Oh, man, am I the only one who really loved "The List"? I think not. It was a return to old school South Park, and it was really funny. And not a single unnecessary pop culture reference.

Oh, I remember the days when I used to keep a diary. Funnily enough, they weren't that different from this. It's amazing (and kind of scary) how quickly writing things like this returns to you.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned South Park, but I don't. Sigh.

Wendy's Secret Diary

Wednesday, November 14th

How could he have grown up so much, and still be the same little boy he always was?

I mean, he challenged the list system, just to help Kyle (who, by the way, was number six. He does have his mother's nose, after all). And then, when everything seemed to be going against us, he didn't back down. He's so great. And really cute. I've looked over the real list, and he deserved that number three. He's always been number one for me (but you know that).

But then, when I was about to ask if we could get back together, he threw up on me! Boys are so weird. I mean, I've never thrown up on him. But he used to do it all the time, when we were...

Wait, does this mean he likes me???

Oh, God. What if he likes me, and I blew it by running away? I still want to be with him, even if I didn't realize it until I kissed Cartman. Ugh, I can't believe I ever did that. And right in front of him, too! He must hate me.

(Although Cartman's not such a bad kisser.)

(But he was number sixteen on the real list. Don't know why he got bumped up. I think Theresa has a thing for him.)

Anyway, should I call Stan? I still have his number. I deleted it off my phone, but I'm sure I have it written down somewhere. Here probably. Hold on.

OK, so I didn't write it down here. But why would I throw it away??? Sure, I did call him a "stupid insensitive douchebag" when he stopped talking to me, but I still like him. And I do want to get back together. I really do.

Kinda.

Ugh. I wish I could just grow up already, and things won't be so complicated.

Anyway, so Bebe's going out with Clyde. For shoes. I don't know why I'm friends with her. This'll just add fuel to that nasty reputation of hers. I told you what she said about Kenny, right?

(Still have not figured out what she meant, by the way. I asked my mom about it, and she washed my mouth out. It's just a number, for crying out loud!)

On the bright side, I guess that I can be head of the list-making committee now. Bebe stole that election from me. Maybe it's because she promised the girls shoes.

(Oh, those shoes she got today were REALLY cute. I'm going to have to ask my mom to get them for me. I'm sure she's forgotten all about the mouth-washing thing by now. And, if not, daddy'll get them for me.)

It really stinks when you figure out that the list-making system's corrupt. When I'm the chairperson, I'm going to have to put in a bunch of reforms. Although shoes would be nice.

Ooh, I could give Stan a position. Maybe grant him observer status. Then he'll know I like him, without me having to tell him.

It's perfect. Now I'm going to have to start my campaign. With reform and Adam Brody posters as my hot-button issues. This election is in the bag, I'm telling you.

Love,

Wendy