Lightning-Dono: Don't worry, this fanfic is going to only be continued when I FEEL like it. xD It's not a consistently updated fanfic, but you know how it is. Umm...yeah!

Warning!

If you are a Muffy fan and have not read the warning in this fanfic's description, I suggest that you stop now. Yes, that's right, Nami bashes Muffy for the heck of it. Tons of gratuitous Muffy bashing. If you are offended by the bashing in any way and are not a Muffy fan, feel free to leave a review asking me to lighten the load of bashing. However, if you're a fan of Muffy, flaming won't do anything. I apologize for shooting down you dreams.

40 Leaves Left
Author: -ahem-
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon. Point-blank.
Age Recommendation: 10 and up because of certain...words.
Nami's diary to everyday of her life in "A Wonderful Life".

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First of Spring

Van was selling this idiotic little diary with a purple velvet cover, and I just HAD to buy it. Well, here I am, holding it in my hands and writing in it. I bet no one can imagine this, huh? Tough ol' Nami writing in a kiddy diary. I swear that Van was staring at me when I purchased it, but that's his problem. Anyone can have a diary, even if it's purple, ugly, and whenever you rub it the velvet squiggles around because it's not tight enough on the cover.

Either way, Takakura brought his friend's son over to manage that huge farm across from Vesta's place. I think his name is Jack, or something old-fashioned like that. He's having a hard time adjusting – whenever he sees someone, he's always saying aloud how the city was so much better and there were more the four channels on TV there. I mean, that's nice to know and everything, but who needs to hear that crap? It's his problem he didn't go and live with his father in the first place. I hear his mother spoiled him halfway to heaven, so I wouldn't be surprised if he asks someone how to use the damn kitchen next. I'm not even sure if he has one, but if he does, good luck to him. I must admit that he IS kind of cute, but it's against my nature to say such a thing, since no one would imagine that I would say such a thing. Apparently, when you're anti-social, you stay that way and no one expects much from you. Jack DID talk to me once or twice, and the second time around he told me that I should visit the farm sometime and help him. As if. I can't even help myself with my own problems, much less do back-breaking work in a field of tomatoes. What does he even want help with? So far, he only has one cow, no seeds planted, and most everything is provided for him. For God's Sake, he's got all the tools right under his nose! He's just too idiotic to notice.

Muffy's been acting really strange lately. Jack visited the Blue Bar a couple of times and whenever he talks to her, she blushes like she's got some kind of fever (A very sudden fever, that is.) and drops whatever she's holding. I'll bet Griffin will fire her by tomorrow, just you watch. She'll be cooped up in that "Girls Only" room of hers doing nothing. Or perhaps she'll just get out more and flirt with Jack. She seems to really like him, anyway, but Jack seems to like everyone. With the exception of Marlin. Mr. I-Want-To-Be-Like-Elvis hasn't exactly been friendly lately.

Tim's doing room service again, so I gotta stop writing.