Sorry for the lack of updates to.. um... everything, but I've had a bit of writer's block. Yes. Writer's block. I HATE YOU! FOOK! Oh well… I think it's going away. I'm workin' on the next chapter of "Christmas Party" too… And some original stuff I might post… sometime. Thanks too all of you who actually wanna read this crap! Especially after this long-ass wait! I love you guys!

Friday, December 19th, 2001. 9:20 P.M.

Nny's entry: Die-ary,

Everyone's all whiny and complaining about food… it's really annoying. Well, except for Zim and Gir. And me, obviously. They're all whiny because there doesn't seem to be anywhere to eat. Everywhere we've stopped has said they were "out of food." It's like some sort of weird… plague-ie thing or something. I think they're lying, though. They just don't wanna serve us. Well, the next place we stop, I'm gonna get out and go see for myself, just so everyone will shut up. Their agonized moaning is really starting to get on my nerves. Especially Kris. She's always all, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry! Stop here and see if they have anything! STOP OR I'LL EAT YOUR BRAINS!" Fook! She's really annoying right now. But I don't doubt that she WILL eat my brains if we don't find food soon. Oh well. I don't think they'd taste that good anyway.

Friday, December 19th, 2001. 9:29 P.M.

Squee's entry: Dear Journal,

This is really not a good week… I'm very hungry… But I don't think I'm as hungry as Kris, Blair, and Dib, 'cause sometimes Gir gives me food stuff. I'm not really sure I should be eating anything he gives me, but it kinda doesn't seem that important when you're starving. Oh, and I've got Tang. *Nods* That helps. Well, I'm gonna go talk to- … Oh yeah, he's gone. I miss Shmee…

Love,

Todd

Friday, December 19th, 2001. 9:34 P.M.

Kris's entry:

YAAARGH! I'm so fucking hungry! Oh man… And tired. All this hungryness has made me very, very tired. I bet Gir's got some food somewhere, I really do… I mean, he's GIR for crying outloud! I would've eaten Nny's brains already, but I'm too weak with non-foody-ness. And besides, someone has to drive. Zim's fine, surprise surprise… Curse his stupid Irken-ness. I really need to ask Nny how he can do that whole "lookit me, I don't need food" thing. There's one good thing about this: um… okay, I lied. There's nothing good about this. MAN!

Friday, December 19th, 2001. 9:43 P.M.

Zim's entry: Computer,

Two nights ago, I snuck up to the roof while everyone was sleeping (excluding the driver, Blair, who wasn't really paying attention, and Nny, who doesn't seem to care), called the Cruiser, and went to Hobo 13 to commence phase two of my brilliant plan. Tak and Jek both had some sort of transportation ready, but Naz had to ride with me… Nngh… Anyway, the three of them (and myself, of course) managed to build a large sort of "trailer" and attached it to the back of the RV, cleverly hidden with a cloaking device. One much better than what was on the Megadoomer… Grr… They're staying there until we've better formed (and agreed on) the plan. Beside the point, something odd seems to be going on… All the food seems to have vanished. This doesn't affect me in the least, of course, and I revel in watching the filthy Dib-human squirm with the hunger. Heh.. heheh… BWAHAHAHA!! SUFFER, DIB! SUFFER LIKE NEVER BEFORE! Then just wait until the plan is ready… Then you shall TRULY SUFFER! Um.. some more… and.. stuff. Look, Master! They were getting' bored in the trailer, so I brought 'em in! Gir, no!

Invader Zim, signing off.

Friday, December 19th, 2001. 9:54 P.M.

Gir's entry: WHEEHOO!

Me and Master went on a trip the other night and got our friiiends! Tak, Naz, and Jek! Yaaaay! Master made 'em stay in an invisible trailer thingie out back, but they were gettin' kinda bored, so I brought 'em aaaall inside and introduced them to everyone! Dib remembers Tak. He made some squishy noises, and she made that annoying laugh-ie sound. Master yelled at me. I guess he was just so happy I got the idea to bring all his friends inside! Isn't that nice?! I wish I had food. … Oh, I do! TACOS! WHEEHEEHEEHOO! I'm gonna go eat stuff! BYE!!!

Loooooove,

GIR!!!!!

Friday, December 19th, 2001. 9:58 P.M.

Blair's entry:

Ohhhh Goooood… Why isn't there any food around here?! It's like it was all transported from the RV and into some… other… place. And it just so happens that all the places around here are totally, completely, absolutely out of food! Nothing! Not even a BEAN! Gargh… Gir's got tacos and stuff, but I'm scared to eat 'em. Some of Zim's friends are here. I think Gir let them in. Dib's makin' all these funny sounds. He keeps lookin' at a little corner by his bunk. I think that's where he keeps his paranormal shit. They don't even look like aliens. Stupid person. Should be smarter, 'specially with the big head. Oh, look… He's running to the bathroom… again.

Friday, December 19th, 2001. 10:03 P.M.

Dib's entry: Dear Swollen Eye-Balls

I can't believe that I never caught Zim teleporting his alien contacts to our transportation! Apparently they have been hidden in a pod connected to the back of the RV. I remember one of them. Tak. She was about to pull something on me, when I suddenly managed to escape to the bathroom at the right moment, catching her totally by surprise! Gir keeps yelling for me to come out and play with his piggy. Aaaahh… Piggy… No… Not the piggies!