Dear Nincompoop: The Journal Of Sherlock.

[bubiza]

Pounds - The currency in the UK.
Pesos - The currency in Argentina
Euros - The currency in almost all European countires, except the UK, Norway and a few others. And right now, it's failing really badly and everybody in Europe is going through a rescission. Especially in Greece, Ireland, Italy and Spain.
Currency - Money. Example: Dollars, Pounds, Euros.

Sorry if I confuzzle you, but I come from the UK, so I naturally use British words and currencies, whereas most people on CS are American, Australian or from New Zealand.

[sodafarts]

Oooooh, thanks ^^ yeah, I'm from America, so I didn't understand it at first :3

[bubiza]

Oooooh, thanks ^^ yeah, I'm from America, so I didn't understand it at first :3

Glad I could help. More shall be coming soon.

[sodafarts]

I will be waiting riiiiight heeeere..... O.O

[Nonexsitent]

write moar pwease

[bubiza]

Dear Nincompoop,
Today was this Melanie's party. I tried to get myself out of going, but Watson was all like, "I'd do anything for you, Sherlock, and you know that."
He was right. So I went to this party. It turned out that Melanie wasn't randomly hosting a party, but her little sister was having a birthday party with all of her friends.
This is Melanie:


And this is Melanie's little sister, Amber:


There were also all of these little kids, screaming and running around and pretending to be ponies and princesses. Melanie came into the room, carrying these glasses.
"Hiya!" she said, in some friendly tone, "Thanks for coming. There's others who will be here as well." We sat on her sofa and did nothing for a bit, except watch all the little kids running around. Then Diesel and Angie went outside to see what all the fuss was about, and it turned out there was this awesome bouncy castle/ slide thing, a swimming pool, and this extra building at the bottom of the garden. So we went down the slide for a bit, then bombed into the swimming pool with our clothes on. It turned out the extra building was in fact a soft play area, so we went in there and had a ball fight in the ball pit. But then the manager spotted me and Diesel, so we got kicked out since we were too tall. Throughout my life, I have always been small. But now, all of a sudden, I'm too tall.
Life is not fair. There are never enough cheese-coated nachos when I go to the cinema. Somebody should go and make life fair.

We went back to this Melanie's house, where we had a buffet. I can't believe little kids don't like chicken nuggets. I had about twenty. Angie had about thirty and Diesel had about forty. Watson had three, and kept glaring at me. See what I mean about people getting really annoyed if you get more than three bits of food? Diesel might have well done the entertainment, since they were all fascinated by him throwing chicken nugget after chicken nugget into his mouth. Once they all left, this guy who was about the same age as us came downstairs.
"Are they gone?" he asked.
"Yes, Dylan." she replied. "Guys, this is my brother Dylan."
This is Dylan:


"Good." he snapped. "Got any chicken nuggets left?"
"Um... Diesel ate them all." Melanie muttered. Dylan deathglared at Diesel, who awkwardly smiled at him.
"Well, what do you expect me to eat? Thin air?"
"Just get something from the fridge, alright? I don't want you causing trouble at the party."
After a while, loads of dogs started coming through the door for this party Melanie was holding. She seemed to be really popular. So did Watson. Diesel was fitting in fine, doing party tricks and showing off. Even Angie was going around, talking to people.
I just sat on the couch alone, doing nothing. Melanie's Mum went upstairs, and Dylan came down. He sat next to me, folding his arms.
"Stupid party..." he muttered, before turning to me. "I suppose you're having fun."
"Actually, I'm not. I hate parties." I replied.
"Then why are you here?"
"My brother forced me to. There's much better things to be doing than socializing."
"I know."
We spent pretty much the whole party talking to each other. Dylan goes to the posh school down the road, after getting a scholarship. Melanie used to go as well, but didn't like it, so went to our school instead. I'm sure the posh school is much better than our school. I bet their teachers aren't idiots. But the only downside is that they have to wear a uniform.
After the party, me and Watson walked back home. Angie and Diesel went home together, along with about five other people.
"So, did you have fun?" Watson asked.
"Not really."
"But you were talking to Dylan. You looked like you were enjoying yourself."
"Because I had nothing better to do." Why do so many people like the idea of fun? Fun and joy and rainbow ponies and parties.
Blegh. I mean, seriously?
I better get going now, Nincompoop.
From,
Sherlock.

[honeybug]

DYLAN! OMG OMG DYLAN! I wanted to go into that story and just give him this huge hug and tell him he's epic and that I've missed him. loljk.

[sodafarts]

But isn't Diesel a veggie, or did he give that up? O.o

[bubiza]

But isn't Diesel a veggie, or did he give that up? O.o

Diesel is a veggie who eats chicken nuggets. My friend is the same. U.U
More coming later.

[Nonexsitent]

Sherlock iz so funny (I hate parties too, it's so freaky when loads of people are in the same place and you just want to shrivel up and die) Write more when you have time I love this story ^.^