Kari: Yay! I just got me a new celly! :3
Tyler: Cool!
Courtney: Nice selection.
Izzy: OOH! OOOOOH! It reminds me of this one time… -rambles on about some not-true story-
Owen: Ohhhh-ho-ho, we get to look at Courtney's diary.
Courtney: . . .
Owen: We getta go in her privacy, her secrets, her emotions, her-
Noah: Get on with it please.
Kari: Okay…
Disclaimer: I do NOT own TMBG or TDI/TDA/TDM. Yay acronyms!
Courtney Davis' Log
11.13.2009 Friday
I knew as soon as my calendar said Friday, November 13, it was going to be a very bad day. And guess what? I was right. First, my oatmeal was too watery, and the brown sugar was stale. Then, there was nothing on TV but things about moose and why we should "care for them." I decided to try to work out at the gym, but it turned out Tom and Lacy were there, and I couldn't be in the same gym with those losers, I mean if they worked out there, that must mean I was going to get failure all over my hands. So I went to see a movie, and since nothing I liked was on, I saw some boring thing about some stupid couple who moves into a house that is 'haunted.' It was called Ghost Activity or Paranormal Haunting or something. Everyone was screaming and crying. What babies. After that, I had to get ready for the big concert. Then that stupid Tyler tried some stunt on his skateboard and broke his FREAKING WRIST. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, it did. A juvie. A 'bad boy.' A delinquent. Him. He showed up. And he just happened to be good at playing bass. I saw the danger in his eyes. He's going to go with us for a week and drop us, and we'll be back to square one. With the sucky bass player, Tyler. And I saw the way he looked at Gwen. He's going to take our artist with him and get her pregnant or something. Then we'll be screwed. I am attaching a note of the members of our band now.
Courtney Davis: (me) Manager
Bridgette Fulton: Publicity agent
Gwen Miller: Set designer and publicity designer
Trent Rodney: Back up guitarist and lead singer
DJ Jackson: Drummer
Geoff Frankston: lead guitarist
Tyler Dowed: Bassist -X
Duncan Jameson: Bassist
Duncan's Songbook
I'm Impressed
i'm impressed, i'm impressed, when a gorilla pounds my chest, im smashed to bits, i admit, i'm impressed. and the tornado torpedo in the west says its orders im impressed
-doodle of stuck up princess-
ok so 2day i joined they might be giants. im not sure what to think yet. i mean my spelling sucks. and its not gonna get better overnight. but theres this 1 girl who is realy pretty. I think she acts like a princess. She would probably disagree though. I dont want authority. (is that how you spell authority? I wouldnt know, like I said, spelling sucks.) but anyway, I don't want some bonehead 30 year old bossing me around. Anyway, the concert went great, I got so drunk afterwards. No one really said anything to me, tho. I think they knew how I felt. The pressure. It gets to me. I crashed on one of the beds in their RV. Its huge, man. Theres like 10 beds and 2 bathrooms. Theres this other hot girl, but she seems way too.. I dunno. Too like me. Id get bored of her. Shed get bored of me. But this other girl, man, she was gorgeous. (is that how you spell gorgeous? Geez, man, maybe I was drunker then id thought.) She really impresses me, though. She is so mighty, so strong, and she has a great voice. I really admire her.
Okay, dammit, im talking to paper. Im supposed to be writing. I must have a really bad hangover. Later.
Owen: -sniff- That, was, beautiful!
Izzy: …and that's how I made a cell phone into a bomb, and the security never caught me!
Courtney: This, is an outrage! You aren't allowed to read my private log!
Duncan: Or my songbook!
Gwen: It didn't look like it had songs in it to me. –wink wink-
Geoff: Heh heh... –evil smile-
Kari: Touching moments. Good times.
Kari: I know it was short, and I know the lyrics to I'm Impressed were wrong, but I made them like that. The next real chapter will be longer, swearsies! Rate and Review!
