We had some guy from the college come today and talk about pledging Alpha Omicron Beta, the big fraternity over there. I said I had enough friends without buying any, which was pretty funny, until he said he could tell that wasn't true just looking at me. It would've been okay if my former best friend Henry Pate had stuck up for me. Whatever. I have friends! I've got you, anyway.

Yesterday I dared Henry Osborn to throw a rock at Old Mr. Des Moines's house. I didn't think he'd do it, but he totally did! The old man came running out in a dirty old bathrobe, waving his cane and yelling. I didn't really hear what he said because I was running too hard, but it sounded like "Arrrrgh blargle blargle blargle!" It was really scary, I thought he was gonna kill us! He isn't a very fast runner though.