Dear Journal;

This is the start of your redundant journal life, I hate sharing or showing emotions but as you can('t) tell, your a journal.

you can't tell anyone anything even if you wanted too.

the only reason I'm writing this is because I owe something to my sister Dawn, so let me be blunt Mr. Journal I hate you if you can change this then I will drop my pride and give you a name. However Mr. Journal, you are a journal and cannot understand my intelligent mind so don't even try. ha.

in any case I did not come here for the soul purpose of chastising you, Mr. Journal. So let me begin, it started when Libby called Dawn, Cassie and me over to her house...

Libby opened the door with a grin that promised she had another experiment in store for us (you see Mr. Journal, this is a common occurrence. And no, you are absolutely not allowed to judge my taste in friends I bet the pens in the drawer you live in hate you.)  She then took us down to her basement, you see Mr. Journal I have always believed her basement is haunted, but would she let me practice my exorcist skills on it?(stop. Mr. Journal, that is a rhetorical question. binder for brains. now let me continue my story.) of course she didn't, she would probably think that the ghosts would make perfect test subjects or something -sigh- (yes Mr. Journal, I did write what I did, you can't see my face how else am I supposed to do this? hmm? ... I thought so.) then when we were at her *cough* haunted *cough* basement she had a tray of tofu set up on a metal plate with these weird wires connected to it, I don't understand how her dad allows it... she then had a charge-y thing that she flipped and the tofu started heating up and... bubbling... it wasn't natural Mr. Journal, Please forgive my pauses. I am still processing the events leading up to- WAIT Mr. Journal! were you trying to trick me into giving spoilers?! I am so not going to draw on you anymore, you're a bad Mr. Journal.

well, I am being interrupted so let me just ignore you.

so, first the bubbling started, that was when Dawn said something about explosions or something, but then she said 'fine, if your going to do that then I dare someone to eat it!' and that triggered it. I immediately wanted to save myself of course, (don't blame me Mr. Journal, you don't even have a subconscious. You could not possibly understand anything.) so I said that Libby should try it because she was the one that made it. perfect logic, I know Mr. Journal. besides, before you jump to conclusions I have seen her drink milk, mustard and olive oil together (A/N: true story~) and aside from her pounding the table with her fist and her eyes watering enough that she looked like she was crying, she was perfectly fine... Shut up Mr. Journal, you too subconscious.

so, being the person Libby is...

... she ate it.

at first nothing happened, sadly our hopes were set too high.

she started cringing from the taste, I still don't understand how heat affected the taste but who knows what Libby did to it...

so I shall write this as evidence seeing as you are not aware Mr. Journal, I am currently writing this in Libby's room and Dawn is now yelling at me to help with 'containing' Libby, it is 9:33 PM and we are having a sleep over. Any ways you probably don't understand normal things like that Mr. Journal

here are Libby's phases;

8:00 PM; ingested 'tofu'

8:17 PM; started being really giggly (Cassie made a strange face at Libby cackling after she said 'poop')

8:39 PM; she started acting like a cat and staring at the wall (until Cassie slapped her on the face, which is Cassie's solution to everything, violence.)

(now) 9:00 PM; Libby is acting like she put mountain dew, coffee and twenty tablespoons of sugar in a large cup and drank it; so far she has...

-engaged herself to the toilet (she invited everyone, even the forks, spoons and carpets.)

-made a song about chickens (Mr. Journal, did you know she has pet chickens? of course you didn't.)

-wed herself to the toilet (don't worry Mr. Journal, I recorded it.)

-tried to adopt a baby lemur online (Cassie stopped her, its a shame Mr. Journal I wanted to name him Jerry)

-pretended to be a firefighter (no harm came of that... I mourn the lost opportunity.)

and now she is searching for her father's alcohol so she can do some sort of magic to turn everyone into cats, I kinda hope she succeeds. but then how would I talk to you Mr. Journal? I wouldn't, too bad you can't feel emotions Mr. Journal. you might be more interesting that way.

Well Mr. Journal, that is all that happened today, Libby just collapsed and I'm going to sleep now, Dawn said something about 'helping with the sleeping lump' I'm too tired to understand.

Good night Mr. Journal~

-Aurora