Elphaba's Diary

[stars in the sky]

Hmm...seems a little out-of-character for Elphaba, musical- or book-style. She's not overly mischivious or vindictive...

[imperfectly_green]

Yes, thank you. Unfortunately, it's not at all out of character for me to post something before I'm sure that it's my best. You've called me on this before, so I owe many thanks to you, stars in the sky. Anyway, edited entry four should be up soon. I'm going to stick to the original storyline for now, though. I kind of thought of this little mishap today and decided to write it down. Though we all learn from our wacked out mistakes.

EDIT: In retrospect, I might keep the pink font thing in some part of the diary...

Anyone know a cure for writer's block?

[stars in the sky]

I really do like your story, just trying to toss in a bit of constructive criticism...As for writer's block, check out the LiveJournal community storyseeds. Fun prompts all around!

[DancingElphie]

I always like to listen to music to get rid of it. It helps slightly. I've had some really profound writer's block before though (ask GG), and the only thing to get rid of it was time.
DE

[imperfectly_green]

No really, I love the constructive criticism. The world would be all too perfect if no one made mistakes (and that's my name, imperfect...ly_green).

As for the writers block, here's my problem. I write to procrastinate. Not purely for that purpose, but I do my best writing when I have something else I need to be doing instead. Anyway, I have an essay due tomorrow, so...

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4th Entry

A very troubling thing happened today in Dr. Dillamond’s class. It started out as usual: everyone was in class, and once again, my roommate became upset that he had mispronounced her precious name, calling her Glinda, not Galinda.

“I really don't see what the problem is. Every other professor seems to be able to pronounce my name,” she said indignantly.

“Maybe pronouncing your precious name isn't the sole purpose of Doctor Dillamond's life. Maybe he's not like every other professor. Maybe some of us are different.” That was me. I was peeved at her for paying so much attention to something so petty. Galinda or Glinda, she is still just the same. Selfish.

“Oh! It seems the artichoke is steamed,” she retorted.

I felt the all too familiar sensation of anger boiling up inside of me, but Doctor Dillamond called us back to attention. He launched straight into a lesson on the Great Drought, and how the Animals became scapegoats, as it were (Dillamond, of course, being a Goat).

My roommate obviously found it very dry, because she raised her hand once more and again said something very petty. “I don't see why you can't just teach us history instead of always harping on the past.”

Doctor Dillamond responded with, “Well, perhaps these questions will enlighten you...” and flipped over the backboard. Instead of the questions we all expected, it said, “ANIMALS SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD.”

Dillamond, obviously shaken by the message, dismissed the class early. I told Nessa to go on ahead and stayed behind to comfort him. I was used to name calling and such, and knew that only cowards would do such a thing. Words on a blackboard would harm no one.

Doctor Dillamond seemed to believe otherwise. He told me that there was trouble brewing in Oz, and that, slowly but surely, Animals were losing their ability to speak. At first it seemed incredulous. A world with just animals and no Animals? Surely it’s impossible. But midway through our talk, just as he was saying how something bad was happening in Oz, something in his voice changed and he said, instead of “something bad,” “something BA-A-A-A-A-A-A-D” came out, like a goat’s bleating instead of a Goat’s voice. And, incredulous though it may seem, for a moment it seemed like something bad might be happening in Oz. But, no, it couldn’t happen here, in Oz…

After that disconcerting episode, I couldn’t keep my focus at all during my sorcery lesson, and M.M. sent me away, telling me to get some rest. I arrived back in my room in time to overhear Galinda & co. talking about some new guy at Shiz who apparently has a scandalacious reputation. Oh, yes, it seems that my roommate has developed a crush on this…Fiyero, I think, a Winkie prince. They went on and on about the party later tonight, what they should wear, etc.

This just got me thinking. The three of them saw what happened in Dillamond’s class and they don’t even care? How? They who have the power to make a difference in the world, namely the money, the status, they who people will listen to, they don’t care, and I bet this new “student,” this Fiyero, is no different. If there even is an Unnamed God out there, why couldn’t he/she/it give us rich kids who care about the world, or at least about something other than themselves, instead of these silly spoiled brats we have? People who know that life isn’t one big party, that there is something more important than fancy gowns and hairdos/don’ts and fashion, those are the rich kids we need. What would our world, our Oz, be like if people really cared?

I’m feeling a little worn out, I think I’ll go lay down. Perhaps I’ll visit Nessa later, just to take my mind off of all of this. I’m not even going to think about going to the party.

Elphaba

[DancingElphie]

Wonderful, as always! Character insight is great: I love her thoughts about rich kids, and she's right. We need them, but few exist. I'd give you constructive criticism, but I can't find anything to criticise. Great job! One thing though: you should think about posting this on ff.net. We need more good fics on there!
DE

[stars in the sky]

Good highlighting of what'll later become a torn desire for both justice and Yero

[karatekid]

Yay, sis! ;D You finally did something...erm...good! ;D

[ElphieandFiyero]

Wow, I love the ending, it's so great!
I love how you are using the musical! ;D

[imperfectly_green]

We've been gaining a lot of new members, so I wanted to clarify something.

I see that many of you know Wicked only through the book. This diary follows the course, events, people, etc. of the musical, with incidents of my own, supplementing the plot, added in at times. If you only know the CD as the musical, the first entry is Elphaba's view right before "Dear Old Shiz," a view not shown in the musical, where the first time you really see Elphaba is "Dear Old Shiz." Potential spoilers will come later.

Just thought I'd make that clear,
~Dee

[imperfectly_green]

5th Entry

Now I regret not using the dates, because they would make it so much easier to say that it’s the same day as my last entry. I’ll just outright say it: same day, but a couple of hours later than my last entry. And so much has changed.

From the beginning. I went and visited Nessarose like I said I would. When I went to her room, adjacent to Morrible’s, I found her ecstatic. I began to express my thought over this whole party and the new student, but she cut me off to tell me she had gotten a date for the party tonight. I didn’t even get a chance to congratulate her before she rushed into the story.

“I'm going! Isn't it wonderful? Boq was too shy to ask me at first, but once Galinda encouraged him...”
Something didn’t fit here. Boq was that munchkin boy I’d last seen mooning over Galinda. “Galinda?!” I exclaimed. Galinda must have pulled some kind of trick, something to make Boq ask Nessa to go with him. I opened my mouth to ask more, but Nessa’s sharp tone cut me off again.

“Don't you dare say another word against her! I'm about to have the first happy night of my life all thanks to Galinda! Boq and I deserve each other, Elphaba, it’s like a dream, and Galinda helped it come true! Please, Elphaba, try to understand.”

But…I looked at Nessa. I tried to think of all of the times I’d seen her happy. Not one came to mind. I gave a barely noticeable sigh. “Don’t worry, Nessa, I do.”

I was still suspicious of Galinda. She wouldn’t just do something so—something so—so selfless, would she? Surely there had to be something in it for Galinda as well?

I found my roommate in our room, giving some last minute adjustments to her hair and make-up with Shen Shen and Pfanee. They had been giggling about something when I stepped through the door. I began what I thought would be a confrontation with, “Galinda, listen, Nessa and I were talking about you just now...”

“And I was just talking about you!” the blonde squealed with a smile. “I thought you might want to wear this hat to the party tonight!”

As she went on and on about the virtues of the hat, I had to stare. Galinda was being civil—more than civil—she was being nice to me? What was going on? This was so different from her prior treatment of me that I didn’t even say anything when she pressed the hat into my hands and darted off to rejoin Shen Shen and Pfanee. I blinked at the hat I was holding.

It was a tall black cone with a wide brim. On one side there was a huge black flower. At least it was black, not pink. What had Galinda assured me? “Black was this year’s pink,” I believe. Which was good, considering I wore mostly black or dark blue. And if Galinda Upland said it was fashionable, well, it must be fashionable. But that flower had to go. Flowers were just—not me.

I grabbed the scissors and began to pick at the offending object, all the while wondering, “Could this be the beginning of something?” I realized I had to do something to repay Galinda for what she did for both Nessa and me. But what? What could you get for the girl who has everything?

Except for those sorcery classes, something whispered. I sat bolt upright. Of course! She wanted those more than anything. I smiled. I’d talk to Morrible. I’d give Galinda what she wanted. And then…could we really be friends? We’ll see. But first, there's the party to go to. Maybe I’ll even enjoy myself at my first party. Maybe.

Elphaba

[karatekid]

Cool!
And black IS this year's pink!!!!!!!

[~Wind Phoenix~]

Wow... I'm so glad I took the time to look though the FF page. Usually I don't have enough time to read fanfiction. This story was worth it. Don't see anything to critizize (sp?)... ;D

[popularinpink]

*tears streaming down my face* It's beautiful! It reminds me of MDBF.

[imperfectly_green]

popularinpink said:

*tears streaming down my face* It's beautiful! It reminds me of MDBF.

Uh...how, exactly? He's not really in the story...yet...

And to everyone else, a little clarification:

MDBF= My Dear Beloved Fiyero.

YDBF = Your Dear Beloved Fiyero.

Because, Popularity, it's not fair if we use our Wicked slang words without the others understanding what they mean. It's like me using llam and ALAYM all of the time and you not getting it.