Friday; December 10, 2010
Dear Diary,
Ugh. That sounds so stupid. But the therapist dude (or whoever he is) that my mom is dating suggested I start a diary. It's supposed to keep me from getting detentions. I think it was something about letting all my anger out in the book and not boys' underwear.
Anyway, I don't know what to write about.
Wait. Yes I do. Since this diary has a key, I can write anything and it'll be safe. My mom's gotten too lazy to pick locks anyway and Melanie never wanted to learn, being the goody-goody she is. What was I saying? Oh yeah.
Freddie. I know, I know. Sam Puckett, what in the world is wrong with you? I thought you two hated each other? Well…I've always secretly liked him.
The only reason I hurt him is to replace the urge to start hugging him. Hugs aren't good for a Pucketts rep you know.
Oh my gosh.
"It's hard to make conversation when he's taking my breath away." Taylor Swift always knows what I'm thinking about.
Oh I forgot to mention, I'm a big country music fan.
Anyway, back to the cuteness that is Freddie Benson.
I wanna grow up one day and have my last name be Benson. It's so nubby, but I don't care. It's his nubby name. 3
Anyway, I have to go to school. Sucks, but hey, it's Friday. TGIF :D
One last thing before I go. Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Freddie Benson 3 Fredward Freakin' Benson 3
Samantha Benson...Hmmm...