Dear diary,

Okay. This is so aggravating!

So I'm just walking around, minding my own business, trying not to get paint-balled, when I see Duncan. So of course I have to comment!

"why do you smell worse than usual?" ha, I think, he's speechless! That was a good one!

"it's owen's stink. It's following me around like my juvenile record." Okay, maybe not so speechless.

"well… I'm heading back. This stupid game must be almost over by now!"

"you're going the wrong way." Oh my gosh! He did not say that! I was a CIT, remember? I'm supposed to have a natural sense of direction.

"I was a CIT, remember? I have a natural sense of direction." That should have got him. But it didn't.

"no. it's that way." I scoff and walk in the right direction.

Bam!

"Very funny. Now let me go!"

"hey princess? This isn't my idea of fun either." But his expression begged to differ.

"great Duncan. What do we do now!"

….

"wanna make out?"

….

GAH!!!!! #$%^&*!!!!!!

So then I say, "Veeeeeeeery funny. NOW GET OFF!"

"Didn't I already say that WE CAN'T?!"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?!"

"A little."

"DUNCAN!"

"Say that again, darling? Didn't quite hear it."

I just glare and stomp away, forgetting we were attached.

"GAH!" We fall over in a heap. Me on top of him. In a mud puddle. Oh joy of joys.

"Princess? Your kinda-" he gasped out "-crushing my lungs..."

"Oh!" I quickly get up, half-dragging him with me. With the fall I lost my sense of direction, and I can't remember which way we were going.

"Duncan?"

"Yes darling?"

"... Which way are we going?"

"..." and then he- the nerve of- I can't believe he- LAUGHED AT ME!!!!! ME! I was a CIT!!! Noone laughs at a CIT!

"YOU LITTLE BEAST!" I shouted. "HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME!" And- I kick him where the sun don't shine.

I have to admit that that felt good.

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When we eventually get back to the camp, everyone is laughing. And I KNOW they're laughing at me. So I'm already angry when Gwen says,

"This is to much!"

I'm not sure what in #$% got his bravery up, but he replied, "The girl can't keep her antlers off me!"

Well, what would you do? He so totally deserved another one. And I'm not talking about cookies.

"Ow..."

Love (as much as she can muster without killing herself, or preferably Duncan the hated),

Courtney Cox