Dear Dumb Diary,
Isabella came over tonight. She had some movie she had rented. (It was called Terror at Your Throat.) We started watching it, and it was about a haunted necklace and how bad things happened to this family after they got it. During the movie, Isabella jumped up and screamed that the necklace was exactly like my pants, which made Stinker commit Urine. It was probably because he is not used to people screaming while he is fast asleep. Still, I had to spank him a little for it.
Anyway, Isabella said it wasn't the makeover that boosted Margaret's Popularity and forced us down. It was the pants. She said it wasn't my loud "yahoo" in science class that got me switched again so that I'm science partners with Known Goon, Mike Pinsitti. It was the pants. And she said it wasn't me who had done you-know-what all over Hudson Rivers. IT WAS THE PANTS.