10.17.10 -- Damon... Cullen?

[Damon Thorne]

[ author's note :: all of Damon's journal entries are written in the font Sunshine in my Soul, so if they look large and obnoxious, you should download the font to get the full effect. ]

I sincerely wish that Linsee DeJane never graduates. Or at least that when she does, she'll stay in the Chicago area. I swear, if she leaves, life will be so mundane and boring. I've been hestitant to write about this lest someone find my journal and misinterprit it as highly inappropriate, but I've grown rather close to Linsee over the years she's been here. She reminds me so much of Maggie. Yes, I actually spelled her name out.

Anyway. Linsee and I have been pranking each other back and forth the past couple weeks, and her prank was just so brilliant that I had to document it. Show it to future generation pranksters. I have no idea what I'm going to do with this written record of the event, but I know it'll be one hell of a riot when I'm old, gray, and locked in a nursing home with boring old senior citizens.

First, she made at least twenty posters of me all covered in photoshopped pink sparkles, then she placed a bucket of paste and glitter on a shelf above my door. When I walked in, guess what splashed all over me? That's right... the paste and the glitter. Considering my room mate is an art teacher, I do have a way to get this glitter off. However, because it was such a brilliant victory, I will concede. I'll keep the glitter for a week or two.

.... That doesn't mean this is over. Far from.

Cordially,
Damon A. Thorne