Dear Diary,

I noticed the date was set wrong here for some reason. It's a day ahead. Today is only the 29th, not the 30th. Oh well. That just makes it more exciting. All of mine and Pierre's plans went perfectly. I won the bet about the old lady. He never gave me my ten dollars so I ran him over with a golf cart. He never woke up. I went to the viewing tonight. I had on black slacks, a pink shirt and an open black jacket over it. Man I looked good. No one seemed to care. They were crying about Pierre or something. I don't know. I don't pay attention to this crap. Kenneth wasn't there. He had to feed the farm animals. I think he just smokes weed. The only farm animal I've ever seen was the pig's head he has mounted on the mantle. He said it was his trophy shot. I think he just picked it up at Smith and Edward's. You can find anything there! I heard a famous quote in English class today. "If you truly want to find yourself, go get lost." I tried that. It doesn't work. I had Kenneth drop me off 50 miles away from anything. The middle of friggin nowhere. It was quite easy to find myself. I was there the whole time. What a stupid quote! So anyway, after I chewed off my pinkies out of hunger and tried to light a campfire which ended up burning down the entire countryside, I decided to just bag the whole thing and lie there and wait to die. I only made it about 17 minutes before I decided "screw that plan" because I was bored out of my skull. So I stood up and looked around. I hadn't gone anywhere. So I was still fifty miles from anything. That's when I noticed the truck stop located conveniently 50 feet away from my location. I went nad (Ha ha! I spelled nad!) AND used the payphone and told my mommy to come get me. The workers there weren't very nice to me. I guess my "campfire" burned down half the building. But at least I didn't burn the candy machines! All the people stopping by tried to give me a ride to the mental hospital. They said they had watched me the entire freakin time. Their favorite part was when I decided to go commando to really get a feel for the environment. So my mommy picked me up and grounded me. So I guess I will have to find myself at my house. It's still a stupid game. Whoever created it was a moron for thinking some poor loser would fall for this crap. I know I fell for it, but come on. Just look at me. Of course I'm gonna fall for that crap! Anyway tomorrow Kenneth and I have to go to Pierre's funeral. We're paulbearers and we're gonna see if we can sneak a stinkbomb into the casket before it's sealed! Ha ha! Won't that be great! Then we'll probably never be allowed at the mortuary and have to spend a night in jail, but hey, It's what Pierre would have wanted.

Dear diary,

I took some laxatives along with my Prozac. I can't get off the john but I feel good about it. After I finish I plan to ask the elderly lady down the street a very personal question (Like if she has any tampons I could borrow) and see if she chases me. If she does, my friend Pierre (who will be hiding in the bushes) will document how fast her electric wheelchair can really go. If she makes it over 15, I win 10 dollars! Then we will surf the internet and most likely get into mischeif and hack into secret confessions so we can laugh hysterically when we find out what Jenny down the block has been up to. Then we will meet up with Kenneth and for for our powerwalk. We will powerwalk to Smith's and try not to get stuck in the blood pressure machine this time. But if we do, it will give us an excuse to destroy it. I have always had this BURNING DESIRE to destroy one of those. Just to see what happens. The pharmacists will try to take us down but there are nothing but a bunch of old ladies working there so we should be able to take them down with a few punches. Then if we make it out before the whole building goes up in flames and fiery explosions (It's amazing what results you get when you mix some pop rocks, lighter fluid and alka seltzer) we will head across the street and see if the bank will give us any money out of pity. If not, we'll sexually solicit anyone who wishes for our service. Of course no one will (except maybe Griffin but that's just torture) so we will go home and think up another diabolical scheme for tomorrow! Well, my laxatives just wore off, so I had better go take some more. This time I'll take some viagra and see what results I get.