A/n: Ooh I love this format. 'Tis funny. Hehe, sorry PitBullLover. I just find this...fun.Heh.

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Sunday June 21st, 9:04 AM (In the morning.It means Ante Meridian. As if you didn't know.)

Stole time away from chores.

Haha. Take that, Dad!

Mmm-hmm. I am slacking.

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9:05 AM

What in the...

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9:06 AM

There is an odd shaped lump on my left leg.

Hmm...

Now where did that come from?

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9:10 AM

Ah, yes. The Jake incident.

The looking-at-Jake incident.

The looking-at-Jake-from-bed-and-falling-off-said-bed incident.

Heh. Said. Bed.

Rhyming!

I must have hurt my leg while falling off of said bed.

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10:32 AM

I swear to you, Jake Ely hates my guts.

He really, truly, honestly does.

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10:33 AM

Does he think I actually enjoy it when he decides to be a jerk?

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10:34 AM

Since you're just desperate to know what he did...

I shall not tell you 'till you BEG ON YOUR KNEES, MORTAL!

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10:36 AM

I hate you.

If hate were a country, it'd be more populated than China!

So anyway...

I was walking along outside, minding my own business, when a pile of mud hits my head.

It's freakin' raining, I have my hood up, and mysterious stranger comes up behind me, pulls down my hood, and throws the mud at me!

"YOU...," I shouted, turning around and punching him. What a great way to get him to like me!

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10:37 AM

I do not like Jake Ely anymore.

I do not like Jake Ely anymore.

I do not like Jake Ely anymore.

I do not like Jake Ely anymore.

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10:38 AM

Oh, screw it, I do still like him!

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10:50 AM

Ew.

There is dried mud in my hair.

I realized that a couple minutes ago, when I went down for lunch and Gram pointed it out.

Must...go...shower...

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11:30 AM

Never shower again.

Never leave room again.

Ever.

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11:32 AM

I have to set down rules for myself if I ever absolutely have to leave my room:

1. Knock on the bathroom door, even if it's part open; do not automatically walk in!

2. If someone is in the bathroom, knock and wait for an answer.

3. Do not stand in the middle of the bathroom after barging in, and stare open-mouthed and slack-jawed at very hot Jake Ely in only a towel.

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11:33 AM

I am now scared.

Not of shirtless Jake, mind you.

I'm scared of leaving my room lest I embarrass myself in front of a guy I like.

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11:40 AM

Why must this day go so slow?

It's like the world is trying to draw out every minute of torture until Jake leaves.

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11:41 AM

Maybe I go walk around in a towel and see how he likes it!

Yeah!

Well, no, he doesn't like me, so he'd probably just say, "Uh, the shower's upstairs," or, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

My clever response: "YOU ARE HOT IN A TOWEL!"

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11:42 AM

Er, yeah.

Righto.

Well ex-cuse me if I think he's hot!

Pssh.

Because you know, it's not my fault that some people are just naturally hot. I mean, come on! Jake showers, brushes his hair, that's it. As far as I know, he's never heard of anything like shopping, or makeup, or...

Oh, well, duh!

He's a guy. Guys do not wear makeup.

Well, some of them wear eyeliner.

Like Trenton...UGH! I hate Trenton!

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11:45 AM

jake, I shal keel u!

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11:46 AM

See! Look what he does to me! The brain cells in charge of spelling and grammar and capitalizing are slacking!

Maybe they have cancer...

Wait...that would mean I have cancer!

Oh my GOSH NO!

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11:47 AM

Calm down, Sam.

You do not have cancer.

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11:49 AM

I need a band-aid.

Oops.

That needs to be capitalized and have a little R in a circle or something because it's a brand name!

Could they sue me for this?

Anyway, I need a Band-Aid. Because, you see, I found a cut on my leg.

Next to the oddly shaped lump that looks like a peacock...

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11:54 AM

Oh, YUCK!

I must kill last night's earplug hunt!

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11:55 AM

Must think of anything to rid brain of nasty thoughts...anything but Dad and Brynna doing...

Ew.

Well, come to think of it, anything could be nastier than that. Like, one really nasty thing to rid my brain of those thoughts is...

Hmm...Ryan and Darrell.

On the beach.

In pink bikinis!

Ewwww!

Ryan and Darrell, making out! On the beach! In pink bikinis! Ew!

And Jen catching them...and the rest of the world catching them...

See, Jen and Ryan have this sort-of relationship going on.

They're kinda dating.

I can see the headlines now: "BISEXUAL TEEN IS REVEALED! HIS SORTA-KINDA GIRLFRIEND IS HEARTBROKEN!"

All right. Nasty thoughts of parental units do not seem so nasty now.

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12:00 PM(Which means Post Meridian. In the afternoon/evenink. I mean, evening.)

Why must this day take so long?

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5:00 PM

Jake is gone. I am v., v., v. sad.

Here is a recap:

"Jake's leaving!" Brynna shouted up the stairs.

I leapt up from my chair and started down the stairs, but Jake was already in the hall by my room.

"See ya later, Brat," he said lazily.

"No, stay for dinner!" I insisted.

"We had dinner already," he said.

"Fine."

I was determined to say to him, 'Go away and I never want you to come back and torture me again!'

In fact, I decided I would say that.

"Well, bye," he said.

Here it comes...my great line...

"NO! Don't leave!" I shouted, and hugged him.

Crap! I didn't say the right thing!

"You'll see me tomorrow."

"It's not the same!" I said, hugging him tighter and being dragged along behind him down the stairs.

Oooh, yes, another Jake hug-fest.

"Brat, let me go!"

"Noooo!" I said, shaking my head so hard I must have caused serious damage to his brain.

I meant, I whacked him with my hair that was for some stupid reason still wet from the shower.

"Brat...are you ok?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just extremely random. Stupid diary made me random...," I said, muttering the last sentence under my breath.

"Ok," Jake said, looking slightly scared at my talking-to-myself-ness, and then he made a break for the door, saying hurriedly, "Thanksforlettin'mestayhere," and then jumping in the truck.

Oh, yes, he definitely likes me now.

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5:08 PM

There's a new word. Shall I define it for you?

Ha, here, right from the dictionary.

Sar-casm (särkzm)

N.

1. A cutting, often ironic remark intended to wound.

2. A form of wit that is marked by the use of sarcastic language and is intended to make its victim the butt of contempt or ridicule.

Ooh, you are the butt of contempt or ridicule!

Ha, sucker!

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5:10 PM

Ooh, must go.

Gram made brownies with chocolate!

Yum!

Oh, duh...chocolate...brownies...Ha.

You know, when I was little, I thought chocolate was dirty so I wouldn't eat it!

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7:00 PM

I think I'll take a nice long shower.

It's raining, you see.

I shower and get warm when it's raining.

Not that I don't like rain, mind you.

I just find relaxing in the bathtub...oh my god, a SPIDER!

I think I'll go shower and get rid of the goosebumps of seeing a dead spider on my desk...

Good night.

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A/N: Sorry if the minutes stuff is annoying. I find it rather amusing, myself.

Heh. Sorry.

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