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9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th and 15th of April

Well Hiro and I finally got Fred's room clean... My back aches and Clara was kind enough to give me a massage coupon- better than what Hiro gave me- a slap on the back. And better than what I gave him back- a kick filled with all the hatred for the gang leaving us to clean up alone- in the you know where.

I'm probably never gonna do an epic prank like that ever again.

Anyways, it's pretty late and I'm about to sleep so i'll keep this entry short.

I dunno why but Hiro is starting to get on my nerve- I'm not kidding! Everyone is thinking it's all so cute but I just dunno...

Is it weird that I think he's not getting on my nerve but it's a totally different feeling?

I'm confusing myself but Honey Lemon has this weird happy face that Tadashi, Clara and GoGo are all fearing.

Wasabi doesn't seem to care and Fred doesn't notice... Or care.

Hiro doesn't get it but I can tell something bad is happening up in her bubbly head.

If I could read minds that would be amazing but I can't - perhaps Hiro or Tadashi could create a machine that reads people minds!

Speaking of weird abilities- fred really wants the power to morph into anything...

He claims he could pretend to be other people and rob a bank with ought getting caught because he would disguise himself as a bank worker.

Hiro pointed out that they would just catch him out cause they knew his plan however...

Fred then said that if he could morph into stuff he could be a murderer and morph into a house hold object if someone walked in.

I'm worried for Fred- not that he would be a crazy mad man but I can totally imagine the scene.

The cops would come in as Justin Bieber had been killed- a knife in his neck, a sight I actually wouldn't mind- and a damn stuffed pony next to him with blood on it... The police would never suspect the suspicious pink fluffy pony stuffed toy that Justin Bieber was totally sleeping with...

Yeah Fred probably would get away with murder...

Anyways it's late and like I said, I need sleep but Honey Lemon seriously needs to learn what "my phone is on do not disturb" means...

She can't stop texting or calling or making my phone blap, burp, squeal, ring, pop, flash, buzz, alarm and what ever else my phone can do that I never mentioned!

I'm going to bed...

- (y/n) out

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