-falls over and dies- I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. But I have a very good excuse. I've been in and out of hospitals since about…July, and they JUST figured out what's wrong with me. X.x if you want to know, email me. ANYHOW I just got some free time FINALLY.

/at about six thirty/

And nothing happened.

At all.

What a HUGE waste of time.

I TRIED to get everyone else to sing Mary Had A Little Lamb.

But they wouldn't do it.

How incredibly RUDE. I hope they're happy, hurting a girl's feelings.

I'm sure they're proud. I bet they're even laughing over how AMAZINGLY…um MEAN they are.

All the more reason to, you know, keep going with the SCHEMING and all.

I mean.

Go along picking carrots of trees.

No, I mean scheming. Yeah. That's a fun word.

So is SPEARMINT.

I wanna bother X-Ray. I hate him THIIIIIIIIIIS much. I wonder if he's noticed.

I wonder what he's afraid of. O.o let's find out…let's try..complete and utter random hyperness.

IN THE TENT

"OH MY GOSH LIKE HI X-RAY AND UM HOW ARE YOU TODAY I'M FIIIIIIIINE THANKS FOR ASKING, I KNOW YOU'RE SO TOTALLY CONCERNED."

Eep. I wanna hurt myself for talking like that.

He looked at me like I was a walking sharpie marker or something.

"Um, hi…and WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? I'm sorry but you were talking to PREP-LIKE for me to notice."

Looks like someone forgot to take his happy pills today. Hmm.

"X DID YOU FORGET TO TAKE YOUR HAPPY PILLS TODAY? LIKE YOU FORGOT TO TAKE MY CD PLAYER? EXCEPT YOU ACTUALLY TOOK THE CD PLAYER UNLIKE YOU TOOK THE MEDICINE.'

Oops. I wasn't supposed to say anything about the CD player. Ah, who cares.

"Um, Megan…this CD player?" And Magnet WHO SHOULD BE CALLED MAGNETO reached behind my crate and brought out…my CD player.

Double oops.

"Oh. Erm…thanks Magnet." See, keeping your mouth shut is a…uh, trait thing that I do not have.

And X-Ray looked OH SO pleased.

Ha.

OH MY PIE YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT.

Zig's still paranoid.

Teehee.

I don't wanna be mean.

But I do, actually.

"OH MY. ZIG, I BET THOSE BRAINWASHERS MADE ME SOUND CRAZY WHEN I WAS TALKING TO X!"

Oh my frootloop. He's taking me seriously.

His eyes almost bulged out of his head. I think. Maybe. I actually have no clue cause I don't pay attention to these things.

"YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT. X, I don't think he-I MEAN SHE was in her right mind there."

He? HE? Oh my fork. Now I'm confused to be the opposite gender.

YAY.

I want an eraser to throw at his head.

But NO.

Can't have erasers at Camp Dry As A Toothpick.

An unused toothpick, of course.

(A/N: I'm stopping here. I'm gonna make this chapter MUCH longer, but I want you all to know I'm not dead. I'll write more tomorrow after school.