God Can't Spare Me

Dear Journal,

And of course, god is not allowed to spare me.

Our challenge? Dodge ball.

Not good.

Eva, our strongest player- gone.

Duncan, our second strongest player- has the life sucked out of him.

DJ, well, he's just a weenie!

So what are we supposed to do?

I can answer that for you: lose. Yet again. I hate this team.

Domination on Dodge ball

Dear Journal,

Woo-hoo!

This is my day!

We won the challenge!

Well, it all started out with us losing 2 games out of five at first, and if we lost one more, someone was going home.

But, to protect us from another loss, we knew who we needed- and that was Duncan.

So, we all stuck a stick up his nose (well, how else would we wake up a sleeping psycho?) and when we did, well, he got mad.

When he tried to get on Harold, I wasn't having it. We were all tired. And he wasn't helping any by sleeping on the bench. I told him that he needed to help us. When he asked why he should, I told him straight forward.

"You should, because if you don't, I can personally guarantee you'll be the one going home, darling."

I watched in happiness as the look of anger on his face went from madness, to wonder, and then to defeat. He agreed, but on one condition: we did what he said. I was so happy that I just nodded my head. I had clowned little mister delinquent, the guy who seemed like he was out to get me.

So he told us this tactic: crush the new guy. You throw all the balls at one player at a time.

That was a really useful tactic, and we won 2 games.

Now on the last game, I guess the gophers recognized our tactic, so we stopped using it. And then, we were all playing, when Duncan gets hit. Then again. And again, And- ouch- again.

I thought that was sort of harsh. I mean, he's kind of tired- why be so rude and hit him multiple times? Not that I feel like all bad that they did that...

And then Harold's the only one left. With Owen opposing.

But somehow, someway, he caught the ball.

And we won.

For the first time! I can only hope that this will stay the same!

No Lie!

Dear Journal,

So the pig wasn't lying.

I mean before, when he told me that he hadn't voted to get me out in the first episode.

Don't think I'm just feeling generous- I wanted proof. And well, that's exactly what I got.

Duncan- well, he's a freaking pain in the ass.

But, he made me say it- he's not a liar. (At least for now.)

His proof was this- The vote in his hand writing. Apparently, he paid Chris to see the votes that were cast on the first challenge.

Well, after digging through some trash, Duncan finally found it. His vote, written in his own chicken scratch-

Ezekiel

So it must be true... Duncan didn't lie.

I hate it when he's right.

One Thing In Common

Dear Journal,

That guy- Harold? Yeah, he's pissing me off.

He's friggin annoying! I hate the way he's always breathing over peoples shoulders- particularly mine.

Well, there's one thing me and Duncan seem to both agree on.

Harold is a freak.

That's Bull

Dear Journal,

I don't understand why Duncan has to tease me so much.

It's been a very quiet time since he stayed up for the awake-a-thon. I guess he's not tired anymore.

That's bullshit. I don't like to cuss, but that's what it is. I was enjoying the shutting of his mouth for a little while.

Just hope he can keep it closed for tomorrow too.

Weird Sayings

Dear Journal,

I've made it this far in the competition, which is pretty great. Especially considering I had a huge chance of getting voted off the first challenge.

People sorta like me. That's a good thing.

But I have to impress them, since its challenge day. I have to give them a reason to keep me here, but not make them think I will beat them all and get them voted off.

I thought this would be easy, but of course, I'm wrong. Never judge a reality show by the cover, because the cover might say it's a five star hotel and it really is a stupid summer camp that is really, really crappy.

That's a weird saying, but the bad thing is it's true.

Blow Them Away With The String And Bow

Dear Journal,

Finally, a challenge I can literally excel in!

Chris woke us up not as early as usual, but still early. I saw that guy Trent save Gwen a seat, which I thought was really sweet. I think she likes him too, considering that she is following along.

So then, Chris announces that our next challenge will be a talent contest!

I brought my violin, which I have been playing for almost twelve years now. This is my chance to show the team that they need me, and to keep from being voted off. Now all I have to do is blow them away with my music, and then we will be ready.

Right now we have to go and pick our three people to be in the talents show, and I already know I'm one of them. This is going to be great!

Talent Show or Talentless?

Dear Journal,

Wow.

I think I just saw some of the worst performances ever.

First Sadie and Katie were dancing... at least I think it was a dance. It look more like they were breaking a few bones or something.

Tyler did some yo-yo tricks, which were kinda cool at first. It stopped being cool though when he got caught up in his own yo-yo. Then he disappeared for awhile. I'm pretty sure he was with that gopher girl again, but I didn't care anymore. I want for people to like me, not to despise me.

DJ did some... ribbon twirling, which everyone clapped at, but didn't seem so impressive to me. My violin beat it by a mile. But since everyone liked it so much, I let him be in.

I don't really think standing on your hands for twenty minutes is much of a talent, so Bridgette wasn't in.

Harold then came on stage, took a deep breath, and I just called him out right there. I mean really, what the heck was he going to do?

Geoff did some cool skateboarding tricks though, so he was definitely one of the contestants.

When I asked Duncan what his was, he said he could carve a skull into a tree.

...

I kinda just walked away after that.

When we announced that Geoff, DJ and I would be the ones on stage, Geoff talked about how he was going to be on TV. I've got to wonder if he actually has a brain or not, because I see no proof of one being there.

So now we just practice. I've got to go get my violin quick and tune it. This is going to go so well, as long as everything goes as planned.

But then again, does anything ever happen that way?

Frustrated, Aggravated and… Perturbed!

Dear Journal,

I'm so mad. Frustrated, angry, aggravated, and… perturbed! But overall, I'm upset. Upset that I'm on the verge of tears.

Everything was going so well! I was practicing my violin, and everyone seemed at ease. But then Bridgette started doing her handstand thing, which I didn't pay much attention to. And then the next thing I knew, I was blacking out. It was so creepy; I don't even remember the pain.

When I woke up, I was in an open tent, like a nurse's office or something. My head was pounding really hard, and then I jumped when I turned to see Duncan sleeping in a chair beside the little conveyer.

Finally Chef Hatchet- in a nurse's uniform (gag) - came to explain to me what had happen. I asked why Duncan was there.

I have to admit, it was really sweet of him to carry me down there and stay by my side the whole time. At least I know he has some good in him.

That doesn't mean I like him. No, I am just thankful for that little offer of kindness. Yeah, Thankful. That sounds about right.

The bad news- I can't play my violin now. Because it's broke. My violin, which I've had for so long, that cost me so much money, broken, beyond repair. I really should be mad at Bridgette, but I can't find the nerve to do so. Bridgette's just too nice. Damn her.

I'm still upset though. Upset that I'm hurt, my violin is broken, and that there's no way were going to win this challenge.

I was right before. Nothing ever goes as planned.

Losing And Ballet Sucks

Dear Journal,

The challenge is about to start. I'm really scared right now…

Also, I saw the Screaming Gophers practicing. They have Trent playing guitar, which he's absolutely great at, which is totally awful for us. Justin is… being incredibly HOT, which is sure to score them major points. And then Heather… I don't really know about her. She doing ballet, I think.

I don't like ballet. My mom made me take it for a year, and I hated it. The teacher had this big freaking mole!...

Okay, forget I said that. Anyway, there's no way were winning. Just no way. Technically, it's already over. They already won, and we already lost.

I hate losing. God, do I hate losing!

And ballet!