Today I saw Gil having a conversation with Operetta, Catty and Robecca at his locker, but when I walked up they all stopped talking and kind of had sheepish looks on their faces. I think Gil must be planning something to celebrate the anniversary of our first date. Oh fear, part of me is as excited as a lone seagull hovering over a school of anchovies. The other part of me is as nervous as the anchovies. Gil has a good heart but sometimes he has a tendency to... overplan. One time he spent three months organizing a surprise birthday party for me, and he got so stressed and lost so much sleep that he caught a monster cold. He was so sick he couldn't even make it to the party. I suppose I shouldn't let on that I know, I wouldn't want to disappoint him.