Our Second Win

Dear Journal,

You won't believe it, because I still can't! We won! We actually won the challenge! For the second time in a row!

Yep, that's right. It didn't seem that way at first though.

Geoff wrecked his skateboard, ripping it in half. I don't understand why bad luck just seems to strike this team. We couldn't use him anymore, so we decided we would improvise with Bridgette.

First, Justin went on with his hotness, starting the gophers out with a bunch of points. Crap!

Then DJ came out for our team, where he did his little twirl thing. Too bad it ended in disaster, with DJ getting caught it his little ribbons. We only got about 2 points for that.

Trent then sang a song, which he dedicated to someone special here at camp… *cough* GWEN! Too bad that scored the other team a lot of points too. It was looking really bad for us by this point, but it just had to get worse.

So Bridgette, who was eating chips earlier, goes out on stage, and then burps very loudly while standing on her hands. Next… she threw up. I mean blowing chunks everywhere. I couldn't look anymore. She then threw up on Owen, who was almost 20 feet away from the stage! Next Sadie and Katie, also far off from the stage. Next, Katie threw up on Sadie. Then Bridgette threw up on Lashawna, who looked devastated. I would have been that way too.

Then, she slipped in her own barf, and landed in Tyler's arms. Then Lindsay said something about 'Go puke on your own boyfriend' or something. I knew her and Tyler had a thing!

We then had to take a short break, in Chris's words, "To hose the joint down." We only got almost no points for Bridgette's little 'act.'

Heather then came on stage, talking about how she originally was going to do ballet, but then found something better. She then took out a diary, which belonged to Gwen. The look on Gwen's face was enough to make me want to rip Heather at the seams. But I didn't, because my head really hurt right then, thanks to the big bruise.

So then the question was who to let on. Sadie and Katie were covered in puke, Tyler's yo-yo tricks sucked, and all Duncan could do was carve his own skull into a tree!... (That still sounds freaky.)

The only one left was Harold. I pushed him out there, telling him to just go for it. I mean what did have to lose? The challenge was already won by the other team.

Harold took a deep breath, and then… he started beat-boxing. Really well! It was so cool. And when it was over, even the other team clapped! Bridgette and I ran out and hugged Harold, telling him how awesome he was. I almost fell on the floor laughing when I saw Duncan eye Harold jealously.

We got full points thanks to Harold! He's helped us through these last two challenges, so I'm in his debt for now. That doesn't mean we're friends though. No, I hate Harold. But right now, I love him!

So we won, which means we didn't lose! Thank you!

Nightmares or Something

Dear Journal,

It's like, 11:30 right now, and I just heard a scream. Bridgette says it was Heather running out of her cabin at full speed.

I guess she's just having nightmares or something.

Well, I better go to sleep. Even though tomorrow's not a challenge day, Courtney Meek's is always fully rested and always gets her 8 hours.

My Great Escape

Dear Journal,

So, yeah, my heads feeling a little bit better, but there is still a big bump. I finally took the bandages off and saw the bruise. I was… ewe.

Ouch is another word for it.

But anyway, Bridgette's been apologizing like crazy. I can't get her off my back. Right now she's taking a shower, so I'm taking this moment as my time to escape.

I'll probably go to the woods or something. I don't know, walk around or something. I'm just bored, especially since my iPod is charging right now. Guess I'll have to escape in boredom.

The Damn Peace

Dear Journal,

Well- that was quite a walk.

I was walking through the woods, and then I felt like something was following me. I have a natural sense of that, since I'm a CIT, you know.

So I keep on walking, and then, someone jumps out and yells 'boo' at me. Of course, even with boo being a dead giveaway it was a prank, I had to yelp just out of surprise. Not because I was scared. I don't get scared.

I remember, I yelled at him so loud and hard my throat still hurts. Duncan just seemed to find it funny, and told me that I had been scared. How does he know what emotion I was feeling? Oh, that's right, he doesn't!

I can't stand him! He's so vile, so rude! Why jump out at someone while they're on a short leisurely walk? Why disturb the damn peace?

You Know What I Mean?

Dear Journal,

So, tomorrow is challenge day.

I can just feel that something is going to go wrong. Well, in every challenge something goes wrong, but I have a guess that our winning streak is about over. I feel bad for saying it, because I shouldn't doubt our team like that, but I mean all good things come to an end, right?

I'm still trying to plant it in my mind that Duncan's talent is carving his skull. I mean what? I just don't get it. Everybody has a talent, a better talent than that. Even someone like him. When I say like him, I just mean a delinquent pig. Yeah, that's what I mean.

Also, I'm wondering about how some people on our team have even helped in the challenges. You know, I can't keep getting mad at Harold. He just won two challenges for us. So I've noticed: what have Katie and Sadie, those twin girls, done for us? So far, nothing. I mean, Katie was a little good at dodge ball, but then again, wasn't everybody good at it (excluding Tyler)?

So, I guess if I'm going to vote someone out next, it'll be them.

I hate planning for our loss, but I'm just a planning type of person. This CIT knows when she's going well, and knows when it's not going be all that great. Nature sense, remember?

Sanity or CIT? Either one is good for me

Dear Journal,

So, challenge day today.

Chris said that today's challenge would test our outdoor survival skills. I was a little bit curious at this, because there had to be some sort of twist. He then said that some of us may not come back alive, which caused me to gasp. My lawyer would have to have a word with this man. Then he told us he was joking. Idiot.

So then he said we had to spend one night in the woods, and find our stuff in there. Sounds easy.

While he was throwing our maps to us though, I had my hands wide open, and Duncan just decided to catch it anyway. I then snatched it back from him, so I didn't hear what Chris said next.

That girl Izzy was talking about some sort of bear who had some blood and guts around its mouth, but that it was really just spaghetti noodles, and that they thought it was eating the neighbor's cat. Yup, she's crazy.

So, I'm bringing this diary along… but I'm going to put it somewhere where no one can find it. Not a soul.

Something tells me I was right last night. Some little voice in the back of my head confirms that we are, in fact, going to lose this challenge. I'm not so sure if it's my CIT skills anymore, or if losing my sanity. Either one, I's still a feeling.

The Worst Has Yet To Come

Dear Journal,

When we finally made it to where the supplies were, I decided to get rid of my bad attitude. I should believe in our team, I mean, we had won the last two challenges, what's in our way of this one? Of course, my thoughts didn't stay that way, because things changed after a bit.

Oh yeah. You won't believe what I heard Geoff tell Bridgette. "Wow, you pitch a tent like a guy!" Yeah, poor Geoff and his terrible pick-up lines.

While I was setting up the tent, Duncan decided to have some fun, or in other words annoy me. He asked me what was for dinner, using a sexist term by saying woman, and that he was starving. He had better be glad I just decided to give a retort instead a punch in the jaw.

Then DJ came with a little animal, a bunny of some sort. Duncan wanted to eat it, which I was kind of thinking of doing too. But DJ said it was his pet. Um, I saw that thing cough. It looks diseases ridden. But I let it go. I couldn't help but complain that all we would be eating was some berries for dinner.

Duncan then brought to our attention that Sadie and Katie were gone. I would have gone looking for the two, but then again, I didn't really care if they got back or not. What? They're annoying.

So right now, things are falling apart. What's just great is that the bad feeling is back, and it's telling me that the worst has yet to come. Something tells me that Sadie and Katie being lost will be a part of it.

The Hook Man Story

Dear Journal,

God, I hate him! He's so immature! Him and his stupid story…

I'm talking about Duncan and his stupid Mohawk.

As if Bridgette wasn't already scared enough, Duncan wanted to tell this scary story to all of us. He said it was pretty hard core, so he probably shouldn't tell it to us. I wasn't going to take that! With the woman comment before, I wasn't looking as strong as I had hoped. So I, ever the competitor, had to tell Duncan that we weren't scared.

It was this story about this… hook-man! And he was getting these kids, one by one. It was really terrible with the full moon out and everything and I have to admit, I was getting scared. Duncan's eyes kept shifting to me though, as to see if I was scared yet. I tried to compose myself, but by the way he kept smirking at me I guess I didn't do a very good job.

Then he said, that hanging from the door handle, was this bloody hook or something. He said that they said that the killer was still alive, wandering these woods, and that he could be just about anywhere. Even right here! He pulled out that hook and I couldn't help but scream. Damn it, how could I scream! I'm not supposed to scream. I mean what happened to being strong and not frightened?

He laughed this really ugly laugh, and then I couldn't help but get mad. I mean he scared us all to death! It wasn't funny, he didn't deserve to laugh! And then he said he wished it was on camera, which of course it was. Then I truly took in that someone out there, maybe my future competitor for office, saw me scream. They could use that in a commercial to bring me down! I could just imagine to headlines. "Courtney hides in fright at the thought of being your leader. Is this the type of person fit to run our nation?" Crap, crap, crap!

I kind of felt bad asking him if his parents even liked him, but that feeling went away when he responded, "I don't know, jumpy Mc-chicken, I haven't asked them lately." The idiot!

And I just made it way worse when a dang owl hooted, and owl for peat's sake, and I nearly jumped into Duncan's arms. They sure were warm though…

So now, I've made a fool of myself. And now, I'm scared. What if I can't get any sleep to wake up tomorrow?

Man, I just hope I get the sleeping bag. I'll be kind of cold if I don't.

Pee and Fire, What a weird Combination

Dear Journal,

I told you the worst had yet to come! Did I not say that? Did I not?

God, and of course it happens thanks to one of the people I considered was my best friend on the island!

Bridgette, of course had to go pee while we were all sleeping in the tent. Did I mention that Duncan got the sleeping bag and was sleeping soundly? Yes, of course he gets it. So anyway, Bridgette and pee, right. I almost blew chunks when I saw a bottle DJ had been peeing in because he was too scared to go outside.

So Bridgette went out of the tent, and I kind of rolled over to see who was on my side. Duncan, of course, was breathing softly next to me. I couldn't help but smile. He looked so… less Duncan while he was asleep.

Of course, this was all interrupted by a bear form or something, which we all found out was Bridgette after the tent was in flames and quickly turned to ash. How Bridgette managed to set the tent on fire, I will never know. What I do know was that I was madder than a hornet at that girl. How could she set the dang tent on fire? We now had nowhere to sleep!

Duncan, or should I say the 'peace maker' now, told me it wasn't that bad. It wasn't that bad? Things were horrible! And why was he preaching to me now? What, is he the delinquent with a heart of gold or something? I told him nothing could possibly get worse! And, as if I call its name, as if fate had betrayed me, and as if destiny was telling me this was it, the worst came, and hit me with a drop. The rain wasn't enough to hide my screams or anger. I'm pretty sure the Screaming Gophers heard me. What I mean to say is this- I really don't care.

And now we are all sitting under a banana leaf, held by DJ, with Harold and Tyler having to sit in the rain. Bridgette is smart to not talk to me tonight: for all she knows she might have a few bones broken in the morning.

Should I have ever come to this stupid island? Because right now, I'm having my doubts.

The Very Comfy Sleeping Bag Named Duncan

Dear Journal,

Oh! I messed up so bad! Oh my god I'm so. Freaking. Stupid.

I'm still trying to figure out how I ended up sleeping on top of Duncan. I mean, he was the one sitting there with his arm around me! It was way easier just to blame it on him. But the bad thing is that it wasn't his fault. I remember what I had been thinking about, and it so wasn't good. How I could I dream that?

In my dream, I was really cold, and I was sitting under that stupid banana leaf and it was raining but nobody was with me. I felt so alone and cold and empty, and purely sad. And then I felt really warm. Like really warm. Let just say way more comfy than a sleeping bag.

And I smelled him. I literally was inhaling that scent of smoke and cologne, and the other smell I couldn't indentify but loved all the same. And then, I woke up, smiling, only opening one eye, to see none other than Duncan, sarcastically saying, "Good morning Sunshine."

The only good thing about it was that he didn't say princess.

I'm thanking the lord right now for not letting anyone else but DJ awake at that time. It was so embarrassing! Now Duncan thinks I like him. Which I don't! This is just a phase. A very stupid, ignorant, and dumb phase which I'm going through. It'll were off any time now.

At least I hope so.