soup, let alone beets.
I brought Carly her dinner tray after I finished my own. She was in bed, staring into space, her cheeks stained with tears. I noticed Carly's diary beside her lamplight. It was open to her entry for today, and a photograph illustrating her holding her treasured triangle shades stood out prominently against the page. Immediately, I sympathized for poor Carly. When I made that thoughtless comment, I wasn't thinking. Now I understood and felt her pain.
Well, that's about it.

Saturday, April twelfth, 2008
New Housemate!!!!!

GUESS WHAT?! WE HAVE A NEW HOUSEMATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Sorry, I can't stop shouting. I'm so exciteddd )

The new person is this boy named Philip. He's exactly my age, and he comes from Serenity Village. Philip says he suffered at Serenity: everyone treated him as if he was a mere mortal, and no one allowed for his aspirations to be achieved. (Whoa, alliteration.) Philip explained that he wanted to start a new life, one immensely different from his past, and brighten the future in Elysium.
Mother suggested we all introduce ourselves to Philip and spend time with him on his first day in Elysium. I agreed, and so did Sarah and Carly. I offered Philip a tour of our town, and he seemed awed at each building we stopped at. Finally, we arrived at the Roost, and Carly asked Philip if he liked coffee.
We were astonished at his reply--Philip had never, ever had a single sip of coffee in his entire life. The only beverage available in Serenity was coconut cordial. A bitter, unpleasant, pungent, horrifying thing, Philip recalled. I also shuddered. Coconut cordial every day. Not even a fresh gulp of water to relish.
Sarah volunteered to buy Philip his coffee, and assured him that it would be magnificent, as well as a relief from all the coconut cordial. We ordered our drinks at the counter, and proceeded with our conversation while Brewster prepared the coffee.
We watched as Philip took a sip. It was a special pigeon blend by Brewster, and Philip loved it. Then we promised him more tomorrow.
Prior to dinnertime, Sarah whispered to me that she had a crush on Philip. Ewwwww. I liked him very much, but Sarah literally destroyed it with that. I also saw her fall all over herself at the dinner table, since she sat next to Philip.
Good night.

Saturday, April nineteenth, 2008
The Teachings of Philip and How They Affect Me: A Diary Entry About Philosophy

I am so sorry for not writing for a while. But Philip has a knack for making time fly by when you're having fun.
I suppose he thinks of me as his closest friend among all of the residents of Elysium, and it's true, too. I grab every minute of every day to spend time with Philip: fishing, catching insects, playing games, drinking coffee, talking. We have the deepest, most emotional conversations, and we look to one another as trustworthy confidants.
Sarah, as you remember, still has a soft spot for Philip. She also is jealous of me, since Philip and I are always together, and he'd rather talk to me than Sarah any day. I guess she and I have grown utterly distant by now. To tell you the truth, we've always been. Sarah does not exactly regard me as a sisterly companion, and she treats Carly the same way. I sympathize for Sarah, a little, because she's nearly friendless. Everyone else is either interested in mine, Philip, or Carly's friendship. But you see, Sarah is naturally cold, and we can't change that aspect about her, though I wish I could.
Philip enjoys collecting fossils and Gyroids, which are picked up almost every day in Elysium. As a new-housemate gift, I bought him his own shovel from Nook's. This is how devoted Philip is to the sport: each morning, before sunrise, he wakes up; dons his equipment; and ventures off, seeking new treasures to unearth. Personally, I don't care very much for the activity. I never thought of it as a really special thing to do, except until Philip told me why he loves it. "You make new discoveries, and you're happy with what you've found. As ordinary and plain they might appear, they've got a load of sentimental value. And you get the feeling of accomplishment, which is a good feeling to experience."

Saturday, April nineteenth, 2008
Conversation Between Philip and I

After lunch, Philip and I got out some pieces of notebook paper and pens. We always do that when we're bored. And when an idea pops up into our heads about what to do with that paper and pens, we just go ahead and do it!
Today our new paper & pen pastime is having a conversation on paper. We can write random things and make drawings and stuff. I copied it down too, word for word, sketch for sketch, doodle for doodle, hot chocolate stain for piece of lint (XP):
(My favorite part of the conversation)
S: Tell me, Philip, what eggsactly are you?
P: The Bunster. (We had read P.S. Longer Letter Later together, in case you were wondering)
S: I want your candy. Can I tell you a hare-raising tale, Mr. Bunster?
P: Sorry, Punster, I'm all out.
(Drawings)
One to honor the Punster and Bunster!

Sunday, April twentieth, 2008
@#$%^&*!!!!!!

I am so mad!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday evening
Calming down...barely

I should explain why I am so mad and nearly tore up this book in my previous entry. But I have cooled my temper down by now.

Sarah is the worst sister/person you can live with. She's also nosy and doesn't mind her own beeswax, for Pete's sake. This morning, Sarah opened my journal and read everything: each page, each line, each chicken mark. Even when this journal is supposed to be kept confidential.

But that's not the end of the issue, you see. Sarah took out every single entry and placed them in her own journal (she doesn't even write in it!). Then she showed those pages to Philip, or at least, attempted to. Philip refused to read someone else's private property, and I thank him greatly for that. When she finally gave up with our household members (none of us gave in to her), Sarah made a loudspeaker announcement that anyone can read the journal entries she has taken from me. Immediately, every villager accepted the offer and read the pages. Curse Sarah and her meddling with personal life.

Oh, and guess what?! The rights of those journal entries are being sold to a local newspaper, and they are publishing my private property on the front page headline!

Late Sunday evening
A Message from Sarah

Dear Sylvia,

Here is the newspaper article containing your diary. It did make the front page, and ten thousand people are flocking to Elysium, seeking you, the writer of those diary entries. You have become a star, with the help of me. Aren't you lucky enough to have such a supportive and caring sister, Sylvia? I hope you appreciate what I've done for you.

Sarah

Monday, April twenty-first, 2008
Vengeance!!!

I utterly loathe my sister. I detest her; I regard her with disdain; she is beyond despicable and idiotic and arrogant. She's also selfish too.

In case you don't know who I am referring to, look at the message she left me with the newspaper article. That should give you a clue.

I refused to have breakfast with Sarah at the table: I fully anticipated that she'd rub in the subject of the diary entries someway or another. And I didn't want to suffer her cruelty either. Sarah can be an unspeakably stupid and self-involved brat on a more-than-regular basis, and I hope Mother disowns her or something. I wish Sarah would die; this is how serious my feelings are towards her.

Philip visited my bedroom this morning after breakfast, and he tried to comfort me with his soothing, reassuring self. He also volunteered to help me take revenge on Sarah, if I was intending to. Immediately, I delighted at the proposal. Sarah rightfully deserved to be taken vengeance upon, and it had to be a successful, good, pleasurable type of vengeance as well. Philip obtained some paper and pens for us to brainstorm possibilities for her punishment.

I suggested that we recruit Carly to help. I had perfect timing as well: Carly had just entered the room once I completed my last syllable. Philip asked her if she would like to join our Operation Attack mission, and this broad smile appeared on her face. "I hate Sarah with all my heart, even if she is my sister," Carly declared. "I will surely help you!" I then hugged Carly gratefully, and we requested her feedback for our best plans.

Finally we have narrowed it down to putting laxatives and sedatives in Sarah's water glass at suppertime. It will put her to sleep, as well as feed the chances of diarrhea (tee-hee). We would then sneak out into the night, nab her mattress, and toss it out upon the lake. She'll wake up and find herself floating on water tomorrow morning! Isn't that a beautiful image, Diary?

Mother is oblivious to our Operation Attack, and I hope it's kept that way. Though she isn't close to Sarah herself, Mother would not risk having any harm done to her. So I'd better buy a safe and secure lock for this book so neither Mother nor Sarah nor anyone else can invade my privacy!

Random Photographs

1. Here's a photograph of darling Philip in his Viking horns and Asian shirt!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ohmypod/106109658/sizes/o/in/set-72057594072446502

2. MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/danicapurso/92412303

3. Carly!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/danicapurso/92647433/

4. Mum! (A drawing of her face)



5. Beautiful, serene, verdant Elysium...

Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Financial Troubles

It all started at breakfast. We all were eating pancakes with syrup and butter and diced apples, peaches, pears, cherries, and oranges on top (Fruit Mania, w00t!!!).

Philip had retrieved our mail, and within the pile of letters, we had our mortgage bill from Tom Nook. It demanded 500 thousand Bells from us! And Tom Nook stated, very clearly, in black and white lettering, that if we failed to pay him the money in two months, we would have to give up our beloved household and move elsewhere, abandoning our cherished Elysium.

Mother was about to cry. I saw the expression in her eyes. Carly hugged her tightly, attempting to soothe Mother, but it was too overwhelming for all of us.

How could we be fined so much by Tom Nook, that cheapskate scum? We did our best to fulfill previous mortgages and satisfy the load out of him. And now this is how he repays us in exchange. I'm so mad.

If we ever do have to pack up our bags and leave Elysium, I'd never feel sadder. Elysium runs through our veins, in our bloodstream. It should always be in our hearts and before our eyes. Departing from our Fatherland is simply too bad to be true.

I'm too dejected and disheartened today. I'll also vow to do everything I can to add to our savings account, and if I work really hard, we'd have some money left over after we quench Nook's thirst for Bells. He's more of a dictator in Nookington's...and perhaps Philip and I could talk to Mayor Tortimer later today. Tortimer is goodhearted and benevolent, unlike Nook.

Meanwhile, Sarah is selfishly ignoring the entire predicament we're in. Typical of her. Oh, how I wish I could beat the heck out of that monster!

I've also written a haiku:

Windswept leaves fall down
In the prettiest colors
They fall at my feet.

Okay, it's not the best haiku I could write, but it describes my feelings in a simple, vague way.

Here's a free-verse poem, which is a longer version of the haiku:

Windswept Leaves

Windswept leaves fall down
From the treetops
In the mild breeze
A shower of precious green
From the sky
But I can't care for
This wonder,
And they fall at my
Feet.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Meeting Gamegirl

Today I met Gamegirl of China! She is a very pretty and kind girl with wide-set dark eyes, and her outfit was beautiful. Philip introduced me to Gamegirl in the first place, and I'm glad he did. We are becoming friends, Gamegirl and I. I hope we see each other often; I'd like to see China. The name is already exotic.

Gamegirl is sort of shy, but in a sweet kind of way. She also loves animals and nature. Gamegirl also wrote a poem for me:

The Red Panda

A red panda
Climbs up a tree,
Suddenly disturbed by an evil cheetah. (EVIL!)
He smiles at me,
I wave.

Thursday, April 24, 2008
The Elysium Inn!!!

Hi, Diary! It's me, Sylvia, happier than ever!

Today at breakfast, a brilliant, magnificent, wonderful, splendid idea popped into my head while recalling our financial troubles with Tom Nook. It would certainly solve our predicament...and, hence the title of this journal entry, open an inn!

I can organize everything: the interior design, the uniforms, the guests, the customer service...and Philip could be my right-hand man while being a busboy at the same time. I also invited Gamegirl to serve as a waitress at our Feminin le Elysian, which will serve the most heavenly of Elysium cuisine. Carly could help out in the gardens and the cooking. Sarah will be the maid (ha!).

As for Mother, she shall be the head chef and be in charge in the kitchen. I'm already making a list of the supplies and materials we will need prior to actually opening the inn. Gamegirl (GG, as we refer to her, now) has volunteered to recruit employees for the inn. She'll ask her housemates--Katrina, Miley, and Vinny--to help out. We're also sifting through our piles of clutter for as many coupons as possible, so the equipment is purchased cheaply and quickly.

We'll have to begin a new life with new changes, but at least it'll be fun to run an inn. We can post advertisements and even have sponsors to escalate the rates of publicity. Who would not want to spend their time in our town?

I brought up the idea at breakfast, and immediately everyone loved it...even Sarah agreed that we should do it! I guess I'll have to try to be kinder and associate more with her. I have admitted myself that I sympathize for Sarah. I'll attempt to be as sisterly as I can.

New villager: Matilda! She is a pleasant kangaroo and I hope that she checks into our inn in the future. In the meantime, I'm inviting her over for dinner tonight.

Introducing...*drumroll*...THE PHOTO ALBUM!!!! XDDDDDDDDDDDD



The front side corner of our main lobby, which is blue...



The lovely bedroom to the right, bedless...



My retirement room, decorated in green, with a cozy fireplace and animal's portraits...



More of the green retirement room.



The upstairs regal bedroom. It is my favorite room of all!



Right in front of the piggy bank in the blue lobby.



The exotic bedroom. In the background, my favorite show!!!



Watching my favorite show.



Somewhere...over the rainbow...are golden roses...*sings*

Photography Fever

Philip helped me snap over fifty more pictures! Some are totally random! XDDDDDDD (Sorry, haven't had the time to include captions...make them up and message me with them, how 'bout that?!)

Tuesday, April twenty-ninth, 2008
Emma of Bellberg

Emma of Bellberg is the best!

Seven letters.

AWESOME!

Wednesday, April thirtieth, 2008
Philip and Sarah

Well, I think you can probably conclude what will occur in the events I shall retell in this diary entry merely by taking a brief glance at the title. (It's my Vocabulary Craze Day today )
Sarah's dreams and hopes and wishes did come true after all. I spotted them on a beach stroll together, and they were absorbed in an earnest discussion. I even glimpsed Philip's eyes twinkle with a special, radiant light, directly towards Sarah. I have never witnessed him like that before.
I am happy for them, and I strongly believe that Sarah will be more open and lighthearted now. Philip will transform her into a new, better person, with wisdom and inner strength and faith and courage. Sarah needs those things. I wish I did understand why she used to be as bitter and distant and cold. I always wanted to help Sarah and be her friend, but she never allowed anyone to be a genuine part of her life. It was as if Sarah desired hiding her weaknesses and flaws and vulnerabilities, and appear tougher and stronger to exaggerate herself.
If only I could have Sarah confide in me without relenting. I like deep, emotional conversations. It allows me to really see who I am talking to, and not the physical appearance, either.
Okay, enough with this touchy subject. As for our inn...it's bound to be a huge success! Everyone is praising me for my knack for organization and neatness. Our advertisements are already up on a dozen different public bulletin boards, and I'm certain we will be flooded with guests, and we can raise that money to pay Nook!
Gamegirl is designing her own waitress's uniform. It's very pretty, and she's nearly finished with putting it together. It's complete with its own, lace-edged apron and Gamegirl uses a beautiful, soft, silky fabric. I will take a color photograph and include it soon, once the outfit is all done. Gamegirl also needs to add several embellishments and create her own nametag and everything...it's really professional work that she's doing, don't you think?
All right, Mother is bellowing for me to get my buns off of this chair and stop writing and step into the shower. Bye!

Yours truly,
Sylvia

Saturday, May third, 2008
W00t! May!!!

May is my favorite month of the year. I am a springtime person, inside and out. I embrace the wonders and beauties and powers of nature. I have even dedicated to worshipping and revering the Greek goddess of fertility and harvests, Demeter.
Philip says May is truly the heart of every year. He sorrowfully remembers the barren springs spent in Serenity Village, and I sympathize for his loss of May memories. I then reassured Philip that now he is in Elysium, and each season will be as enjoyable and memorable as ever, which made his face light up. Again with the light, and this time it was just as beautiful as when he smiled at Sarah.
I should take more photographs of Elysium, and not just random ones. Preferably the map, XD.

Cordially,
Sylvia

Sunday, May fourth, 2008
Statistics

My diary is nearing two hundred views, w00t!

Let's keep that up, shall we?

Today in our Pen-and-Paper Pastime, Philip made a drawing of Sarah. He didn't use pencil; he used ink. An all ink piece of artwork.

I have never heard of such ways before, but Philip always opens my eyes to new things. I like it...I like how he does that, I like it very much.

Philip then signed his initials in the lower left-hand corner of the sheet of paper, and later gave it to Sarah. She was more than thrilled to receive a beautiful gift. Sarah promised Philip that she would hang it by her bed; she loved it so much, I could tell.

I don't know why, but I'm sort of jealous of Philip and Sarah's relationship. Noooo....I'm not envious of the fact that they like each other (Yuck!) but I'm lonely nowadays. Philip is usually spending time with Sarah. He barely even sits next to me at mealtime anymore; of course, Sarah reserves the chair to her right just for Philip. It makes me feel...left out.

Carly is busy with making up new recipes to cook once our inn opens. I'm not that enthusiastic about my secretarial/stickler/bookkeeping job that much, and it's kind of unhealthy in my perspective. Gamegirl did finish putting together the waitress outfit, but my camera wasn't obeying today, and therefore, the photograph was too blurry and poorly taken that it would be shamed to put it in my diary. Surely you deserve better than that.

Anyway...about the statistics...I need someone to make up captions for my captionless snapshots...PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....

Love and other indoor sports,
Sylvia

P.S. I made up that signature myself. It was totally random, but I like it.

Saturday, June twenty-eighth, 2008
Sarah Takes Over

I am so caught up in the inn business that I haven't had any time to write or even take you down from the shelf without being interrupted. I'm sorry, Diary. I wish I had much more free time so I can report everything to you. But unfortunately, I can't.
It's simple to toss your diary in the trash or forget it ever existed, and maybe hide it under a floorboard or something. But no, I'm not that kind of person. Instead, I am going to have Sarah write in you from now on. Once I get the chance, I will leaf through some old entries I've written months ago and breathe life back into those good (and bad) times that need some remembering every once in a while.
I'm sad about leaving you, but now I can make sure Sarah's hands are safe and tender and caring hands. She will open up just for you, and perhaps she can pass this newfound tradition to Philip (my mother has officially adopted him, so he's now a true member of our family). Carly's already taken up diary writing a long time before. She's filled up two, in fact, in less than four months. That's really quick progress, and she writes more than one entry per day.
This diary will never end, because the pages are immortal. Instead of merely purchasing more and more diaries, we'll buy looseleaf paper and attach it to the leather binding with a big skein of enameled thread.
Love forever,
Sylvia