November 1, 2010
It's monday, and I hate mondays. You know why? Well, first, my alarm is screaming at me to wake up. I'm usually in the middle of a good dream, so when that stupid clock goes off, I get ticked off so lightning strikes it.
That's probably why I need a new alarm clock every other month, because all of my lightning short circuited the wires and stuff.
So that clock spit out sparks at me and got onto my awesome hair (even without the gel it's awesome, just not as awesome with the gel) and guess who is afraid of fire now.
Thus the reason why everyone pointed and laughed at my bald patch on my head. If only I was in drama until my hair grew back. Then I could wear a hat. Maybe I steal a purple cape I can fool people.
It was so bad that I didn't even see Emma today. I faked sick and went to bed early. And even though I'm not in drama (and I should be, because of my baldness on the top left side of my hair and how a hat could easily hide it) I did pretty awesome on 'throwing up'.
Well, it wasn't hard. I just imagined Manfred in a pink bikini.
That says everything, doesn't it?
The bad thing is, I can't get that gruesome image out of my mind.
Wait, I used the word gruesome.
And I thought all my nerdiness went away! Gah, are you kidding me? Journal, I'm blaming you for my horrible disease. AND my bald patch! Ever since I got you, my vocabulary, no, scratch that, words improved-no, scratch that out, are hard leveled and now-
Aw forget it. Maybe I'll just stay silent for the rest of my life. Maybe I shouldn't write anymore too. Which reminds me, I found a clue to where my missing journal entries could have gone. When I was walking by the bookstore the other day (for no reason, just because I like to walk by the bookstore) and I found a piece of paper on the ground.
Being the awesome citizen I am, I picked it up to throw it away, but I noticed it had a stain on it, like one of my journal entries. (Remember that one time I went to the mall with Sander and we got sugar rushes and crashed really badly? Yeah, well that stain was from the smeared chocolate candy bar I had. I still remember it: sticky, brown, and mistaken for something else by my mother, who yelled at me for my personal hygiene and how there was a difference between toilet paper and regular paper.)
Turns out it WAS that particu-um, entry I mentio-was talking-writing about up there. I was wondering how it got there and I found a stamp on the back. It said: Fanfiction material, used by Jenni N., journal huntress.
Who the heck is Jenni N.?
Whatever, I'm gonna hit the hay. There's a test tomorrow and I don't want to risk getting caught by the others if they wake up. I still lock you up somewhere safe.
***Author's note***
Guys? Yeah, Tanc's on to me! Proven by this page I just now stole! If he comes your way, don't-I repeat, DON'T tell him I'm around! Thanks! :D
