Every night before I go to bed I'll be writing a chapter for the next night XD here's the first one

December 20

Raph gave me a journal... I think it's stupid but I'm going to give it a shot. Well, I'm not sure what to put in here other that. Hi, I'm Mikey, or Michelangelo Hamato, and I'm a giant turtle. One of Four. I'm the youngest of the sibling and my favorite color is Orange.

I'm also the trouble maker of the family while the others are also in their own ways, not as bad as Prankster Mike!

Well, I think the reason why Raph gave me this is because ... well, he stole it. I know where though since there was a giant BLUE ribbon tied on it and the whole THING is blue. Shesh, can't be be any more subtle about where he steals his gifts?

It's funny, but I also know that this is the gift Casey was going to give April but she convinced him to give it to Leo from both of them but Leo told them about two days ago that Don and Splinter were giving him journals and that Raph would need one but they refused to give Raph the journal since he'd throw a fit and I think he felt hurt that they didn't want to give it to him so he stole it last night, I'm guessing it was last night, and he gave it to me just because... he doesn't like blue.

Deep breath in!

My room is a mess. I know that this is such a sudden topic but, hey... this is me, Mikey the magnificent! and... well, don't tell anyone but under all this garbage is the wrapped up gifts for my friends and family. In the far corner I bought Raph some oil and things he needed for his bike.

Leo's is the silliest thing. I bought him a tatami mat, it's in my closet under and hidden by my cans of soda.

Don's going to love his. Coffee. Coffee... and April's bringing the creamer closer to Christmas.

Oh, I hear Leo calling... did I mention it's six in the morning and I've been up playing Halo with a bunch of online friends? I'm so out of it that Leo is going to kill me and Don's going to put me to bed with sedatives... Raph just laughed when he came in here seeing me huddled in a blanket talking rapidly about guns and people and teams and time and yadda yadda we all know he'll never care about.

Oh crap, bye...

Michelangelo...

ps. Do I have to sign my name at the end of each journal entry? That's so stupid!