Hi there. You would not BELIEVE this crazy weather I've been having. TWO ice storms cutting off power for a week… followed by fourteen inches of rain a month afterwards… in two days. For you news-watchers out there, ever heard of Cape Girardeau? Before now, probably not. But yeah, we were on NATIONAL TELEVISION! EEEEP! Lol. Hey, at least we aren't Dutch town… they were completely under water!!
MERRY BELATED EASTER! HAPPY BELATED CHRISTMAS! MERRY BELATED (OR HAPPY) BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BELATED GROUNDHOG DAY! HAPPY YAY YAY DAY! YAY!
Anyway, enough about weather and random holidays/events. Thanks to the reviewers!
xXxcappie-caseyxXx: Thank you so much! Yeshy, yeshy, I have a feeling some people wish they could drive/fly to Missouri, track me down, and throw trashcans at me. And cupcake wrappers… I actually accidently almost ate one this morning. It was very eventful. Anyway, I updated on Easter! Yays!
snickers3339: Thanks! I am like, stoked that you like my story. Yours are like, some of the best ones on here! I love them! So yeah, anyone who hasn't read snickers3339's fanfictions, I would highly advise you to. They are like… cottage cheese… minus the cottage and the somewhat horrifying flavor and texture and… color. Yuckish. So yeah. Let's say they are like chocolate… so rich and real and creamy! Yes! But don't get the wrong idea… if you happen to be in a perverted mood like myself.
smokinoken95892: yeshy, yeshy, it WAS early, early. But that's good, good, right, right? Thank you, thank you. You all are too kind (kind… kind… kind… kind echoes note the word/name echo/Echo out)
MarauderNicki: Dang. I really wanted to look like a walking dumpster… just kidding. Thank you! Lol that's hilarious how could someone think they ate their iguana? Hmmh… that gives me ideas… evilly taps finger tips together thank you for that tidbit of information! And YES Lackson WILL come, along with character death. But it won't be who you may think… and that will be in THIS CHAPTER!! :O
Drummer8907: hey, I have a random question. Do you, by any chance, be a drummer? Stupid question… lol… I mean
mine, not yours… but yeah, thank you so much it means a lot :D
rawraliens101: thanks! Love your name!
Moliver4lifex: you were the reason I updated. I totally forgot about this. I've had it written for like three weeks… my bad, dearest friends.
Awwh, I miss all you guys! I'm so glad you were all able to review. But have any of you heard from iheartdisney128?? She seemed to have disappeared. And I am quite worried. If I remember correctly, I think I MAY have read on smokinoken95892's page that they were siblings? Your sister or brother (I'm hoping sister, haha, but no offense if she/he IS your brother) isn't dead, is she? Lol :P Ignore my over-dramaticness. Love you guys!
PS: Sorry I haven't updated, again. I actually have been busy making videos for YouTube. I have three so far and
so far they're not very good (a cast one to Fences by Paramore, a Moliver one to Something More by Aly & AJ, and an Anti-Jiley to Don't Ask Me by OK! Go). Well the first one isn't good at all. But that's only because I had no episode clips, lol. But yeah currently I'm working on a slight Moliver video to the song "With a Little Help From my Friends" by The Beatles. Is it only me or does it sound like the beginning like they say "hairy cheese"? I swear they say that. I swear on God's trousers. Anywho. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't swear on God's trousers. That may be bad if they really don't say hairy cheese. Anywho.
So yeah, here's what you have all been waiting for… the plane trip.
February 5th
Time unknown. Plane. Popping ears. Bleah. Snoring Miley and singing Lilly and her screaming baby son. Wish I could die…
Oh donkey feathers. Journal, why does life have to be so incredibly unfair? Please answer… three, two, one.
No answer.
We're taking two flights to Hawaii. Don't ask, but the first one we're taking a detour to New York and we're staying there for a day (and night). Then, we're taking a direct flight to Huh-why-ee!
Anyway. Back to the unfairness of life.
I have Miley, right? I guess that's pretty fair, don't you think, Journal?
And back to the unfairness. Again.
I am wedged between Miley, who's passed out on my shoulder (like that would bother me) yet she is snoring and that is somewhat embarrassing, and on the other side is a singing Lilly. She is now singing Love Song. She seriously needs a singing tutor. Or is that a singing trainer? Voice lessons director? Whatever. She DOES. She sounds like a cat being stepped on. Yes, it IS THAT bad. It's quite embarrassing.
Of course, Ashleen had a modeling event last minute and wasn't able to make it. So now I'm single parenting with the aid Miley and Lilly (who are paired with two emo looking rockers).
Miley's baby is sleeping soundly against her, while Lilly's prat is screaming his head off. My baby is just gurgling happily.
Seriously Journal, these babies look REAL! Mine has big blue eyes (like most babies have) and actually has hair, unlike all the other little baldies. It's brown, just like mine! But mine isn't painted on. Anyway, this makes me very happy. I decided to name her (since it IS a her, Journal) Rosie. After my grandma… yeah. I think Rosie sounds like a horse name, don't you think, Journal?
Oh wait. I'm thinking of Posie. Never mind.
Anyway. I'm exhausted and I really don't want to have this baby. I mean… it IS cute, but taking care of one makes me a bit… nauseous. Okay Journal, why am I caring so much about a baby? I mean, it fake eats, fake throw-ups, fake pees, fake farts, fake giggles, fake sleeps, fake poops, fake cries, fake screams. What's the point? It's not like I'm going to have a baby any time soon anyway… I hope.
So yeah. Crap. I forgot to feed her and she's starting to scream and move her little robotic arms in frustration. I'll write back when I can.
February 7th
Hawaii, Hotel, 9:30 PM
Hawaii! It's amazing, Journal!
It doesn't even seem like it should be in the States though… I thought it would be kind of like Malibu… but boy, was I wrong!
It's more like… a pre-historic landmark with waterfalls and non-active volcanoes… minus the scary dinosaurs. Rawr.
Don't snicker at me! Snickering isn't nice. Yes, I know big fancy kitty cat words, Journal! So stop being such a pie face!
Anyway. Rosie is peacefully sleeping on a pillow on the floor. She is covered up with a pair of boxers, much to Miley and Lilly's dismay, whose children are laid comfortably on the window seat covered with thick, pink and green fluffy blankets. They said that Ashleen would disapprove of this action, covering a baby in boxers. I simply rolled my eyes and said it's better than buying a fake baby a bikini like Miley did.
I said that the baby would explode if you put it in the water, and I'm sure I'm quite right. I would laugh. And hope that Miley's eyebrows would ignite and burn. I DIDN'T SAY THAT marks that out… now.
I'm sharing a room with Miley and Lilly and the two scary looking guys. There are five beds: I'm in one, Miley and Lilly are sharing one, and Rod and Todd (why do their names rhyme, anyway? That's just lame) both have their own too.
For some stupid reason, Sir Chokeyass has decided to pair girls and boys up in the same room to get the "whole feeling of being parents." He doesn't seem to know that our hormones are raging and we sometimes make mistakes…
Journal, I'm starving. I haven't eaten in a whole four hours! I guess I could take one of Miley's granola bars… but then there may be a whole dramatic thing like in America's Next Top Model… don't steal my Red Bull! Not that I would know… psht, I don't watch that show! I swear, Journal! Stop laughing like a high hyena! I watched it with Miley and Lilly! STOP LAUGHING!!
Anyway.
Oh God's nightgown. Fiddle dee-dee. Lilly is snoring louder than me. Please oh great penguin, thee cast from thy… ground, let me be able to sleep tight and sound. Wait. I only said that because it rhymed, Journal. Just for your information.
Anyway… you'll never believe this. I was flipping through Lilly's diary (she is so obvious. on the cover she wrote in big, sparkly, swirly, blue letters "Lilly Pilly's Diary, Don't Read, Silly!" Yeahh. It's green. Yeah. And it has a picture of the Powerpuff Girls inside. I totally lost my
manly coolness and started giggling like an over-excited schoolgirl.
She said that she is head-over-heels for Jackson. And that she misses him more than she misses her old pug, Low-rider. (A/N: The Low-rider name was not my idea. In fact, my boyfriend Cameron's sister is getting a pug and he wants her to name her "Low-rider" alas, no, she wants to call her dog Rose Madeline. After me. Isn't that cute??) I laughed at the name of her dog, but I was frightfully startled when I saw that she was in love with Jackson. Don't ask why I was scared, but I was. I nearly made an "oopsie, mommy".
Crapo-dapo. Miley wants to say something.
Dear Ollie's Diary: I love Olliekins so much!! He is so weird though. I was flipping through his iPod and I found a very disturbing song. Have you ever heard of The Bad Touch? I thought so… Lilly loved it. And I nearly gagged. "You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals so let's do it how they do it on the Discovery Channel" That's disturbing. I don't want to have sex with you, Oliver. Despite your dreams. Yes, I know all about your dirty little secrets. Mwha-ha-ha. (A/N: I was watching that video when I came up with that idea. Has anyone seen it? It's called "The Hannah Touch" and it's on YouTube, made by taylovesmoutaindew. Look it up! It's one of my favorites! Get horny now! No, don't, on second thought)
Wow! Scary! She knows about my dreams… Journall…. AGHHH those are PRIVATE! No one should know about a guy's dreams… and she dissed my theme song! Laugh all you want, Journal. Do it. And you'll meet the toilet. Yes, I DID go there.
Well, guess what? It's Freaking Smokin Oken's dinner. So excuse me while I fill up on food. While I wish I was filling something… someone… else up.
Furiously scratches that last bit out
Anyway. Later gator. Oliver Smoliver is out, yo!
I hope you all liked it! I had an amazing time writing it! Please review and I'll update quicker than you can say UPDATE!! Heck yes. Maddie Smaddie is OUT, yo!