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Dear Diary, I, Lemuel, having been born of nagging parents, therefore, I have been harassed much of my life. Not only by my parents, but also by my younger brother Nephi, and my older brother Laman, with who I get along best. There, now maybe my parents will get off my back about keeping a record. Lem.
Dear Diary, It has finally happened! My father is a lunatic. He has decided that he "feels" that we should leave the big city and head into the wilderness. God only knows where. He started talking about leaving after he came home from yelling at people to repent. He said they threw rocks at him. I think one of them must have beaned him on the noggin. He then went and laid on his bed for about twelve hours straight. I thought he was in a coma. Lem.
Dear Diary, It looks like dad is serious about this leaving thing. He says that he had a dream in which God told him to leave Jerusalem. I guess it couldn't have had anything to do with the Mastaccoli he ate before he went to bed. I always have dreams like that if I eat pizza before I sleep. Laman and I are resisting, but it looks like we're going, too. We don't really have to, I guess, but if we don't how will be eat? Despair. I have a girlfriend and my own horse. Dad is loaded with gold, which we can't take into the wilderness because it's too heavy. Of course, that momma's boy Nephi is eager to go. He makes me sick. I think I'll hurl my lunch if I see him again today. Lem
Dear Diary, We've been living in a tent for three days now. My neck hurts from sleeping on the ground. It must show, because Dad and Nephi keep commenting on my stiffneckedness. There are mosquitos everywhere, and I have blisters on my feet. Today Dad said, "O that thou mightest be like unto this valley, firm and steadfast, and unmoveable in keeping the comments of the Lord...blah, blah, blah." Whatever. Constant nagging. He never lets up, and Nephi isn't much better. Have to go now. Lem,.
Dear Diary, Hi, I'm Lemukel and I'm retarded.
Dear Diary, I didn't write that last entry. Laman must have gotten a hold of the plates. Sometimes he's really a jerk. I wish there was a way to erase engravings. Maybe a jeweler could fix it. Dad says we have to go back to town and get some brass plates from Laban. Sure, like Laban's going to say, "Here, take them. Maybe you want my coat too? You want that I should die of pneumonia, then you'll be happy." He hit me once when we were younger because I spit on Him. I"m not going. Lem.
Dear Diary, Just got back from the city. It was alright, but the walk back was murder. Laman was picked to go talk to Laban. He went over and got drunk with him. Then he hit on one of his women so Laban pummeled him bloody. After that, we went home and got our gold and tried to buy the plates from Laban, but his gang chased us away and stole our stuff. Laman was furious. I thought the vein on his forehead would blow. He got a stick and we beat Nephi and Sammy with it until we got tired. Nephi said he'd go back and try again. Finally, Nephi found Laban by a wall. He was hammered, so Nephi chopped off his head and took the plates. Lem.
Dear Diary, Now Dad wants us to go back home and get Ishmael and his family. He probably wants us to marry his daughter.--He's got about a million kids. I guess I don't mind so much about going back to Jerusalem this time; some of Ish's daughters have nice bods, but nothing upstairs. Buy hey. what more could a man want? I'll write more when we get back. Lem
Dear Diary, Just got back. Ishmael's daughters are better than I remembered. But there is one that's butt ugly. She's hanging on Laman like a bad suit. Nephi's been on our backs the whole time. He keeps telling me to repent. Sheesh! It's not like I'm Cain or something. Lem.
Dear Diary, I've had it out here! I'm no camper. I've had diarrhea for the last two months. I haven't been writing much lately because things have been really hard. Now the old man's got a ball he stares into for about 8 hours a day. He says it tells him what to do. I'm going to bed. Mom's pregnant I think. Either that, or she has a tumor. I think she's too old to have a baby. Lem.
Dear Diary, Mom was pregnant. She had a boy..named him Joe. We all have families now, and most of us have at least one kid. I have two--Frank and Jesse. They're terrors, but I guess they'll grow out of it. I've got to write more often but I always put it off. I don't know why, but my wife is getting really buff. I've worried about it because she's almost gotten bigger than me. Laman's wife is huge. She's stronger than eight cows. But then, I always told Laman he had an eight cow wife.! Lem
Dear Diary, Oy veh! Would that there was a good Deli in the wilderness. I'm craving some bagels and lox, maybe pastrami on rye. Nephi says God told him to build a boy. He's never even seen a boat; Jerusalem's landlocked. I've never seen more than a glass of water at one time, let alone an ocean, and Nephi thinks he's Noah all of a sudden. He can't even shoot a bow. He broke his last week. We went a day without any food because of it, but Nephi probably called it a fast. Lem.
Dear Diary, Laman just gave me a tattoo. It really hurts. He rubbed salt in it before I could stop him. He said it makes it feel better. It hurts like the dickens. I don't know why I let him do it; he can talk me into just about anything. I can't believe it's been eighteen years since we left home, and here we are on a beach with a ship that probably won't even float. Mom had another baby..called him Jacob. I can already tell he's going to be nothing but trouble. Lem.
Dear Diary, I'm really seasick. We've been having a party here on that ship Nephi made. It works pretty good; we've been floating around for about two weeks now. We tied Nephi up yesterday because he is so stiff. Laman got really made at him when he was drunk. It's been stormy a lot. If it gets much worse we might sink. Everybody says that God is punishing us with this storm and that we should unite with Nephi. Right! I doubt it. But maybe we'll untie him after Family Home Evening. Lem
Dear Diary, It has finally happened! My father is a lunatic. He has decided that he "feels" that we should leave the big city and head into the wilderness. God only knows where. He started talking about leaving after he came home from yelling at people to repent. He said they threw rocks at him. I think one of them must have beaned him on the noggin. He then went and laid on his bed for about twelve hours straight. I thought he was in a coma. Lem.
Dear Diary, It looks like dad is serious about this leaving thing. He says that he had a dream in which God told him to leave Jerusalem. I guess it couldn't have had anything to do with the Mastaccoli he ate before he went to bed. I always have dreams like that if I eat pizza before I sleep. Laman and I are resisting, but it looks like we're going, too. We don't really have to, I guess, but if we don't how will be eat? Despair. I have a girlfriend and my own horse. Dad is loaded with gold, which we can't take into the wilderness because it's too heavy. Of course, that momma's boy Nephi is eager to go. He makes me sick. I think I'll hurl my lunch if I see him again today. Lem
Dear Diary, We've been living in a tent for three days now. My neck hurts from sleeping on the ground. It must show, because Dad and Nephi keep commenting on my stiffneckedness. There are mosquitos everywhere, and I have blisters on my feet. Today Dad said, "O that thou mightest be like unto this valley, firm and steadfast, and unmoveable in keeping the comments of the Lord...blah, blah, blah." Whatever. Constant nagging. He never lets up, and Nephi isn't much better. Have to go now. Lem,.
Dear Diary, Hi, I'm Lemukel and I'm retarded.
Dear Diary, I didn't write that last entry. Laman must have gotten a hold of the plates. Sometimes he's really a jerk. I wish there was a way to erase engravings. Maybe a jeweler could fix it. Dad says we have to go back to town and get some brass plates from Laban. Sure, like Laban's going to say, "Here, take them. Maybe you want my coat too? You want that I should die of pneumonia, then you'll be happy." He hit me once when we were younger because I spit on Him. I"m not going. Lem.
Dear Diary, Just got back from the city. It was alright, but the walk back was murder. Laman was picked to go talk to Laban. He went over and got drunk with him. Then he hit on one of his women so Laban pummeled him bloody. After that, we went home and got our gold and tried to buy the plates from Laban, but his gang chased us away and stole our stuff. Laman was furious. I thought the vein on his forehead would blow. He got a stick and we beat Nephi and Sammy with it until we got tired. Nephi said he'd go back and try again. Finally, Nephi found Laban by a wall. He was hammered, so Nephi chopped off his head and took the plates. Lem.
Dear Diary, Now Dad wants us to go back home and get Ishmael and his family. He probably wants us to marry his daughter.--He's got about a million kids. I guess I don't mind so much about going back to Jerusalem this time; some of Ish's daughters have nice bods, but nothing upstairs. Buy hey. what more could a man want? I'll write more when we get back. Lem
Dear Diary, Just got back. Ishmael's daughters are better than I remembered. But there is one that's butt ugly. She's hanging on Laman like a bad suit. Nephi's been on our backs the whole time. He keeps telling me to repent. Sheesh! It's not like I'm Cain or something. Lem.
Dear Diary, I've had it out here! I'm no camper. I've had diarrhea for the last two months. I haven't been writing much lately because things have been really hard. Now the old man's got a ball he stares into for about 8 hours a day. He says it tells him what to do. I'm going to bed. Mom's pregnant I think. Either that, or she has a tumor. I think she's too old to have a baby. Lem.
Dear Diary, Mom was pregnant. She had a boy..named him Joe. We all have families now, and most of us have at least one kid. I have two--Frank and Jesse. They're terrors, but I guess they'll grow out of it. I've got to write more often but I always put it off. I don't know why, but my wife is getting really buff. I've worried about it because she's almost gotten bigger than me. Laman's wife is huge. She's stronger than eight cows. But then, I always told Laman he had an eight cow wife.! Lem
Dear Diary, Oy veh! Would that there was a good Deli in the wilderness. I'm craving some bagels and lox, maybe pastrami on rye. Nephi says God told him to build a boy. He's never even seen a boat; Jerusalem's landlocked. I've never seen more than a glass of water at one time, let alone an ocean, and Nephi thinks he's Noah all of a sudden. He can't even shoot a bow. He broke his last week. We went a day without any food because of it, but Nephi probably called it a fast. Lem.
Dear Diary, Laman just gave me a tattoo. It really hurts. He rubbed salt in it before I could stop him. He said it makes it feel better. It hurts like the dickens. I don't know why I let him do it; he can talk me into just about anything. I can't believe it's been eighteen years since we left home, and here we are on a beach with a ship that probably won't even float. Mom had another baby..called him Jacob. I can already tell he's going to be nothing but trouble. Lem.
Dear Diary, I'm really seasick. We've been having a party here on that ship Nephi made. It works pretty good; we've been floating around for about two weeks now. We tied Nephi up yesterday because he is so stiff. Laman got really made at him when he was drunk. It's been stormy a lot. If it gets much worse we might sink. Everybody says that God is punishing us with this storm and that we should unite with Nephi. Right! I doubt it. But maybe we'll untie him after Family Home Evening. Lem
