Chrétien de Troyes

c_de_troyes @ 2007-01-01T23:02:00

2007-01-02T04:25:15Z

I...do not know entirely how I feel, that is I do not want to put it all into words just yet, there are not those to do it justice, the time I had with my lady when she was as my lady. Now she has become something that I cannot touch nor hold, nor court in my way, but I will love her still as I have loved no other, save for when I was very young and knew not truly what the meaning of the word actually was.

So she will stand in the light of the memory of that great love I bore for her, that love I bear her still, though a love more like to that of friendship than of that other sort. I ache for what was, what may have been, I admit it truly that my heart twists from dwelling overmuch, but how do I mind, when the memories mixed in with the ache are a thing of such beauty as if to forever hold their place in some land of far off dreams and hopes and loves that were and yet may be.

As her friend still at least I am not parted from her company and that is well enough that I might see her, speak to her, not be seperated so entirely as all of that.

That Dot is happy now does mean the world to me, and as she cannot find that happiness with me, the fact that one is here with whom she can makes me smile even through all of this, one that tells me that someday I can go on myself, find a happiness in some place though I will always cherish and hold dear and love her.

But some loves are unfair, some loves are harmful if not everyone is happy and I think this was the case with us, though I was always happy, I think that she was lead to find something else and someone else. Now it is given her perhaps things can be fair and right again.

And I will love her in my mind and heart and never speak a word to anyone. Such a thing will suit me I suspect for one reason or another...

So here we are, the dawn of this, our last semester. Strange and a bit scary but there nontheless. I was happy to speak to Ron today, to make some plans for this new year that seem as if they're going to be fun and life as always at Eupheme goes on. Happy New Year I suppose.

c_de_troyes @ 2006-10-17T00:27:00

2006-10-17T04:54:10Z

I...find myself not entirely certain of what happened at the revels I attended last night. I do recall a lovely girl who offered me assistance when I needed it most and who has consented to share a meal with me at some point in the future. I delight in the prospect to be sure but I do wonder what it was posessing me to be so very forward.

Normally I would not dare do such a thing, despite the lady's lovliness, normally I would not think to, but I find myself glad I did, regardless of what's driven the action on my part, for I would much like to see her again outside of our mutual Latin class.

I scarce remember much else of what went on, which seems strange to me, not being of a nature which would lend itself to blank loss of memory. I do recall a hot air balloon landing and two victorian men searching around for a third, but beyond that, I hardly rec...

...Oh God. I kissed her didn't I? Or did she kiss me? Before we had even spent such time in each other's company as to make the thing seem better or appropriate. We kissed in somewhere public, somewhere with other people and...

I hardly find I mind that part as much as I really ought to, though I wish I could remember far more detail than that it was perfectly amazing, not like any kiss I've had before, though I'll not insult those ladies and go into more detail there, or speak too much of what I remember here, as I prefer to keep the memory alone, untouched and held dear in my heart.

Suffice it to say though, it was a lovely party and I will forever treasure what memories I've kept of it. Though I don't remember getting back to my room and have not yet discovered how I've managed to eat my way through an entire bag of bargain cereal in just two days.

Most odd. But most wonderful as well...

And school today?

It was, I suppose all right, I've barely concentrated though...it has been sort of difficult considering. That one I will puzzle out later.

For now to bed and lose myself in dreams of what must have come next, or what in future well may be...

c_de_troyes @ 2006-10-12T21:40:00

2006-10-13T01:52:52Z

Is this thing on?

In lieu of undertaking the glorious adventure of unpacking, I have opted instead to create this journal, having been advised upon my arrival here that many students had been keeping them. Far be it from me to break so popular a seeming trend, especially as I already make the error of transfering in far later than I would have liked, though it could not be helped.

I would offer interesting explanations were they mine to make, but alas, all things are rather mundane and nothing like to the fantastic quest I would have sooner set myself up. It suffices then, I would suppose, and hope, to say that I am here and mention nothing of the frantic search for older school records, discovering that, alas the hard copies had been lost in some move or another, none of the stream of secondary schools had managed to retain the information and it would become nessecary to have them sent over from France, while waiting around once this Eupheme thing had become a hopeful reality, moving boredly through my days, now that a great and much better place awaits me, shining as certainly Camelot shone to Lancelot duLac himself when he made his arrival in that place.

Save, perhaps I think, that Lancelot went there as to do great things, and I? Can only guess at what things I may do here and in this year.

Be that as it may then, as it must, I still announce my presence among you now, whatever benefit this may or may not bring to you.

And so Chris de Troyes is come now to Eupheme. What happens now? I do suppose is anyone's guess.