We had some guy from the college come today and talk about pledging Eta Rho Omicron, 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 Timmy Sandoval had stuck up for me. Whatever. I have friends! I've got you, anyway.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of soggy drywall for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Marky told one about a ghost named Vlad who haunted the guy who stole his aquamarine groin. Todd was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally awesome.