So my talk with Carly was a total disaster. First of all through the whole conversation she kept trying to get me to tell her whom I was asking about, but of course I couldn't tell her, she'd run straight to Sam and tell her every little thing that I said. Then they would proceed to go over it, probably with pen and paper, analyzing little everything I said and try and figure out what I meant by it, or what I didn't say on the subject. Second my mother, because she has been reading my journal, got to her first and told her what I was planning on doing. She also told Carly not to tell me anything on the subject of sex, or anything along the lines of growing up. So sense Carly is scared that my mother is going to murder her in her sleep with a stick of celery, she was absolutely NO help. I'm still so freaking confused.
All I think about all day is Sam. What to do about Sam, what to say to her, and if I finally gather up the courage to talk to her what the heck would I say. (And yes mother, I didn't say h-e- double hockey sticks, so no need to murder ME in MY sleep with a frozen carrot.) If only you talked back to me like Sam's diary does to her… well, otay it doesn't talk back to her she talks back for her self, but even THAT would help me right now. All I'm saying is whatever Sam's on that makes her do that, I need some of…
And mother sense I KNOW your going to read this right after I'm done writing it, I need more of the following items:
Shampoo
Conditioner
Socks
Razors
Erasers
The next Nancy Drew book
A new phone (Sam smashed it again…)
The new pie-cam (The one with the smaller lens)
Tighty- Whiteys (I heard they come in pink now, if so pink not white)
Low- Fat cheese-less pizza
Tick lotion
Cloud block
That'll be all. : D
I wonder if Sam can talk back to her self because she eats so much… One will never know on account of no one in the world can eat as much as that girl. I mean what the chicken fried prune pop; she eats more than a pregnant walrus!
Anyway I got to go do a dare for iCarly. This time it's going door-to-door asking for bananas.
My mother's still tries to ruin my life… Freddie
Sorry I haven't updated I've been so freaking busy… Otay that's a lie I'm the un-busiest person on the face of Pluto, I'm just lazy! That and my computer makes me sad, all internet-less and such. That's my other excuse; my computer doesn't have Internet. So although I'm on the Internet pretty much everyday I'm using that as an excuse. Oh and in the actual thing that you were here to read I used the word "otay" just in case you were wondering, no it isn't a typo; I meant to put that. It's just one of my many coined words/phrases. Like it? If so, it tis mine and I'm going to have to ask that it isn't stolen. And on another subject… reviews. If people would like me to update faster… REVIEW. And for Superman's sake something other than "So cute, review soon" those just freaking piss me off. : D I prefer constructive criticism. Otay I'm done with this ridiculously long authors note. It'd be shorter but I have nothing better to do. Also if you haven't noticed the disclaimer and the author's note are the same on Sam and Freddie's diaries this time.