Difference between revisions of "Cheer Me Up"
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| name = Cheer Me Up | | name = Cheer Me Up | ||
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| blogger = Bree | | blogger = Bree | ||
| date = December 14th, 2006 | | date = December 14th, 2006 | ||
| url = [http://www.lonelygirl15.com/?p=134 lonelygirl15.com] | | url = [http://www.lonelygirl15.com/?p=134 lonelygirl15.com] | ||
| − | | description = | + | | description = Daniel, I hope you'll join me and Jonas. I feel a lot better now, but I wish you hadn't left. |
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==Transcript== | ==Transcript== | ||
| + | (''Bree is lying on a couch. A piano can be seen behind her.'') | ||
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| + | '''Bree:''' Well... Jonas finally dragged me out of my room. So, Daniel, your apology really meant a lot to me. Thank you. I know it isn't easy being my friend, it's like... having a full-time job except with no pay, and no chance for advancement. I want you to come to Jonas's because you're the only one who can cheer me up. You have a gift. It's the cheering up Bree gift. I did a lot of thinking over the past few days and...I realized that I haven't been treating you the way that you deserve to be treated. I've been...well, I've been acting like a child, and you don't deserve that. It's just that...so much has happened in such a short period of time that...I kinda shut down, but I'm back now and I feel better. I don;t know if it's being in a house or not living out of your car, but I've had time to clear my head. Daniel, I'm gonna find my parents, and I need you to help me. | ||
| + | Besides, you just can't go back to your old life, I just don't think that that life exists for us anymore...for either of us. Please don't go to my parents' house either, I just don't think that it's a good idea. Look, I'm working on some things from my end. I'm calling some of my parents' old friends, and I'm just going to try and see if I can find anything out. I could really use you help. You think differently than I do, and that's a good thing. Not ''if'' Danielbeast, ''when'' you get here...we can put our heads together and figure out what to do. I promise that you'll like Jonas. I mean...you're both boys, so...that counts for something, right? | ||
==Notes== | ==Notes== | ||
Revision as of 01:55, 15 December 2006
Template:Blog3 Cheer Me Up is the ninety-eighth video in the Lonelygirl15 video series.
Transcript
(Bree is lying on a couch. A piano can be seen behind her.)
Bree: Well... Jonas finally dragged me out of my room. So, Daniel, your apology really meant a lot to me. Thank you. I know it isn't easy being my friend, it's like... having a full-time job except with no pay, and no chance for advancement. I want you to come to Jonas's because you're the only one who can cheer me up. You have a gift. It's the cheering up Bree gift. I did a lot of thinking over the past few days and...I realized that I haven't been treating you the way that you deserve to be treated. I've been...well, I've been acting like a child, and you don't deserve that. It's just that...so much has happened in such a short period of time that...I kinda shut down, but I'm back now and I feel better. I don;t know if it's being in a house or not living out of your car, but I've had time to clear my head. Daniel, I'm gonna find my parents, and I need you to help me. Besides, you just can't go back to your old life, I just don't think that that life exists for us anymore...for either of us. Please don't go to my parents' house either, I just don't think that it's a good idea. Look, I'm working on some things from my end. I'm calling some of my parents' old friends, and I'm just going to try and see if I can find anything out. I could really use you help. You think differently than I do, and that's a good thing. Not if Danielbeast, when you get here...we can put our heads together and figure out what to do. I promise that you'll like Jonas. I mean...you're both boys, so...that counts for something, right?
