Dear Schnitzerdoodle the poodle,

This morning I woke up at seven thirty with the rest of my cabin. It was chores day, so we all had to do chores (duh). I had to sweep out the cabin, Hermione had to take our laundry down to the laundry room and poor Spalding was stuck with taking out the trash. Qoddy (Microsoft Qod) was stuck with that unfortunate task as well. I laughed at their pain, muahahahahaha. Oh, I'm so evil!

Anyways, after we did the chores and made our beds and all that other monotonous crap, we finally got to go to breakfast. I like breakfast. I drew a couple stares when I walked into the hall, because I was in my lime green outfit. My lime green outfit is a lime green pair of overalls, a lime green shirt, lime green shoes, a lime green bandana AND… You guessed it… PURPLE SOCKS! Well, the purple socks aren't actually part of it, but I couldn't find my lime green ones. I had cereal for breakfast. It was Blueberry Morning. I hate Blueberry Morning. Its healthy and healthy is bad, very bad. Did I mention Healthy is bad? Anyways, this total cow was acting all arrogant towards poor Spaldikins and Mimi (Hermione) because they're not pureblood. He's a total Dinostihan! Well, anyway, before Spalding could hit him with her sarcasm and fantastic wit ("Give me back the pen Spalding!") I got there first. Well actually, Spalding's oatmeal did. Don't quite get it yet? Don't worry Schnitzerdoodle, I'll explain. See, Spalding decided to try a new food while we were at camp, so she got oatmeal. And jello. Spalding likes jello, as you may have noticed. Anyway, so this strange combination of Jello and oatmeal flew straight at the face of the boy-Malfoy, I think his name was. It means bad luck in Latin. It was his bad luck he was hatin' on my friends! So, he just stood there covered in oatmeal and jello, and then Spalding told him to flying fish off. He muttered something like 'my father will hear about this', and Spalding told him to shove it up his butt, along with all the other crap his body produces. He left, muttering obscenities. We laughed, and farted in his general direction (sorry, Monty Python moment).

Well, after the delightful episode at breakfast, we had Drama. I love drama. It's fun and awesome, and I've been told that Spalding and I are just a tiny bit dramatic (Us, dramatic? How dare you say such a thing? #bursts into bogus sobs#). Yeah, so we had to play a game called freeze. It's kind of difficult to explain, so I'll just tell you how it happened.

I stood up at the front to start the game. I thought of some random thing and started acting it out. "Oh look at all the pretty flowers! I just have to pick some!" I bent over, and then someone yelled "FREEZE!" It was the bad luck boy from breakfast. He leant over me and put his hands on mine. "That's not how you golf sweetie, daddy will show you how." He pulled my arms in a swing movement. The imaginary golf ball went far, and I turned around and hugged Malfoy. "FREEZE!" shouted Spalding. She came up behind us. "Sheryl and David! I am shocked with your behavior. And on school premises too!" I turned around. "Principal Westhaver!" I gasped. "Oh no Sheryl!" gasped Malfoy melodramatically. "We've been caught! But I have some thing I need to say…" He went down on one knee. "FREEZE!" shouted Qoddy. She came up to the stage. "Sheryl, Carrie, what have you done to David? He's obviously injured!" "Yes, he fell to one knee! He must have been hurt all this time and never said anything, just because he didn't want us to worry more that we were on a desert island with no way to contact the outside world. Why did this happen to us?" yelled Spalding. She and Qoddy and I dropped to our knees as well. "FREEZE!" Yelled Mimi. She walked up to us and pretended to be blessing our foreheads. "After you have finished praising the lord for this meal of crumbs, we will adjourn to the other room to fast after indulgence." We all got up and followed after her. Mimi put her hand out to open the 'door'. "FREEZE!" shouted Harry, Hermione's black haired friend. He walked up and grabbed Mimi's hands and thrust them in the air. "This is how you do the cheer," he said in a high pitched, ditzy voice. Mimi started jumping up and down screaming "woohoo, go Hogwarts! Yay!" She tripped, and Harry caught her. "FREEZE!" Yelled the red-haired boy, I can't remember his name. He came up and started singing, "I've fallen, fallen for you…" in a really bad voice. So that's basically what happened in Drama.

Lunch, ahh lunch, How I love thee. I shall make an ode to lunch.

Lunch, oh, lunch, how I love thee

Thou art wonderful and filling to me

I eat cheese sandwich

One that never has a glitch

Oh my ode to lunch

It is not breakfast

Or dinner

Or even brunch

It is Lunch

Lunch oh lunch how I love thee

Oh my ode to lunch!

Anyway, malo was over at my table and he was hatin' on my cheese sandwich. I mean, what is up with that? So I gave him a close up view so he could see that there was no fungus on the cheese. Unh huh, yeah, I threw it at him. Spalding looked at him, then me, then him, then me, then him and said "This is becoming a recurring theme for you guys."

Yay, football. I love playing football. I play it at school all the time with my friends. I can't see how anyone can't play football. Well, I learned today that most purebloods don't learn to play the best game in the world. That's right. Bad Luck can't play. I'm a pureblood and I play football. My team beat his 23 nil. He sucks. He sucks badly. He is a ball hog and a bad sport. And he looks really good in gym shorts. Wait, I did not just write that. Scratch it out. Good girl Ribena.

Well, at dinner Malfoy was dissing my football skills. Well, no one does that and gets away with it. So I threw a chicken leg at him. I swear I didn't mean to, but I gave him a concussion. Woops, my bad. I told the head counselor I was passing the chicken to Qoddy who was sitting across from me and the chicken 'slipped' from my hands. What a gullible adult. Malfoy glared daggers at me. No, not actual daggers. After he was taken to the infirmary and warned not to stick his head in front of food that was being passed. I am sooooo evil. Yeah, you are. ("Spalding! Stop taking my pen and reading over my shoulder! It's annoying!")

Well, we went to bed and I wrote this and now its lights out, so I'm gonna turn the lights out.

G'night,

-Ribena