Okay here's a small picture of what my hair looks like:


( And here's the email that made Uncle Pretty weird. )
It has to be from someone he knows if they know where we are but it's still weird how he's acting. And it's still weird how Uncle Teddy's acting too. And Vanilla Ice.

Come to think of it everyone's been pretty weird lately...

Got word on Jenny's Uncle, apparently he's doing okay but still coma-bound.

Told everyone here.

Alice and Chipmunk-Girl didn't seem to care, everyone else was happy.

Uncle Teddy's been real quiet today, it's weird.

Jenny? Uncle Pretty told me to give you a hug and to tell your family that everyone's best wishes are with you guys.

Alice is gonna be taking "speech lessons" for a while I think.

Someone emailed Uncle Pretty today and now he's acting kind of weird. I'll post the email later because it's more fun that way.

Still boring here.

Will post a picture of the blue soon too.

BORING.

I'm bored. Very bored.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

My hair is blue now. I wouldn't cut it so I had to dye it (It's a long story). And I have Emo Pants now. It feels weird stepping on them when I walk.

Uncle Pretty said I may have to start wearing eyeliner soon. This is so not fun.

The only thing that makes up for this? Is that Alice looks like a prep now. He has a polo shirt and khakis and Uncle Pretty's been trying to teach him how to talk. This is fun.

Speaking of Uncle Pretty he's been growing out his hair now. It's all fuzzy.

I slept some last night. Everyone was watching some movie and I fell asleep. I don't remember who I fell asleep on but I slept good.

I'm bored! Alice is having talking lessons right now so I can't bug him. Uncle Teddy is on Watch right now so I can't go talk to him either (And he isn't as scary as he sounds usually). I can't call Jenny cause her phone's always tapped and I don't know if she's online or anything.

I AM BORED!!!!!!

Long time no speak, huh?

We all moved again. It was kinda my fault. I went outside even though I wasn't supposed to and there was this cute little girl who was like maybe five at the oldest crying and bleeding down the road. She skinner her knees rollerskating (Where the hell were her parents?) so I picked her up and carried her to where she said her house was.

Those here who know me (Or know anyone I'm living with now) know what a stupid thing that was for me to do.

We're now somewhere else and it took a few days for Uncle Pretty to fix up the internet again. Something about satellite cards and IP signals and bouncing and stuff.

Sperm Donor didn't yell at me. He actually said he was proud that I helped the little girl. It's weird how happy that made me.

Puppy Guy really does have a girlfriend, I know this because she's living with us now.

The new place has two bedrooms.

Puppy Guy and Chipmunk Girl (She's cute in a "pinch-your cheeks" kind of way) have one room and Uncle Teddy has been "given" the other one.

Me, Vanilla Ice, Sperm Donor, Uncle Pretty and Not-Benji are all sharing the living room.

I have not slept in like four days and it's all Vanilla Ice's fault. He totally poisoned my brain. I've seen Sperm Donor and Uncle Pretty sleep before but ever since that idiot started talking I've been slowly losing my mind.

I heard about your Uncle on the news Jenny, how's your family holding up?

Uncle Teddy (Formerly a bunch of different names) is sleeping right now.

I'm ignoring the fact that it's almost two in the afternoon because him and Not-Benji were yelling at each other from the bathroom and another room all night long.

As a result the house has been taken over by zombies.

Between Sperm Donor and Uncle Teddy I don't think the zombies stand a chance really.

And the yelling may have been my fault. Not-Benji might have accidently gotten Uncle Pretty's chicken last night (Which I made special for him with dish soap) after Uncle Teddy cooked.

Did you know that eating dish soap gives you really bad dirrhea?

No one ever did go the the grocery store yet.

Just finished watching the movie Hostage.

...Only Jenny and maybe two other people here will understand just how funny that is.

Guy I'm Not Supposed To Talk To is now known as Creepy Hot Guy I'm Not Supposed To Talk To.

Sperm Donor stabbed Vanilla Ice during dinner tonight. Alice reached for the last piece of meat and got stabbed in the hand with a fork.

It was the best thing I'd ever seen!

I talked to the guy I'm not supposed to talk to last night. I can't tell you a single thing either one of us said though because I spent the entire hour and change trying not to crap myself. I am proud to say that I succeeded.

There's still no toilet paper and I had to use napkins this morning. That was gross. (And not actually relating to the above comment except that it reminded me of it.)

Even grosser? I hid all the napkins afterwards. There have been varying cries for help all day.

Uncle Pretty said we need to go shopping tomorrow. And by "we" he means Man-I-Can't-Call-Benji and Puppy-Guy. He told them to go ahead and call people racist all they want, and to have as much fun doing it as they can. You'd get that if you knew us. Maybe.

Alice is crying like a little girl because he's a big 'mo and now he can't jack-off on his own tonight. I offered to help but I don't think Sperm Donor thought that was funny. I thought it was funny. Uncle Teddy Guy I'm Not Allowed To Talk To said something he shouldn't have and now he's tied to a toilet in a bathroom.

Jenny? You out there? *Kicks you in the shins*

I have a new icon, like it?

I'm making Vanilla Ice his icons now.

He's completely in love with Eminem. He's currently yelling over my shoulder that he isn';y twehop';nlm f
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Sorry about that, bastard tried to grab my laptop.

He's making me type that he "ain't no dick-licker" and "loves him some big titties."

I think I just threw up a little.

Besides. He keeps staring at Uncle Pretty. What is it with everyone and him?

This entire place has gone through an economy pack of toilet paper, that's thirty roles, in two days. I'm almost positive no one here has diarrhea or gets a period so I think they're all trying to make swords out of the wet toilet paper or something.

Still not emo.

Vanilla Ice is gone now. But he still loves the cock!

Vanilla Ice got himself a journal, aint_no_alice.

He told me to fix it so it "didn't look all jacked up."

That'll teach him to call me names.

Long time no see.

...Lots of things have happened since the last time I wrote in this.

I... I moved. And my uncle is still a fucking moron. And the sperm donor is back in my life again and I managed to get used to call him Dad real quick.

I went and stayed with my Aunt V for a while after... Everything happened.

I'm staying with the sperm donor dad and my uncle and some of their... friends/roommates.

Man-I-can't-call-Benji seems okay but he's got a rod shoved real far up his ass, even worse than Adrian does. Did.

The not-Mexican puppy-guy talks a lot but seems cool. He has a fiancee on her way here but I think he likes my uncle. Either that or he's just really friendly. Both could be true.

Old-Guy was here for a few hours when I got here but left real quick to go see his daughter I think.

Guy-I'm-Not-Allowed-To-Talk-To is... creepy. He calls me... not by my name. Sperm donor threatened to cut off his man-parts.

Vanilla Ice (Not the real one) is white. Kinda annoying but fun to watch.

My uncle is now called "Uncle Pretty" because he makes weird noises when I call him that.

Haven't talked to Hayden since I moved.

Pretty sure we're broken up now.

Guy-I'm-Not-Allowed-To-Talk-To is apparently a Very. Bad. Person.

Vanilla Ice caught me staring at him this morning (He can't talk right and he listens to rap but he's nice to look at) and called me an "Alice."

I punched him in the face and I think I knocked one of his teeth loose. My uncle Uncle Pretty's been laughing at him all day and Vanilla Ice can't chew now.

Guy-I'm-Not-Allowed-To-Talk-To sings at night.

I have to go pee. I'm the only one in the house who can't pee with the door open.