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1: „Sammy said I'm not intellectual"

Dear D- no. No, no, no, wait. I will not write „Dear Diary". I mean, I'm not a 12 year old girl. And I'm not Sammy. Alright.

Heyo Journal! (Sounds better, no?)

So. I figured I might need a journal, too. After all, Dad has one and it might come in handy once. At least if I find out something about some evil son of a bitch that Dad hasn't found out yet. Chances are rather low. So far, I will just write whatever comes to my mind.

Which is, right now, that Sam is a goddamn smartass. I might have to strangle him one day. At least that's my secret wish. I might not do it because I can't quite get used to the thought of living in prison. Whatever. You might want to know why I'm so annoyed by my baby brother right now. I'll tell you.

We've been to that bar last night, mostly because I wanted to drink a few beers. However, there was this really hot chick. She was dressed up in a red dress and I can tell you, she looked very sexy. And Sammy, of course, noticed that I had some interest in her. And guess what – he told me, that she was way out of my league! He! How would he know?

And that was only the beginning. I asked him why that would be and what did he say? It was because "women like her fancy intellect". I did not think too much of that, replying that I was very intellectual. He snorted. He actually snorted. By that I was already fuming. I made the mistake to ask him why he thinks I'm not smart.

He said, I'm quoting: "I never said you are not smart. You are smart – in you're very own way. You are smart when it comes to hunting. But smart isn't the same as intellectual. And you are definitely not intellectual."

Now see what his college education brought us. He thinks he's intellectual because he uses words like "corporeal". I asked him how many women he got into his bed using words like that. I mean, what lines do you make of "corporeal"? "Do you want to test how corporeal I am, baby?" I highly doubt that he got Jess this way.

His reaction was rolling his eyes. I HATE it when he does that. It makes me wanna put out his eyes with a stick – or maybe I should just call Bloody Mary, that would save me the prison. Too bad we already destroyed her.

And this hadn't even been enough. Because when I was finally looking for that girl again, she was gone. Thank you, Sammy!

So, this morning I snuck out of our room to buy this journal. I bought it in a book shop because I didn't want one that looked cheap. Normally, book shops are Sam's territory but I thought a look around might not harm me, after all. I ended up finding a guidebook that claimed to know what women really wanted. I leafed through a few pages and then I found it – it said that women liked men that had a good humor and brains. On the way home I pondered if maybe Sammy was right and I am not smart enough for chicks like that one. Of course I will never find out if she was smart because thanks to Sammy she was gone. But I decided it might be a good idea to listen to Sam's choice of words more carefully – maybe I can pick up a word or two that actually sounds intellectual. I do that only to get better chicks of course. After all, I am not stupid. Got that? Good.

Alright, Sammy wants to take a shower now so I gotta leave the bathroom. I need to make sure he doesn't find my journal.

Dean