Tomorrow is my birthday. It's gonna be the worst birthday ever. Hands down. Which sucks, because usually, I love my birthday! I get presents, and people pay a bunch of attention to me!

This year, people already are paying a crapload of attention to me. This year, can I just have my boyfriend back? Please? Because that would be the best gift ever.

Okay, so it'll be King, Lynne, Talon, and me in this halfway house thing. Sweet! That's pretty good company there! I'll miss Nikki, but i know she'll be alright.

Mom didn't sound all that happy about my little move, but I'm excited. I just think she's bummed that I'm moving around so close to the holidays. Which I think is weird, since Hanukkah already passed, and she said Dad didn't even put up a tree this year... Whatever. I'm sure she just misses me.

I heard a rumor that when we get back, there'll be a spa installed here. It's about time.

This place is in desperate need of some entertainment. Game night? Or friendly riot?

Okay, for serious? Why the crap is Dr. Lai not my doctor anymore?

I got an e-mail from Dr. Greely saying that he's my doctor now. It's just gonna be awkward shopping with him.

I never thought I'd say this...

...I'm starting to miss school. I mean, I'm not saying that I don't like the people here. That's not it. I just miss being off in a dorm, going to parties, doing stupid stunts that we'd video tape and later post on YouTube (Marshmallow Peep jousting, anyone? Or shopping cart jousting more your style?) and all that crap.

Of course, I'm not saying that we can't do Peep jousting here. We just need the nurses to get us some peeps, some toothpicks, and a microwave. It's the asking for stuff we used to use all the time that's getting to me.

I got a letter from a friend telling me about the cool hype for the next Batman movie. it's really, really cool, because Heath Ledger is playing The Joker, y'know? So they did this series of websites. One was apparently "I believe in Harvey Dent", which I don't really know who that is, but my friend said it's a character who's running for office or something. Anyway, the website was just a campaign banner.

Then, a few days later, surfaces "I believe in Harvey Dent too", which has the same banner, but over Harvey's face is a scribbled-on Joker mask. Then, when you clicked on it, it faded to this preview picture of Heath in Joker make-up. I still haven't seen it, which is depressing.

Anyway, that website came down a few days later, so when you go to it now, it says "Page Not Found." But the font is red on a black background, which, as you know, is weird. Then, if you take your mouse and highlight the whole page, a secret message comes up. The whole page, in black font on the black background, says "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA".

But, hidden in there are random letters. When you find the random message, it spells out this:

"See You In December."

This message from the Joker is obviously for me. And, by the Joker, I mean Heath, duh. But the movie isn't supposed to come out until next July, so that means that in December, nothing's happening with the movie. So what's happening in December? He's probably gonna come for me. Maybe propose! Oh, that'd be cool. I've been waiting, y'know? But, it makes sense to wait until then. Last time we were in the news we got all this bad press, so waiting makes perfect sense. That way it'll be kind of like starting fresh.

Anyway, if you don't believe me, just look up the website. It's all true.

That Dr. Kemp guy? He's a weirdo. He totally doesn't get why I'm here. But maybe that's better off, so it doesn't leak to the public, eh?

Who else has met him?

It was nice to get a hot dog the other day. Also, I bought a new gypsy skirt. I'm wearing it today.

Actually, it was over a week ago, I think. Wasn't it? I forget. I've been busy poking Nikki, which apparently takes a lot out of me.

( Private )

This place is still boring.

I think I scared Dr. Lai the other day. We ended the session awfully quickly, which is why I say it, but I'm not sure if it was for my sake or hers. She was sick, so maybe that comes into play...

I wanna go home. I'm homesick and I wanna practice my firebreathing.

( Private )

I wanna go to the city and get some pizza. Like, real pizza, none of that frozen cafeteria or Papa John's crap. Real New York pizza.

They should make THAT a field trip. All of us should go get pizza in Manhatten. Then, we can show them the hobos and they'll think we're not crazy anymore.

Let's either arrange that, or escape and go on our own. I'd prefer the first option, though.

Dudes and dudettes, I am bored. Seriously, I thought with the rush of new people, there'd me more excitement! Like some sort of... Mini crazy olympics.

Ha! Imagine that. "And representing the Post Traumatic Stress disorder, on this side, and over here, representing the Schitzos..."

So, that second game night I mentioned. I know I started taking suggestions for games, but I'm not sure what we've actually got, other than scrabble and chess and checkers. Colleen mentioned she had some game at home that she'd get her mom to bring over, which sounded fun...

I have a tooth ache. Probably from stocking up on the cafeteria brownies. That'll go away though, right?

I think we should have another game night. This time, though? How 'bout a shorter game? Like Mouse Trap or Candyland. Sorry, those were the only games I could think of. We can play something else.

How come I still don't have a posse? Where is my posse of Wild West Women? ROLL CALL!!

My doctor took me to see Spiderman the other day! That was fun. I'm trying to really get into the comic book movies, with Heath playing The Joker and all. I should ask him if he can get me a gig playing Harley Quinn. She's COOL. But, point is, I totally didn't know doctors were allowed to take us to movies. I wonder if we can go again next time...?

I thiiiink I know why my doctor hasn't scheduled a session, or even attempted to contact me since March. And I have to say, I'm flattered, but I'm not into girls. And I have a boyfriend.

Kinda cute how bashful she's being, tho.

Heath was here again last night! I could smell his cologne when I woke up this morning. Also, he moved some of my socks, which is something he does to be silly and make me laugh. I wish he woulda woken me up, though. I miss my sexy boy-toy.

Thanks to everyone who participated in the painting of my room. I hope you all had fun!

I wonder what my next random group activity will be...

Okay, because of the news that the nurses may not like my painting idea, I'm going to have to cancel it. I mean, I don't want anyone to get in trouble for me to have a colorful room, so I'm not gonna. Oh well.

Psst... I'm letting you folks in on a little secret...

Friday I'm gonna finally paint my room. And if you wanna help, you should totally come. (Room 4!) I'll be in there like all day, so come join me, and don't tell the nurses! We'll let them walk in at checks and see and go "Holy crap my precious waaaaalls!!"

Parker, Belle, you guys have to ome, because of your pretty artsyness. Nicole, you live in my room, so you better be there.

Anyone I haven't met yet, come along and doodle. I have watercolors I borrowed from the art room and haven't put back yet, and if you have your own art supplies, you should come.

RSVP- Meh, ya don't have to, just show up.

Here's hoping I don't get in trouble, right?

I think it's kind of strange that people here are actually more accepting than people out there. People outside are cold, and mean. Hell, even before this whole thing, I could walk into an elevator and people just stand there, staring at the doors, pretending they're not sharing a small space with six other people. Most you'll get from someone is the question "What floor?" and if you dare respond with something other than a number, they'll stare at you like your insides are sticking out. So, I think it's a bit strange that here, in a "Looney Bin", the majority of people I've met are plesant, nice people.

( Private )

( And now, a song for all the ladeeeez... )

In other news...

...There is no other news.

Well, I'm here! This is a new adventure. It'll be kind of nice to get away from the news cameras, at least for a while. You never get the fame when you want it, what's with that?

I have no roommate at the moment. Good? Bad? I don't know. Someone should come hang out with me, though. I'm in room 4. I can teach you to do a one-handed cartwheel! Eventually we can move on to the no-handed cartwheel. I'm good at that.

I want to decorate. Maybe I'll borrow some watercolors from the art room and make the walls pretty. I'll paint a sun or something...

Everyone, look! My journal has bread. Beat that!