Day #2: (that's an odd thing to specify...)
Art built a small funeral pyre (he told me its what the Nazi's used to burn bodies during the Holocaust), and we set Dad's body on it.
Day #5: (at least he is taking showers!)
She hasn't bathed in days and she smells really bad. I know that's horrible to say about my mother, but its true! At least I am taking showers.
Day #6: (stupid sexy zombies)
Oddly enough, I saw my PE teacher, and the cute girl from my English class snacking on what looked like road kill. Is it sad that I checked out her ass? I think it was just a reflex to how I look at most cute girls. Regardless of how good her butt looked, I still avoided them like the plague.
Day #9: (mom takes his gun away and he's happy about it)
She found my gun too. She wasn't as pissed as I thought, but she took it away because she thinks I'll hurt myself with it. I'm not pissed off that she took the gun either. In fact, it makes me happy that she was able to muster up enough emotion to yell at me for it.
Day #10: (he passes the time reading crappy fanfiction)
To pass the time, I started reading Mom's copy of the Twilight book today. Got about 100 pages in and nothing is happening.
Day #10: (he eats dog food)
I think beets taste like piss, so I gave them to mom, while I ate the dog food. I couldn't risk Mom seeing me eat the dog food, so I hid in the garage and wolfed down the gravy filled bits as fast as I could.
Day #11: (mom is disappointed that he eats dog food)
Mom found the cans of dog food, and she didn't take it well. She began to cry and blame herself for it. I tried to tell her that it's ok, but she just wouldn't listen. She spent all night sobbing in her room.
Day #11: (what did he mean by this?)
Dad was never a boy scout, or a survivalist, but he was really good at figuring things out. I wish he was here to tell me how to "figure out" Mom,
Day #12: (mom minecrafts herself)
...Mom killed herself last night... She came in my room, kissed & hugged me, told me she loved me, went back in her room, closed the door, and then I heard the gunshot.
Day #26: (he hates kids...!?)
Babysitting fucking sucks! I don't mind looking after the middle school aged kids (at least they play Pokemon), but I hate 2 year olds! I can’t stand the crying and the fussing. I really hope I wasn't like this when I was a kid. If I was, I can't understand why Mom didn’t drown me the moment I made noise.
Day #26: (WAIT A SECOND! WHAT!?)
She said that if it bothers me that much, I'll be a good father...and then she tried to introduce me to her sister Emily. Emily is 14, really really really religious, and smells funny. I know that sounds horrible to say, but she just has this odor about her that I can't put my finger on. I get that people are going to want to start repopulating as soon as they can, but I don't want to lose my virginity to a girl that just wants me to give her a baby. Nope.
Day #27: (he is encouraged to go after a 14 year-old girl)
Emily was watching my practice with my bow today. She’s been smiling at me all weird like from a distance. Lucy says she has a crush on me and keeps trying to get me to talk to her.
Day #28: (Frog is a weird guy)
Frog took me out and taught me the basics of driving a stick. He made the joke "if you can masturbate, you can drive a manual transmission"... Something to do with the gear shift looking like a penis. Frog is a weird guy.
Day #30: (he corrupts the 14 year-old girl with his Pokemon cards)
Emily came by and watched me for a while. So I invited her to play a game with us. She had never played the trading card version of the game before, so I taught her. It was weird how fascinated she was with how the game worked. She had always been told that card games were "the Devil's work", and that they always led to gambling and bad deeds. I explained to her that these kind of card games aren't evil, and they are fun. And after about 30 minutes of training she was a regular Pokemon Master.
Day #30: (Chris Hansen starts to get really interested in this)
Before parting ways tonight, I asked Emily to say a prayer for my Mom and Dad. She said ok, and then kissed me on the cheek before leaving. That was the first time I'd been kissed by a girl since I played spin the bottle at Megan Falstead's party two years ago. It felt good... But this doesn't mean that her and I are going out or anything.
Day #31: (the pastor uses the 14 15 year-old girl to try and trick him into staying)
He even used Emily against me. He had her come to me and talk to me about accepting Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. He used a 15 year old girl to trick me in to staying here.
Day #33: (Chris Hansen is in pursuit)
Maybe Emily will come with me? Its not like I like her as anything more than a friend or anything, but she can cook, clean, sew, and do things that I can't. Besides, I think it would do her good to get away from Tim and his brand of craziness. I'll have to think more about this.
Day #48: (he fights a 10 year-old girl for crappy fanfiction)
So to help us all pass the time, they brought us a bunch of books from a library in town. Ironically, the book I picked was New Moon...and I had to fight a 10 year old girl to get it. My life sucks...
Day #52: (fat camp sucks + an amusing Freudian slip)
We all got up, put on our sweat suits, and ran down to the hard for exercise. 100 jumping jacks, and 100 sit ups were the required number to get us breakfast. He said that this is the new morning routine and to get used to it. I FUCKING HATE SIT UPS!
Day #54: (he makes friends with Jim)
I made a new friend. His name is Jim, and he's 17 like me. Well not just like me. He turns 18 next week, when I turn 18 in 3 weeks.
Day #58: (he and Jim try to score with some chicks)
On our way out we came across a pair of cute girls sitting at a table and reading. Jim hit me in the arm and said "Follow my lead", and he walked over to the ladies to introduce us. At first they were non-responsive, but then I saw that the blonde one was reading Hit & Run, another R.L. Stine book. I commented that I was just catching up on the Goosebumps collection, and she laughed. She invited us to sit down and join her and her friend at the table.
Day #59: (he's a virgin and Jim's a chad, part 1)
We could hear Jim and Elizabeth in the other room. We weren't sure what they were doing, but we could hear them giggling and then it would go really silent. At this point I was one side of the couch and she was all the way on the other. I thought back to every romantic movie I had ever seen, and what they did in these moments. I tried to scoot closer to her on the couch, and she responded by moving to the arm of couch.
Day #59: (he cockblocks Jim)
I hate what I did next. I had to cockblock Jim. I got up from the couch, thanked Tara for having us over, and then I got Jim from the other room. He and Elizabeth were snuggled up and making out. I felt like such a jerk when I told him we had to leave. He tried to protest, but he came with. He kissed her goodbye and we left the house. As we got outside, he punched me in the arm, hard, and yelled at me for that. I apologized and then I told him what happened with Tara. He laughed and said that I couldn't "close the deal".
Day #60: (couldn't resist the reference, huh Matt?)
When I got back to my bunk, Jim asked me what happened. I just said "He's dead Jim".
Day #62: (he's a virgin and Jim's a chad, part 2)
When it was time to go, Tara kissed me goodbye and told me she'd see me tomorrow before I left. I went back to my bunk with the biggest smile on my face. Jim's smile was even bigger. I didn't need to ask what happened between him and Elizabeth.