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Maybe Isabella is going to grow up to be somebody that negotiates big deals, or a rhinoceros trainer. Avon knows that this sort of project is a breeze for me, she said okay when Isabella asked if we could be excused from class to work on a project for the Student Awareness Committee, which, I was told in an aggressive whisper moments before, was an extracurricular club we had very recently joined. Isabella informed me out in the hall that we had just created it. I can already feel my future becoming perfecter.

You know the kind of enemy I mean: The Worst Kind. It used to bother me that the boys, and in particular, Hudson Rivers eighth - cutest boy in my grade , were all infatuated with her beautiful looks and wonderful personality and niceness and all of that horrible, horrible, horrible garbage.

Shut up, Diary. This works for me. This was not hard to picture, as her grandma really does have a little beard, and you can see the family resemblance. Normally we avert our gaze, not wanting to be turned to stone and all, but I suddenly remembered my science and stopped her. Nobody likes it. Why does the cafeteria sell it? You know, if bison were uglier and smaller.

Why does the cafeteria serve this? As it turns out, there are two extracurricular clubs that meet in the morning, and this morning, Isabella made me join them both. I am really beginning to wonder if including Isabella on this whole thing was such a good idea. Our first stop was the Agriculture Club, which I suppose meets first thing in the morning because farmers get up really early.

But why? Seriously, farmers, take control. And cows, knock it off. We were there just long enough to sign up and then leave, but nobody noticed because they were all too sleepy from being farmers. It also attracts kids that do other sports, and people that enjoy waking up very early and running for the fun of it. She had dragged over the teacher who supervises the Running Club, Mr.

She has brown hair and brown eyes. Dear Dumb Diary Wiki Explore. Wiki Content. Am I the Princess or the Frog? Explore Wikis Community Central. Register Don't have an account? Isabella Vinchella. And Jamie just can't help but wonder: Is it humanly possible for a girl to be more perfectly perfect than the most perfect girl in the world? Dear Dumb Diary, Isabella is probably right. She almost always is. When I think back on all the things I've seen Angeline do, the one thing they have in common is that they're all dumb.

They're all strawberry-scented, too, but I think that's just her conditioner -- although her body might actually secrete its own strawberry scent. But of all the dumb things she's ever done, this has got to be the dumbest. Dear Dumb Diary, I went back and read some of my very oldest diaries. The entries say things like "I eated salad dressing" and "I got a Barbie shoe stuck in Stinker's nose again" and "The vet was mean to me about the Barbie shoe so I tried to bite him but vets are quick at not getting bit because dogs try all the time but dogs don't usually kick so I did that.

There must have been a day when I just woke up smart. This is automatic friendship, and I have to just accept it and make the best of things. See, if I objected, then Aunt Carol might divorce Angeline's uncle, sending both of them tumbling into a deep pit of depression for the rest of their lives, and Angeline could wind up feeling so guilty that she would have to go be locked up in an old dirty insane asylum for years and years, and Stinker's puppies could grow up not knowing both their parents and I couldn't live with myself for doing something like that to a puppy.

School's out for the summer, and that means no more Meat Loaf Thursdays, Sunday homework-cramming, or teachers way way unsuccessfully trying to act cool. It also means that certain Mackerel Middle Schoolers have a lot of time on their hands. Isabella is going to change all that.

And Jamie and Angeline are going to help whether they like it or not. It's the best kind of teamwork: When a whole bunch of people work together to do something wrong, instead of doing it wrong one at a time.

Something strange is happening at Mackerel Middle School. Even stranger than Jamie and Isabella becoming friends with Angeline. Which is still really, really strange. Jamie can suddenly and inexplicably understand the weirdest and most mysterious creatures around: Boys.

And there's only one logical explanation superpowers. Dear Dumb Diary, A long time ago, I wrote a letter to the president about the space program and how it would be a good idea for ME to select the people who should be shot into space. I made a lot of very good points about who should be selected, such as weight, ease of stuffing into a bag and tossing into a rocket, unnatural blondness of hair, and how much happier our Earth would be as a result.

I was much younger when I wrote it, and I understand that my ideas would not have been seriously considered. But that was six months ago, and now I think I am qualified to choose. Hasn't This Gone on Long Enough? Dear Dumb Diary is a hilarious hit! Now after 12 books each covering a month of her life , Jamie Kelly's upcoming diaries have a fresh look and a fun twist. The diary entries are still laugh-out-loud funny -- but this is a whole new beginning.

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So please, please, please don't tell her. Along the way, she's left us with countless gems of wisdom, such as: "If somebody ever asks you to kick her in the face, the first thing she will do is forget that she asked you to do it," and "As long as you keep laughing at how dumb something is, you can secretly enjoy it without risking your cool. The bestselling Dear Dumb Diary series is a hilarious hit! Now Jamie Kelly's diaries have a fresh look and a fun twist.

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Dear Dumb Diary, Just when I was pretty sure we could let the Student Awareness Committee quietly die a dignified death like some majestic old elephant or the Square Dancing Club, Angeline has to be aware of something. And, of course, it couldn't be something interesting like nail polish or why maybe there should be a special class in nail polish and how to get it out of your beagle's ear.

Mom, if you're reading this, I'm not admitting anything. Somebody else could have painted a heart in his ear.