Tuesday, Setember 7th
First of all, I want to get something straight: this is a JOURNAL, not a diary. I know what it says on the cover when Mom went out to buy this thing I SPECIFICALLY said to make sure it didn't say "diary" on it. So don't expect me to be all "dear diry this" and "dear diray that".
All I need is for some jerk to catch me carrying this this around and get the wrong idea.
The other thing I want to clear up right away is how this was NOT my idea, it was Mom's.
The deal is that if I write in this book a little bit each day I get out of one chore on Saturdays, so of course I picked the one I hate most. But if Rodrick ever finds out he's scrubbing toilets because of this book, I'm dead.
Oh yeah Rodrick is my brother. I try to avoid him anyway but now that I struck this deal with Mom, I better be extra careful.
Anyway I think Mom has this idea I'm going to write down my "feelings" and all that, but she's not actually allowed to read it so I figure I'll just write what I want.
The real reason I agreed to do this at all is because I figure later on when I'm rich and famous I'll have better things to do than answer people's stupid questions all day long.