December 26
I tripped over one of Ishizu's perfume bottles today and scraped my knee. Such agony! The pain was unbearable. I seemed to have gone temporarily insane, or something, because everything became so fuzzy and blurry, and my face felt real stretchy. Must have been the beans. Next thing I knew, I found myself holding a butterknife, entering Ishizu's room. What was I thinking?! I've gone and punished myself by cleaning my room. I mean, Ishizu is bad, but not that bad. She did go and have a cuss fight with that boy who pushed my into a mud puddle. But then again, that as only because some of the mud splattered onto her new dress… Anyways, she's my sister and it's my duty to make sure that she doesn't die a premature death due to a dull butterknife…
December 27
New neighbors moved in today. They say they're from America. Lousy tourists. (I'm not a racist. Besides, I'm from America too.) There's a girl bout my age. She keeps saying how girly I look in a dress. Well I'll show her… Besides, these dresses are a part of a very ancient tradition! Odion told me that plain white dresses were real trendy and fashionable this year. Miserable liar. Now I feel so lame and out-of-style. Found out the girl's name is Susie. She wears the most ridiculous pigtails. She keeps taking pictures of us. I would have enjoyed that if she didn't keep saying, " The wildlife around here is amazing!" I think I'll forgive Ishizu for the perfume bottle incident if she's willing to team up with me and booby trap Susie's home. I'm sure she'll agree. Susie kept saying how Ishizu's hairstyle was so 60's. Big mistake. Ishizu's real vain. She'll take that seriously…catfight! Mreow! Heh heh, females are so silly…
December 28
Yay! Ishizu agreed! I'll say, we make a great team. We started out with the ceremonial toilet papering of their house. Then we egged it. Mom would have called it a waste of food. Oh well. They came back SHOCKED. It was so funny. Almost burst out laughing. Got a painful jab from Ishizu in my sides. Her face was purple. It was when they stepped on the dirty diapers on their doormat, that I exploded. Couldn't hold it in anymore. Their stupid shoes were covered with goodness-knows-what. HAHAHAHAHA! That what they get! Nobody messes with Marik Ishtar!