LOL. Annie turning girly?...what are you talking about? She's trying as hard as she can to avoid that, though she thinks...it's time to embrace the much love she has for her Drew...


Soo, people...finally, here you have the update. Sorry for the latness.

Dear Phantom,

Ah. Beautiful summer this was. And I mean it. It was better than the last one, maybe because of the fact that I have a boyfriend, a lot of friends to hang out with and I'm attending Hogwarts now. It all became too perfect for a life. Maybe I don't even deserve it. But I love it to pieces, wishing nothing of this would never, ever end.

The first thing that I did this summer was going to Whitney Ashford's house. And guess who was the big guest there? Of course, Torin Kane. Gorgeous Torin Kane. And well, things don't end there: We started talking to him, about how cute he is, how big are his pectorals, blah blah...all those things you may know by now, and well, he got bored and mad about it and slept just in the middle of the conversation. Haha, that was hilarious. NOT REALLY. Then, Whitney had the greatest idea of her life, to write over Torin's tummy and face. But just the minute I was to put on a mustache, he woke up and scared me. After all, we all ended in the pool, splashed, damp. It was a fun day, that one.

Then, when I came back home Lori arrived. We were around Córdoba for those days she spent with us, my family and me. She continued trying to speak Spanish, as well to make me wear heels, which I think it's not so hard after all. It's fun and that made me feel a bit more comfortable when I thought about what to wear when I left to visit Drew the next week. Thank you, Lorelai Bristol for being the best friend ever.

So, yes...the next week it was all to prepare for the trip to Germany, from which I just have a word to describe it, wonderful. The cab that took me to Drew's house left me abut ten blocks away from the real street, though it was not a displeasure to walk. After all, the weather was not so bad, except for the humidity that could barely kill you if you didn't have water to drink while the small trip. When I knocked the door, Drew's step-dad opened the door, and immediately called my boyfriend, who arrived in less than a minute, though with a scratch on his face. And that wasn't Copito's fault, but his brother Matt's. I talked about it like a bloody fight...since the scratch got to bleed a bit. Minutes later, I was introduced to the whole family, who include Drew's mom and Jenna, his sister. They all look so much alike. Even Matt had a lot of features that could confuse him with my boyfriend's. When the introduction was over, Drew and I headed upstairs, so he could show me his house, well...his room. And you know what...the cutest tihng I saw inside that room was a picture of Drew, like when he was about seven years old, with his dad. I took a picture of it, then we (included Copito, which joined me at the last minute to the trip) took another picture, which I gave to Drew to keep. The day continued being wonderful, amazing. I'll tell you more about it, once the little movie in my head stops being so reacting to my heart, though I think it will not pass for a long time.

The next morning, I was back in Córdoba and I had a soccer game to play. I guess the whole excitement of the previous day made me all energetic and we won the game, though we were so tired for the second one that we got to lose that one. It was depressing for our team, but at least we got to qualify for the sectionals, again. Too bad I won't join them, since I'll be back in school by then. I terribly miss soccer...GRAH!

Next week, I'll get to write more. I'm ready to go to Diagon Alley and pick up my new supplies, get to see my friends and maybe eat one of those delicious ice cream cones from Florean's.

With love, you can disappear...

x. Annie