Hey, guys! Oh, man, you wouldn't believe the crazy day I had yesterday. At school our class won this contest, so the campus ministry or whatever provided us with breakfast as a prize. We had breakfast pizza and donuts and it was heavenly. I seriously just about stuffed my face. Good thing I can eat as much as I want and still stay slim. :D And a lot of funny stuff happened during that class period, some of which I might use in a future chapter of this story... hmm...

Oh, and then I ate a muffin without realizing there was nuts in them. That was kind of bad, since I'm allergic to them (the allergic reaction wasn't that serious, though, because I spat out the muffin before I managed to actually swallow any of the nuts), but it was also really funny, because a few of my friends started freaking out because they thought I was going to die. Ha!

The only really bad thing that happened was my glasses breaking. I was cleaning them, feeling all pleased with how good my day went, and they randomly snapped clean in half. And I was like, "...oh, shit, Mom's gonna kill me." She didn't, of course, but she was a bit upset with my apparent stupidity. And today we went to go see if the jeweler could weld my glasses together, but apparently they can't. And the glasses store in WalMart couldn't replace the frame, either, because it's apparently not possible with that type of glasses.

We were about to give up, but then my mom remembered that my friend Caroline has almost the same eye grade as me, and I knew for a fact that she still kept her old glasses even though she wears contacts now. So luckily she lent them to me, and I can see now! Yay!

Ok, I've blabbered waaaay too much. Gonna stop now before I bore you all to death. Enjoy!

I will not get angry... I will not get angry... I won't let this get to me...

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GAHHHH HOLY CRAP I'M SO PISSED I CAN'T EVEN TYPE PROPERLY FGSKJSHGKHAS

...Ok, I'm calm now. I'm perfectly fine.

You seriously have a death wish, don't you, Munroe?

And for your information, I just changed my password into something that's virtually impossible to figure out. So let's see you try and get into my account now! HA!

On the plus side, I did learn something from Sonny's terrible writing. Apparently she's going on Gilderoy's talk show, too, along with Blondie. On the same day that I'm going. How did I not hear about this before? Hmm... I have a weird feeling about this...

Anyway. I'll deal with all this later, once I get to the studio. Then I'll get back at Sonny. But for now, the important thing is my Chadly wisdom. Sorry you had to witness my brief freakout, my wonderful fans. I'll attempt to make it up to you with this topic.

Chad Dylan Cooper On Lollipops

Oh, how I adore lollipops. They're really delicious. Not as good as cinnamon rolls or loganberry smoothies, but they're very satisfying when you have a desire to eat something sweet.

Really, go look up all the images of lollipops on Google. Don't those gorgeous pictures just make you want to drool? Yum.

My favorite lollipops are those ridiculously ginormous ones, just because it takes forever to eat them. And the longer it takes to eat a lollipop, the longer you get to savor it.

There's really not much else to say about lollipops... if there's anything else you want to know, just go buy one. I think they're probably only, like, 25 cents or something. Maybe less.

Ok, let's see...

A few weeks ago at the studio, I was making my daily round by the So Random stage. You know, just to make sure everything was shipshape and all. As the greatest actor of my generation (a title which I still proudly hold, NOT Efron, thank you very much), it's my duty to see to it that everything at Condor Studios runs smoothly. Otherwise I would definitely not be there. (and ok, I sort of wanted to tell Sonny something, too)

As I approached Sonny's dressing room, Gravy and Hippo walked past me wearing outfits that made them look like cotton candy. They glanced at me when they passed by, but didn't really react, just continued to chatter about elephants laying eggs or whatever.

I watched them go, wondering how two people could possibly be so stupid, then knocked on Sonny's dressing room door. "Hey, Munroe, you in there?"

"Yep! Come on in!" chirped her overly perky voice from inside the room. I rolled my eyes before entering.

The first thing I saw was a giant lollipop. For a few brief seconds I thought I'd hit the lollipop jackpot. My eyes widened. "What the...?" Then the lollipop turned around, and I realized that the ginormous sucker was just a costume. Sonny's grinning face peered out at me through the headpiece. "Whaddya think? Does the costume look good or what?"

I inspected the outfit she was wearing and tried to think of some way to respond to her question. Because there are just no words to describe that thing. No. Words. "It's... something," I finally managed to say. Apparently this was the safest thing to say, because Sonny beamed at me. "Thanks! The costume department just finished making it for our next sketch. We're doing this Candyman thing, and it's going to be so funny - "

I attempted to cut her off before her ceaseless chatter could make me do something incredibly stupid to get away from her, such as throw myself out a window (you know, if there were even windows in the room). "Anyway - "

"And the costume even kinda tastes like a lollipop!" she added before giving me a sly smile and saying, "Would you like to taste?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Just so we're clear, you are talking about the lollipop, right?"

Sonny threw back her head and laughed. I noticed that she didn't answer my question. Sighing, I ran a hand through my perfect hair. Being around Munroe was so distracting that I'd actually completely forgotten why I'd been searching her out in the first place. "Ok, Sonny, could you please quit it so I can talk?"

After a few seconds, her giggle-snorts came to a stop. "Talk?" She blinked. "Oh, I get it, you want to brag about some picture of you in a magazine, right? Eh, well, go right ahead, I guess."

I glared at her. "That isn't what I wanted to say."

She rolled her eyes and tugged off the lollipop headpiece. Her hair was slightly messy and static-y without the thing. You'd think this would make her look ugly, but it didn't. It just made her look more... I dunno. Cuter, I suppose is the only word for it. How is that possible? Beats me.

"Then what exactly do you want, Chad?" she asked me.

"Well, I just - WHOA, SONNY!" I recoiled as Sonny started to unbutton her costume. "Jeez, are you crazy? There is no stripping in the studio!"

She looked at me as though I were the one that was insane, as opposed to her, the one who was really nuts. "I have my regular clothes underneath this one, Chad," she said after a moment of just staring at me. "You don't actually think I'd undress in front of you, do you?"

Maybe. That is what my disgusting teenage boy hormones were sort of hoping, anyway. "Yeah, well," I huffed, not wanting to admit anything. "I'm gonna turn around anyway, just in case you're lying to me."

As I turned resolutely away from her, Sonny made a little noise that sounded half incredulous and half amused. "Well, that's not neccessary, but I do appreciate the gesture, Chad."

I nodded silently and studied the tacky sofa intently until Munroe finally said, "Ok, you can turn back around now." I cautiously faced her again and was relieved to see that she was wearing jeans and a plaid T-shirt. "You should warn me before you do these things," I muttered.

Sonny rolled her eyes, grinning a bit, and set the costume onto her chair. "So what did you want?"

"You made me forget," I accused. She raised an eyebrow. "Really? That's unfortunate," she said in a way that sounded like she was thinking the exact opposite.

I glared at her. Even though I could no longer remember what it was I had wanted to say to her, I had a strong feeling that whatever it was would've really annoyed her. I felt like I'd just been cheated out of an opportunity to get her all riled up. "Yeah, it was something really important, too."

She grinned. "Must not be that important if you forgot it so easily."

Stupid, aggravating Random. I felt a surge of irritation, accompanied by a desire to get even with Munroe for that comment she made. Without really thinking about it, my gaze settled on the dumb lollipop outfit, and a brilliant idea popped into my mind. "Speaking of important, Munroe, is that costume something you really need?"

"Well, yeah," she said, obviously confused by my question. "I mean, it is for our sketch tomorrow. And I think the costume department wants it back to work on a few kinks before it's ready for showtime..."

That was all I needed to know. "Oh, well, that's good to know." With a suave smile, I snatched up the costume. Her eyes widened in alarm. "Chad, what're you doing?"

"Oh, just borrowing," I said, giving her a wink. I held the outfit out of reach as she made a desperate grab for it. "Chad, give it back!"

I laughed. "Too slow, Random!" I dodged another of her grabs and made a break for the door, pausing only to call, "Peace out, sucka!" over my shoulder.

"Chad Dylan Cooper, get back here!" Sonny yelled, sounding exceedingly angry. This bit of knowledge made me smirk with triumph. I glanced over my shoulder to see Munroe chasing after me, looking furious. "Gotta catch me first," I taunted before saluting her and charging off.

I have to hand it to her, she didn't let me out of her sight for a second. In fact, she stayed right on my tail the whole time we were running around the studio. It was really quite impressive, actually, considering I did everything possible to ditch her somewhere. I ducked underneath some guys carrying props and weaved through a bunch of Meal or No Meal girls, and still she stayed right behind me, yelling at me angrily as she chased me. I didn't even know Munroe knew how to use language like that. Tsk.

Finally, I managed to sort of lose her somewhere by the cafeteria. I soon approached the Mack Falls stage and darted through the doors, running past a couple of my co-stars as I went. "Hey, Chad, what's up?" Trevor greeted as I skidded by him and Chloe. "What's with that weird costume you're holding?"

"Just messing with a Random," I explained quickly.

While Trevor proceeded to crack up, Chloe shot me a disapproving look. "You mean that Munroe girl, right? You know, you really shouldn't be so mean to her."

I paused to stare at her. "Since when're you on their side?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I'm not on their side. It's just that out of all the other losers, she seems nicer and normal-ish. It's hard to hate her."

"Yeah? Well, try harder," I shot back.

She frowned and opened her mouth to respond, but an angry voice cut her off. "CHAD!" I whirled around to see Sonny glowering at me from the doorway. "Give it back!"

"Gotta go," I said quickly and ran off to the safety of my dressing room. I ducked inside and was just closing the door when Sonny ran up and started pushing on the outer side of the door, yelling, "Don't you DARE close that door on me, Cooper!"

I struggled to close the door anyway, but it was pretty hard. I swear, for someone fragile like her, she can be really strong when she wants to be. "Make me!" I called childishly.

I suddenly found myself tumbling forward as Sonny gave an extra hard push on the door, which swung open to reveal her with her hands on her hips, frowning down at me. "This isn't funny, Chad," she said. She didn't sound as angry as she had earlier, but she still looked annoyed. "I want it back."

"And I want you to get out of my dressing room," I pointed out, getting to my feet and holding the costume behind my back.

Her dark eyes flashed. "I'm serious."

"So am I," I countered, grinning.

She looked like she wanted to slap me or something, but then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her expression just looked pleading. "Can I please have it back, Chad?"

"No."

"Please?"

"NO."

"Pleeeaaassseee?"

"No," I practically sang. "Finders keepers, losers weepers!"

She folded her arms. "Do you really wanna go there, Cooper?"

I smirked. "If it gets you mad, then sure, why not?"

To my surprise, she gave me a sweet smile. "Oh, I see," she said calmly. Her casual tone reminded me of the calm right before a terrible storm came. "So you really aren't going to give it to me, huh?"

"Nope."

Sonny shrugged. "Oh, ok, then. That's fine by me."

I frowned, a bit disappointed by her lack of anger. "Really?"

She nodded, still smiling. "Sure. But just so we're being fair..."

Before I could even blink, she'd strode over to my cardboard cut-out of myself and had grabbed it by its cardboard shoulders. Then she glanced over at me. "I think I'll take this in exchange."

I felt my eyes widen. "Heck no!"

She made a pouty face. "Second thoughts, Cooper?"

I quickly tried to reorganize my facial expression into something that made me look like I could care less about my cardboard cut-out. I think I failed. I mean, that was my baby she was holding for ransom! "Pfft, what? Psh. No, of course not."

"Oh, that's too bad." She grinned. "You know, I think your twin here might like to grow a mustache." With a flick of her wrist she produced a black sharpie from her pocket.

"You're bluffing," I scoffed, attempting to sound confident.

"Maybe he'd also like a beard. Oh, and a unibrow, too," she added thoughtfully.

My jaw dropped. "You wouldn't dare!" I said, horrified.

Her grin widened. "Try me." She uncapped the sharpie and lowered it slowly to my baby's handsome face. "Here comes the airplane," she crooned, as though she was a parent feeding a child. I think she was probably trying to get on my nerves. Well, she succeeded.

I stared, half expecting her to suddenly stop and yell, "APRIL FOOLS!" But since it wasn't even April, she didn't, and I realized that she was very serious. I told myself to stay strong, but looking at my poor cardboard cut-out's face, I knew I couldn't put him through that. "Gah, fine!" I shouted, tossing the outfit onto the floor. "Take the stupid costume!"

She grinned and stepped to the side, and I immediately made a beeline for the still smiling cut-out. "Oh, baby!" I cried, seizing it and inspecting its face to double check that Sonny hadn't gotten any sharpie on it. Once I was positive it was all right, I tucked it under my arm and turned to look at Sonny, who had just picked up the weird lollipop costume and was dusting it off. "Well played, Munroe," I admitted grudgingly. "I guess I have to give you props."

She smirked at me. "Props accepted."

I rolled my eyes. "You didn't have to threaten my cardboard cut-out, though. I would've given you the dumb thing eventually."

"Yeah, right," she said, obviously not believing me. "And anyway, that was my last resort. You forced me into it," she pointed out, shrugging.

I groaned. "You're such an annoying diva."

"And you're an aggravating jerkthrob," she retorted with a smile.

As irritating as she was, I couldn't stop a grin from sliding onto my face. "Oh, please, I think we both know you love me," I said, waggling my eyebrows as she started to walk past me. She paused to shove my shoulder playfully. "You wish, Cooper."

"I don't think so."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Yeah, well, I know so."

I tried not to laugh and failed miserably. "Get out of my dressing room, Random!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" she giggled.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine, I'm leaving!"

"Good, get out of here!"

Unperturbed, Sonny beamed cheerfully at me, then turned on her heel and skipped off.

I watched her go, smiling, then jumped about a foot in the air when a voice said from behind me, "What was that about?"

I whirled around to see Chloe looking at me curiously. I spluttered incoherently for a second, then regained control of myself and asked, "Were you eavesdropping?"

She raised her eyebrows and ignored my question completely. "For someone you tell us that you despise so much, you and Sonny sure seem close."

I scoffed. "Chloe, you're new here, so I'm going to forgive you for making that ridiculous assumption. But trust me, Sonny and I loathe each other. You know how Devon hates sushi, right? Well, my hatred for Sonny is, like, ten times that." There, that should convince her.

"Is that so," she said, her face expressionless. I nodded firmly. "Yes. So don't even bring that up again. Ever."

She held up her hands appeasingly. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I guess I was wrong, then."

"Very wrong indeed," I agreed.

For some reason she smiled. Then her smile disappeared, and she was all business. "Ok, you've had your fun. Ready to go film?"

"I always am," I said casually, and then we walked silently back to the set.

So the lesson is this: As amazing as lollipops are, you probably shouldn't steal lollipop costumes from overly perky brunettes, because chances are it won't go down well with them.

And that's about it for today! Hope you learned a lot from my Chadly wisdom. Make sure you check out my Wisdom Center tomorrow for some more wisdom from yours truly!

Peace out, suckas!

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