Dear Puck, A JOURNAL by Lake (Updates Whenever!)

[yoohoo]

AAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HIGH FIVE DAY NEEDS TO COME SOONIEIER!!! (Whoa! Biggie capitalizationiefiediness! (OMG! i made up a word! I IZ SOOOZ PROWDNEZZ!LOL)I BE SOOOO BORED!) *face-keypad* BLEECCKK!!! I NEED TI START PREPARING FOR HIGH-FIVEYNESS!!! Lol! I willz be to go doing thatz right now! *Face-keyboard again* I AM A DISGRACE TO THE GRAMMATICAL WORLD!!!!!!!!!!! Weeelllz... i just wantsed to say that YOU CAN ADD ME TO YOUR STALKER LIST NOW!!!!!!!! YAYINGINEZZ! Don't stop posting on this thingie! I LOVEZ IT!!! I is hyper!

[WhiteVial]

Dear Puck,

I had the worst day in the history of the worst day in the history of the universe/galazy thing.
That's pretty darn bad.
Alright, first off, Cami, Sio, and Artemis weren't at school today. Aparently, Cami was out of town, Sio had a slight fever, and Artemis had to go to a very long funeral.
AND THEY DIDN'T TELL MEH!
I mean, aren't friends supposed to tell other friends about their emotional problems?
No?
Dang. I thought I was right. Anyway, I got a friggin D on my science test. So now I havez detention. Yay for meh. After that, Mr. Print was going through one of those super emo moments and got really pissed at me just because I did a hard problem incorrectly. So I have detention after the one today. In gym, we did volleyball, which really sucks because I have horrible aim and though I hit very hard (mwahaha) I missed the ball when it came to me. So that's all nice and dandy.
Oh, I forgot to mention I have a 10-page essay on an advanced level book we read in Howl Arts, 4 pages of math homework for Mr. Print, and I have to study for a big final on a unit we're doing in science.
Wooo-hoooo.
Oh, and Savage wasn't at school either!
The thing that wierded me out is that Silk came up to me and started talking about grades. Like she never attempted to kill me.
CREEPY.
So when I came home Polkadot Bear and Clockwork were TICKED. They were both 23 shades of red and Clockwork held my test grades in his hands. Gawd, it's like the second I get a grade Clockwork prints it out and then finds some way to yell at me.

"WHY do you have a D on your science test?" Polkadot Bear asked, quite loudly. "I thought you said you studied!"

"As hard as I could." I said casually. "But I guess my science teacher doesn't think so."

"Lake, we really need you to get good grades. Right now you have an F in your science class."

Gulp.
And look at that...now I'm grounded.

Gawd, is there any light to this?
Oh, wait, yes there is.

NATIONAL HIGH-FIVE DAY IS IN 2 DAYS!!!
I'm going to make posters and everything and a custom T-Shirt...which I will draw a picture of in this journal because it will be so epical.

Okay, well now I need to go feel guilty in my boring room, doing my stupid, stupid homework, and planning what to do in boring, boring detention.

Good bye, Puck.

[unit 01]

I made my own journal for my pet, Cocoa. ( The dog in my siggy ) viewtopic.php?f=57&t=521390

[WhiteVial]

Scar Wolf- Sure! Go ahead! Mail me the link when you post it.

*Maydog*- I'll check it out =)

[WhiteVial]

(Hello...
wellz I have decided that Puck needs an icon. Do you not agree? If you would contribute ideas I will use my awesome magical Nursey magic to create an epical icon thingy you can put in your siggy mah bobber.)

Dear Puck,

It's...the...WEEKEND!!!!
*(:^D
Yes that is a little smiley face guy with one of those cute little snow hats with a poof at the top.
I shallz call him...
Ovenroastedchickenwithcountryvegetablesinareducedhoneydijonglazeoverlonggrainwhiterice...but he shall be Steve for short.
*(:^D
Tee hee there's Steve again. Okay, so...serious buisness news here, Puck. Put on your serious face (well I guess since you're a diary journal you only have covers...therefore you can only have a serious "cover." Which you do not, because you are merely a boring black composition notebook that I have vigourosly doodled on) and let me speak my beautiful message.
My mom adopted today.
It's a girl.
From Ireland.
Yaaaa. I mean, it's cool, like, that's she's from another country and stuff, but half of the time I can't even understand what Irish wolves are saying. I like British accents better. Harry Potter...
Blahbegbloobloobleh...
So for some reason mom didn't bring her home today. I wonder why.
Meh.
I just hope it's not a Cami-sister.
THAT would be bad.
So.
You may have noticed I have not said anything about National High-Five Day. Wellz that is because my brain was being a turd and I misread the stupid calender.
It's actually the 22 of April.
So that sucks.

Sorry for the short entry, I was bored and I felt in need to write in you. So now I leave you with this very top secret uber important self-destructive message:

*(:^D

This message will self-destruct in 5 seconds.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
...
Darn.
You didn't blow up, Puck.
I am now mad at you.
I will make very dark indents in your pages and it will hurt very badly and then I will laugh at you like mwahahaha evil Lake!

*sigh*

Meh.

Bye, journal I am mad at.
a.k.a. Ovenroastedchickenwithcountryvegetablesinareducedhoneydijonglazeoverlonggrainwhiterice....
Whoops!
That was Steve. I will not show him again because you will blow up and Polkadot Bear will make me pick up all your gross burnt paper peices.
But dat vil not happen...

Okay.

Bye (for real this time), Puck.

[di-stri]

nice....

[unit 01]

lol. Steve.

[Soruc]

N..National h...hi... hi five day is on the 22nd? BUT I CELEBRATED ON THE 15TH. WAH. Good thing I didn't celebrate excessively. Yayz.

[WhiteVial]

Ish fine. I'm going to make a page about it so you can go full-out crazy. But whatevs. NHFD has 2 celebration days.

[WhiteVial]

Dear Puck,

I am a papaya with a secret lab that is in a drawer. You must take two floors down before getting into an awesome elavator with an emo person and battle him until he randomly yells 'B-b-b-bird bird bird!' then you will do a dressage move to get to the awesome lab while singing the Harry Potter song...

I wonder if my random imagination moments are due to the allergy pills I'm taking. For some reason, every time I think of them, my brain goes all fuzzy and I suddunley can vividly see Cami in a mango suit with maracas and a huge sombreo thingy singing the body parts in Spanish really horribly.
But that's Cami we're talking about.
Of course it's easy to imagine.
But Polkadot Bear is freaking out about it.
Oh, speaking of Polkadot Bear, she told me my future Irish sister person (read: wolf) is coming in 2 days. Did she have some wierd clear fluid coming out of her nose and the doctor people in Ireland with the wierd but cool accents had to give her medicine and it turned out she had some wierd diesease where clear fluid comes out of your nose?!
BECAUSE THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE!
RAWR!
Tee hee. Spaaaazzz mommmennntttaaa!
Gawd something is wrong with me.
I think I'm now the equivilant of 2 Camis.
And that's not a good thing, because two Camis means bashing a ton of glass and wierding people out because you somehow don't get seriously hurt.
Ah! There it is again!
I'm going to sue those doctor wolf things that gave me this retard medicine.
I'll be all,

"AHEM! You gave me this wierd medicine and now I'm being a random spazz in my journal!"

Then they'll be all (in a very proffesional voice),

"We're sorry ma'am but you need to be on it for another month."

"OH YEAH? Well then you'll have to go to my secret lab where you must take two floors down before getting into an awesome elavator with an emo person and battle him until he randomly yells 'B-b-b-bird bird bird!' then you will do a dressage move to get to the awesome lab while singing the Harry Potter song! Then I'll chain you up and you will take this stupid medicine!"

Naw, just kidding.
I'm not that mental.
*Sideways glance*
*Sideways glance*
Don't judge me!

Well this was a failed attempt at a normal journal entry. Whatever. I will not take the pill next time I write in you.

Bye, papaya Puck laberatory thingy!

(Gah...)