September 1st
Mood: Booooooooored
Hi. My name's Pouncival. I don't care what it says on your cover, you're a journal, not a diary. Journals are waaay cooler than diaries. Spacemen have journals. When I grow up, I wanna live on the Moon. My Mom says I have to write in you, to "let out my feelings" or something like that. I think it's stupid. My friend Etcetera says her diary has a name, I think I'll name you buttface.
I started school two days ago, so I guess I'll write down my schedule, since I've got nothing else to write.
First hour I have French (which is stupid, it's all like "le jambon" and "la fromage" and...BRB, I'm hungry.
Back. So anyways, French sucks, but my hommies Mistoffolees, Victoria, Plato and Tumblebrutus are there, which is pretty cool. The teacher yells at me when I speak English though.
Oh! And on Friday, I don't have French, I get to do swimming instead. I'm definitely looking forward to that, not because I like swimming, but because I like swimming SUITS. especially on Etcy. Mrowr. Don't tell her I said that, though. Oh, and my Mom heard that swimming is great exercise, and she thinks I'm fat. THAT'S REALLY MEAN, MOM.
Second, I have Biology, which is really annoying, because it's all memorization, and you have to cut up dead stuff. Mostly the dead stuff thing, though. I don't even like seeing dead stuff. Unless it's food. One second, I need to get more food.
Then third I have world history with Electra, Etcetera, Jemima, and Vicky. Being with the ladies is nice, but History is even more boring than French. it's all like, dead guys did stuff. Nazis killed people. Stop drawing guns, Pouncival. What happened in 1932. I'm gonna fail. And the teacher sucks too.
Fourth, I have the greatest class ever: LUNCH. Nuff said.
Fifth, I have Calculus, because I'm actually good at math (even if I hate it, and feel like a computer when I'm doing it). I managed to get a 100% on the final test last year, which I'm very proud of.
And finally, I had Chemistry last, but I dropped it, because nobody I know is in it, and my teacher says he won't teach us how to make drugs. WELL FUCK YOU, MR. LYCHY. And everyone knows the best drugs are the natural ones. Oh, did I mention I said that? Well, I got sent home, and that's why I have this Journal now.
Good night Buttface!
September 2nd
Mood: Happy, but a little confused
Dear Buttface,
Today, Victoria was sick, so me and Electra went to visit her, and brought her some soup. She kept looking at me in this really weird way though. Like there was something she wanted to tell me, but was too embarrassed. Like my fly was down or something. And it wasn't. I checked. It's not like I'm the one who wore their underwear on the outside on the second day of school. I usually save that for some special occasion.
Anyways, that's all I have to say for tonight.
Good night, Buttface.
A/N: Sorry if this is short or disorganized, I wrote the majority of this while losing a personal war on insomnia. There is sand in my bed. There is no plausible source of sand anywhere near my house. I am very frightened.
