Mom kept pestering me to sweep the rabbit hutch while I was playing Zombie Galaxy 10 today. I tried to tell her I was in the middle of a boss fight, but she made me do it anyway. She said "Nothing ventured, would you do it, too?" I have no idea what she's talking about when she says stuff like that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of expired yogurt for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Charlie told one about a ghost named Lucien who haunted the guy who stole his ecru lower back. Hank was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally wicked.