First I have no idea what Journal means on here…but if it means write about my life then stay tuned…I was prowling around outside looking for toads because that’s me Eric Robert John Oldenburg official toad hunter. Anyway while I was outside and looked in the two most obvious places that uhh… slanted thing under the gutters. And a small tree cut pile. No toads so I head inside and sit at the dining room table pondering where toads could be… Then my mom begins to speak Hey there is something out there I think its a cat… I go hmm and look sure enough it looks cat and dogish. So I head outside trudge through the grass because I don’t have shoes on, and look closer and closer I see a bag in the distance not a cat nor a dog a bag. I know that’s boring but how else do you describe Journal? Yes that’s right I rock…

Hey I think I have this Journal thing down. Anyway I start the same way I did last time except not with toad hunting…Heh my life is pretty much a rollercoaster and it can break or it can stay. So…make the best of every situation even when it  can be bad. Hey guys I do not kid when I say that I was at our kitchen table and the windows were all open and I heard something. It was the two chairs we had they were creaking back and forth but no one was outside. Probably because it was around 7 o`clock. And then I heard someone on the front porch, or at least I think I did…*spooky music*