Summary: Chiron has decided that the campers of Camp Half-Blood to write in diaries to let out all their emotions on a piece of paper, rather than having to deal with one campers' fried off eyebrows or repair the broken windows in the Big House caused by a tsunami. There's just one problem: Men don't write in diaries. (Men? What men? The only men I see are pigs.)

A/n: Got this idea at three in the morning... Don't ask...

Oh, and by the way, updates will probably be on the weekends, but then again, life gets in the way, so my updates might be irregular (I suck at spelling. I spelled 'spelling' as spellnng and 'irregular' as irreduslaf. Seriously, what is irreduslaf? But then again I was typing this on my iPad mini with one finger…)

This is going to be based on different characters perspectives (POV) I am debating whether or not I should add in an OC. Your opinions would help.

Comment of the week:
On a bottle of children's NyQuil: Do not operate or drive machinery (yeah, like a six-year-old is gonna be driving a car. Idiots)

Disclaimer: I could ramble about bacon on here, and nobody would pay attention or just not care. Why is bacon so delicious, yet so unhealthy? But then again, so is pretty much everything else in the world. For the sake of the lawyers who might be reading this: I DO NOT OWN PJO.

Percy: March 17, 2013

Dear Diary,

I really hate this. I know I have a crazy life, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you any of it (you'd probably call the asylum) but I still don't get why I need a diary. A diary. According to Connor, the words, 'Dear Diary' should never be written by man kind. Also, according to his older brother, Travis, (You would never guess that they aren't twins. It's kinda creepy sometimes. They look the same, act the same most of the time, finish each other's sentences, etc. The only way I can usually tell them apart is that Travis is taller than Connor.) men shouldn't even own diaries. We're supposed to be emotionless brick walls. (I'm not good with emotionless. Which is why Travis said I'm not a 'man'.

I guess I should explain about my crazy life. You see, the Greek gods are currently in North America. You think I'm kidding, right? Wrong. The Greek gods are real. And lucky for me, so are all the monsters in Greek mythology. I'm a demigod. You still don't believe me, do you? I bet your laughing at me. Stop laughing at me! It's not very nice.

Leo says I've gone crazier than him, (which is saying something because he talks to a moving table named Buford. Don't ask.) because apparently I was actually talking as if I would to a real person…

Since Greek mythology is real, you can assume there's a good chance there's going to be demigods around. (And, yup, there are) I'll let you in on a little secret, my dear Diary. I am a demigod.

You think I'm joking? Watch this.

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Annabeth is right. I am a Seaweed Brain.

And so is Leo. I think I've gone crazier than him too.

I just tried to demonstrate my awesome water-bending powers to you…

*facepalm*

Travis just called me a show-off. I called him an idiot.

Lunch time!

I hope it's pizza.

I'm starving.

Got to go,

Percy.

A/n: So, what do ya guys think? Leave a review if you think I should continue or not!