Agent_Mothman's Paranormal Log (Invader Zim)

ENTRY 14 - I'VE DISSAPOINTED THE EYEBALL....

Friday, May 6th, 10:04 P.M.

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Hang on, give me a second.

AAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHHH.

Ok, now I can write about what happened today.

We were having a Swollen Eyeball meeting tonight at the Grand Hall downtown. And I was chosen to give a presentation on my recent findings. I had my whole briefcase loaded with pictures of Zim, Journal Entries, things I've gathered from my encounters, and my laptop with even more data. I was prepared.

The only problem was, because I'm under 18, my Dad needed to sign a permission slip for me. That's a problem because my Dad is INSANELY busy, and was doing a special on his show tonight. So, right after Skool, I went home to grab my stuff, and rushed over to his studio. After literally BEGGING the guard to let me in, he finally let me in. And I had to take a test to be IN THE AUDIENCE. First question, how does that make sense?! Second question, do they not know my name is DIB MEMBRANE. THAT'S MY DAD'S STUDIO! And they think I'm some weird little fan. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. The test. Thankfully, I made a good score, but then they had me fight some crazy monster guy! Oh, Gaz was here too. I thought she was trying to help me. That did not go well. But I'll explain that later.

Round 1 was some weird game of Tag almost, but it was with science tools. I won that round. I don't know how, but I won. The monster guy kept trying to make peace or whatever, so I told Gaz to tell him I agreed to the truce, but she said something to him, and he started attacking me again! We fought in Spider suits, and did a whole bunch of crazy challenges, and I lost. Because of course I did.

As I was being dragged backstage and out the door ( and Gaz didn't even try to help me, she WAVED) , I used the extra permission slip to cause a distraction, and ran off to Dad's dressing room. When I finally got in there and told him about the permission slip, he said....

"Sorry little boy, but I don't sign autographs backstage."

MY DAD SAID THIS TO ME.

HIS LITERAL CHILD.

HOW DO YOU NOT RECOGNIZE YOUR OWN SON?!

Anyway, I got thrown out, but thankfully, Dad signed it for me. I was so excited and immediately ran to the convention center to give my presentation....

Only for me to realize...

I left my briefcase at the lab.

*Deep breath of anger.*

AND EMBARRASSED MYSELF IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE SWOLLEN EYEBALL.

HOW COULD I BE SO DUMB?!

I FORGOT THE ONE THING I NEEDED FOR THIS ENTIRE PRESENTATION IN THE FIRST PLACE!

AAAAAAGH!

Sorry, I'm mad.

They told me that I was temporarily banned from the eyeball's meetings for a month. Which means I'm missing 4 or 5 meetings.

UGH.

Anyway, they said if I come back from my ban with a lot of new evidence, they will let me give the presentation again. If I mess it up, I have a chance of getting kicked out.

So I'm going to make sure I avoid that from happening.

Today has been a frustrating day, so I'm going to try to go to sleep. Will I succeed? Probably not. But I'm going to try. Agent_Mothman signing off.