The journals have burned.
Bill burned them right after Weirdmaggedon started. Great Uncle Ford is off with Gruncle Stan on a boat getting up into schemes and failing to pick up women whenever they get on dry land. I don't know how they ever decided getting girls was a 'high probability for them'. Casanovas they are not.
But anyway, I decided to start a new journal. And I will start it with this:
Gravity Falls is a host to the unexplained , creepy , and just plain weird. I first came to this place when I was twelve and have encountered many strange creatures and survived one apocalypse. I feel like I need to write my experiences down , or they haven't really happened - like maybe i'm just going crazy , especially back in Piedmont where everything is normal.
And where I have no friends , but that's not the point.
Besides , it's good to have this stuff in my own writing in case my memory ever gets wiped ; Mabel smashed McGucket's gun under her foot , but you can never be too careful.
But anyways , Mabel and I arrived in Gravity Falls today; thankfully , Soos is ecstatic to have us here. Mom and Dad are thrilled yet mystified as to why we love the fresh air here so much. IT was decided between Mabel , Stan and I that our parents were better left in the dark on the paranormal aspects of Gravity Falls.
Mabel is unpacking her stuff and bouncing around like a lunatic. Sometimes I wonder if her blood is made of candy and Mabel juice.
Mabel looked over my shoulder and said that those are the main components of her body and if I drank Mabel Juice , I would be inexhaustible too. She sounds like a scam artist. Maybe Gruncle Stan taught her his ways.
Goodnight , inanimate piece of paper.