Oh, look, I said a naughty word.

Sorry, I am in a weird mood. And there are two horny lizards in my room now. They are horny in both senses of the word; they have these weird spine-like patterns on them, and they keep trying to bang. Loudly, I should mention.

The river trip was fun, but I got burned. I usually don't burn easily; I think some of my dad's cousins are native americans. But I went without shoes and a shirt pretty much the whole time, so I shouldn't be surprised.

Crap, the lizards are at it again. I swear to god, they are looking at me while they do it. Bastards.

On the river trip with us was another Dave. Other Dave was about fifty-ish, and extremely odd. He never helped with any of the work, rarely talked, and would occasionally break into song for a while. The songs would never last long, because he would forget the words, let out a "humph" and stop. It was peculiar.

Other Dave also took a dump in the middle of one of the camps. There is no logical reason why, either; we had a portable toilet set up not ten feet away. The most disturbing part was that there was no toilet paper or even leaves around it. Just some of his footprints.

I've decided that I'm going to get a pet reptile of my own; the lizards are my sister's, they are just in my care for a summer. I don't know what type, though. Any suggestions?