January 15, 2009
8:42 PM

Dear Diary,

Sooo Spencer got me this old-school diary for my birthday earlier today...er, "you," I guess. Whatever. Well, as you can probably tell, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! Yeah, I know. Epic. I'm fifteen today and already bugging Spencer to teach me to drive, hehe.

I sneaked (I'm a sucker for good grammer) away from my party to try out this whole diary thing. Strange as it seems, I've never had one of these things -- I never really needed one. I confide in Sam, and, way before her, that nasty Missy. Well, back when she wasn't nasty. When she was just Missy.

Anyway, I'm kind of glad Spencer gave me this thing, because lately strange things have been happening. I mean, stuff I can't tell Sam. Hey, get your paper mind out of the gutter!

OH WAIT! I should give you a proper introduction. I'm Carly Shay, the costar of THE most awesome site on the web, iCarly dot com. I host it with Sam, my blonde headed and devious best friend, and Freddie, my other best friend, neighbor, and not-so-secret admirer, is our tech producer. I live with my brother, Spencer, who is one sick sculptor. Seriously, Paper Book, you should check it out. Nice stuff. My dad's in the military and my mom moved to California after she and my dad got divorced, and we don't talk much.

What do I look like? A girl. I've got hair and eyes and a mouth and stuff. And this really cool thing called a nose. Sorry you don't have one, it's a great invention. Thanks, God!

That's really just the basic stuff, by the way, you'll learn more as I go on.

But yeah! Back to the subject on hand -- strange things. Sorry I've been rambling, I'm distracted by the loud music and presents and cake and (unfortunately) Gibby running around shirtless. I'm upstairs in my room and can't see anything, but I know he is.

STRANGE THINGS. My God, Paper Book. Keep me on track. OKAY. Lately, Sam and Freddie (you know them) are being a lot more nasty toward another. Naturally, they bicker, since they're clashing personalities, but it's gotten really, really bad the past couple of weeks. I've been trying to talk to Sam about it, but she ignores me when I ask or changes the subject. Freddie does the same thing. I hate not being kept in the loop. Spencer's kind of useless right now about this stuff, buhcuz he's into this new girl Rebecca and going through the "honeymoon phase," so he can't concentrate on anything other than her.

How bad are they, you ask? I'll explain later -- I hear people yelling "SAM! NO!" so I should probably leave before a riot ensues or everyone dies.

Peace.

I kind of hate the title...if you've got anything better in mind, hit me up. (: