Yesterday, we found a ton of rusty-nail-studded lumber for our radical fort. Henry said we should use them to make a new kitchen, but I'd rather build stinkbombapults. We're putting it to a vote before the tribunal next week.

My dad's trying to get me into remixing Quidditch cards, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be upcycling weird vintage postcards.