12:30 a.m.

I am in my room, crying on my pillow. That Georgia Nicolson is the whole cause of this mess. I really dislike her.

12:35 a.m.

I didn't say "hate" because that would be stooping to her boyfriend stealing, dirty level. So, I only dislike her.

12:37 a.m.

I hate her.

10:12 a.m.

The reason I'm upset with her is because (obviously) she stole my boyfriend Robbie. Why, may I ask, why would he choose her over me? She has a nose like someone stuck a watermelon on her face and there was no glue remover in the world that could have taken it off.

10:20 a.m.

We have nothing in common, so there's no reason that I could have liked her from the moment I saw her at my school. It's quite obvious that we have nothing in common, I mean, what are the chances of her actually having a diary and writing in it the way that I do? She's too much of a slob to do that.

11:02 a.m.

My new friends came over, super nice to me. We had met in the hallway at Stag Union and they seemed much more nicer than my old ones. So I began to spend time with Tina, Izzy, and Gemima instead of...them. I should have dumped my old friends a long time ago, they didn't like how I decorated my room! Anyway, we talked and we all agree: we dislike Georgia Nicolson. We also agreed that something this serious. calls for revenge.

1:47 p.m.

Feeling nervous, doubt that this will work.

5:43 p.m.

Went out for some dinner with the gang. We were talking and then, all of a sudden, we were talking about our plan. It makes me very nervous, but I don't know why.

"Lyndsay, you can't back out now. We need to bring justice to the 'water melon' (our code name for Georgia). You dislike her as much as we do...or don't you?" Izzy asked. I nodded. "So don't forget the plan. Now, who's the eagle eye again?
"Me!" Gemima squealed. "This is going to work perfectly. When we're done, she'd rather be running around in her nuddy pants than be seen with Robbie...hopefully."
Afterwards, we went to Tina's to have some make-over's. Then, we had a beauty contest. Where have these friends been all along?

Saturday 3:06 a.m.

Today is the plan day, we all wanted it starting soon because we're all to impatient to embarass the water melon. The deed has to be done soon, justice is needed.

3:09 a.m.

It's a very good thing that I'm on the juvenile side today.

3:10 a.m.


11:58 a.m.

Went over to Tina's to get the sleeping powder. "You do know what to do, right? You remember exactly what to do?"
"Of course! How dim-witted do you think I am?" Tina asked. "Then prove it!" I retorted.
"OK, first you get the sleeping powder. Then, you go with your date (who is George) over to Cafe Noir and 'accidentally' bump into Robbie and Georgia. You guys suggest a double date and Robbie will have to say yes-I mean, that's the kind of person he is. Then, George will begin talking to Georgia and get her to go to the loo. Then you wi..."
"That's good enough, I'll need your twin and the powder then I'll be off and operation 'The Dump' will be a-go."
"George! Get down here!" Tina called. He came loping down the stairs and sighed. Tina handed the powder over and I left. So now, all I have to do is wait here until I see Georgia and Robbie. Fingers crossed!

6:49 p.m.

I have just had the best day ever! When Robbie and Georgia popped up, you could just see the fear in her eyes. She was so suspicious that she asked me,
"What are you up to now, you be..."
"Georgia, be nice." Robbie said. "What are you doing now?" I nearly blew the whole operation by telling him what I was about to do-I had spent most of last night running it over and over in detail in my head...but anyway, George did his part and Georgia was sprinting to the bathroom. I was able to distract Robbie to put the powder in his lunch. The minute he put the fork in his mouth, he just keeled over. I was on him, and right on que, Georgia came out of the bathroom. I gave her a little smirk, and I began snogging him. Of course, she ran right out crying. Then, Eagle Eye came out of the shadows. "Brilliant! Now, lets get out of here." We left with Robbie lying on the floor, and George lugging behind us. What can go wrong now?

7:56 p.m.

I love my life!