Dear Dumb Diary #4: Never Do Anything, Ever

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by Jim Benton


  a message like: “Look, it’s not my fault you were

  photographed pantifying a yard in broad daylight

  when a photographer walked past.”

  She’s right. I guess it wasn’t her fault. Not

  really. But it wasn’t exactly my fault, either. There

  should be somebody to blame, right? I mean all the

  time. There should be somebody and it’s just their

  job to be blamed.

  Saturday 28

  Dear Dumb Diary,

  I went with Isabella and her dad to get her

  contacts fixed today. She told her dad that she had

  saved all the money up and he said he was going to

  buy them for her on her birthday, anyway.

  They have a little collection box at the

  optometrist’s office for a charity that really and

  truly does help underprivileged kids get glasses. I

  put 30 bucks in to make up for most of the money

  that Isabella and I had collected for her made- up

  charity.

  I had to. Even though it doesn’t make up for

  Isabella lying about it in the first place, I knew I did

  the right thing.

  Isabella got new contacts, but she said they

  bothered her eyes even more than the old ones, and

  by the time we got back to her house, she whispered

  to me that she was going back to her glasses. It may

  have had something to do with the pictures in the

  optometrist’s office of gorgeous models wearing

  glasses.

  I had made 45 dollars off the garage sale,

  but even after the eye doctor’s, I still had 15 bucks

  left, so that was still pretty decent for a bunch of

  old junk.

  Until Mrs.Clawson called. She had seen the

  picture in the paper also, and said if I was just

  going to play with her underpants, then she wanted

  them back. Since I had thrown them out, Mom

  confiscated the remaining 15 bucks to buy her

  new ones.

  And worse, she made me go with her to buy

  the replacements. I felt bad about Mrs. Clawson’s

  ghastly giant bloomers, so I gave Mom an extra 10

  dollars from my piggy bank to buy her some nicer

  ones. I suggested a thong, but then my stomach

  churned a little, so I suggested something flowery

  instead. Pretty charitable, of me, huh? Maybe I do

  have inner beauty after all.

  When we got home, there was a big envelope

  on the front porch addressed to me. It was from

  Angeline. Inside was Big Ol’ Pudding Stain

  Duck Shirt and a note, which said:

  It looks like Angeline bought this grimy thing

  at our garage sale and hid it from the other Walk -

  A-Thonners, which, I have to admit, was pretty darn

  charitable.

  Which, now you have to admit, was pretty

  charitable for me to admit.

  Maybe we all have Inner Beauty.

  Is that possible? Even the Pencil-Eaters and

  the Mike Pinsettis and That Ugly kid Whose Name You

  Can’t Remember? Even the Girls Who Fake Charities,

  and the Underpants- Strewing Beagles and the Moms

  Who Put Your Wretchedness On Display?

  And even the Girls With Tons Of Outer Beauty?

  Maybe they do. Maybe we all do. And

  sometimes you think it needs a barrette or colored

  contact lenses to really make it shine, but, like

  a huge meat- loaf burp while you’re running laps,

  Beauty usually just comes bubbling up when you

  least expect it.

  Thanks for listening, Dumb Diary.

  Want to enhance your inner

  beauty for real?

  These organizations can always use help. Ask your

  parents or teachers how to get involved with these

  charities or others:

  Give the Gift of Sight

  american Red Cross

  Doctors Without Borders

  Make-A-Wish Foundation

  Think you can handle another

  Jamie Kelly diary? Then check out

  Dear Dumb Diary,

  My social studies teacher, Mr. VanDoy, never smiles.

  I know that’s hard to believe, because everybody

  smiles about something, right?

  Isabella smiles when her brothers get in trouble.

  Angeline smiles when she thinks about how much

  prettier she is than, like, a waterfall or a unicorn. I

  smile when I think about a unicorn kicking Angeline

  over a waterfall. But Mr. VanDoy doesn’t smile at all.

  I wonder if when you become an adult, you can lose

  your sense of humor the way you lose your teeth or

  hair or fashion sense.

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  Some guys just can’t win…

  but Danny never stops trying !

  About Jim Benton

  Jim Benton is not a middle - school girl, but do

  not hold that against him. He has managed to

  make a living out of being funny, anyway.

  He is the creator of many licensed properties,

  some for big kids, some for little kids, and some

  for grown-ups who, frankly, are probably behaving

  like little kids.

  You may already know his properties: It’s

  Happy Bunny™ or Catwad™, and of course you

  already know about Dear Dumb Diary.

  He’s created a kids’ TV series, designed

  clothing, and written books.

  Jim Benton lives in Michigan with his spectac -

  ular wife and kids. They do not have a dog, and

  they especially do not have a vengeful beagle.

  This is his first series for Scholastic.

  Jamie Kelly has no idea that Jim Benton, or

  you, or anybody is reading her diaries. So, please,

  please, please don’t tell her.

  Beauty is only skin deep, but hate

  goes all the way to the bone.

  Dear Dumb Diary,

  Isabella said that she got the information about this

  charity online and I could help her collect for it if I

  wanted to, so as we made the rounds for the clothes,

  we also picked up a few bucks here and there for the

  Juvenile Optometry Federation.

  Hooray! Now I have a charity to work for. In your face

  Angeline—now I’m as gentle and sweet as you, you pig!!

  Sneak a peek inside the diary of Jamie Kelly, who

  promises that everything she writes is true . . .

  or at least as true as it needs to be.

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  Cover art by Jamie Kelly with

  the help of Jim Benton

  Cover design by Steve Scott

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