It must be real exciting to get to fight ogres and monsters all the time! I've only ever seen one ogre -- Mr. Thornton, my Geography teacher. He's got a big pot belly and snaggly teeth and hair growing out of his ears and he's real grumpy all the time, so I'm pretty sure he's an ogre. He made me stay after class and scour the blackboard because I couldn't remember the name of some dumb river. If you're ever in town, I'll find out where he lives so you can hit him with your sword. That'll teach him! Ha ha ha, see what I did there?

My dad's trying to get me into sketching model trains, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be braiding weird vintage postcards.

Today Wally Jones invited me over to his house after school. He's kind of a strange kid and we've never really been friends, but we've been classmates for like forever, so I went. They had this weird brown carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled cucumbers. I looked at his collection of lace doilies and we played a little Mass Hill 7, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.