Dear Diary,

            Pencey really blows. Everybody here is either a flit or a total idiot. I hate how everybody is so damn serious about the football games. I would be there with them but I'm not in the mood. You really have to be in the mood for those things.

            My roommate, Stradlater, seems to think he is too good for everybody. He's always walking with his shirt off thinking he's got a really nice build. He does actually. I swear he's got the nicest build I've ever seen. He's always making me mad though. Just the way he acts. He's always got a date with somebody. Today it was with a girl I used to know back when I hung out with D.B. He doesn’t really deserve a girl like that. All he really cares about is giving a girl the time. I didn't really care though. I could have had her if I wanted to, but I didn’t really like her that much anyway.

            Then there is this guy called Ackley who is next door. He's even a bigger loser than Stradlater. He's always sitting in his goddamn room. He never does anything with anybody. You have to practically beg him to come with you and even then he still probably won't. He just sits in his room squeezing his pimples or something. If you want to know the truth I think he likes sitting in his room squeezing his pimples. He's always got this superior attitude all the time too. He acts like he owns everything. You have to ask him like five times to do something before he'll do it. He's so touchy too. You can't ever call him something that he doesn't like. I didn't have anything else to do though, so I decided to go with him and Brossard to a movie. That really sucked if you want to know the truth, maybe because I wasn't in the mood. You have to be in the mood for these things.