[The first part of the entry is not in Sharpie; Casey's simply gone over the words a few times, carefully, to darken the lines. The latter is in her regular handwriting.]

Audra. Guy dressed as Chamber Decibel. Shit. Troy! Creepy g Guy in the Superman shirt and cheesy plastic glasses.

Where the hell are you guys? I'm outside the Zombie ( Read more... )

Delilah. Are you still training for American Gladiators?

[There are signs that Casey tried to private this entry, but the writing is rushed and sloppy and the attempt failed. Everyone can read, instead of just Cordelia, which was the original intent.]

Sweet Jesus, Cordelia, get on IM! Aaron tried to kiss me after school today. I crushed his feeble masculine pride! And you know, whatever, he'll get ( Read more... )

Hello. If you are a Hobbit, please comment on this entry. Thank you.

P.S.: Samwise Gamgee is a really unfortunate name. So is basically every other Hobbit name. I feel your pain, dudes. But look at it this way: your name could be Aragorn. And then, while the stubble is v. manly, you would never be as pretty as Legolas. Woe.

[Cordelia]Ahahahahahahaha ( Read more... )

It's New York City. Why is there no fire escape outside my window? I'm not Spider-Manning myself down the ledge to get to the one outside the Graham's window.

(Yeah, I know "Spider-Man" can't be used as a verb. Shut up. I'm doing it anyway.)

Someone: exit strategy, please? Fifth floor, no fire escape, overly watchful parents. They need to ( Read more... )

( Once upon a time I was bitten by a radioactive wildebeest, which gave me some righteous facial hair and a really nasty disposition, not to mention freaky dream-invading powers beyond the abilities of mortal man. I am ugly-dream-creeper-man! I am THE BEAST. )