Camille Leon’s Blog

So while I was on the plane coming back from Japan, Paris called me on my cell. I’m not sure how that’s even possible, but she did. And because she’s my idol, I couldn’t not take the call, ya know?

Anyway, I told Nakasumi that it was just Ron calling from Middleton wondering when I’d be back. But I think he got suspicious after Paris told me about her new shoes and I may have excitedly yelled something like “OMG! You have to let me borrow your shoes next time I see you!” Whatever the reason, Nakasumi called Kim’s webmaster guy and he filled him im.

He came over, and brought the Pilot with him for some reason, and he accused me of being Camille. I denied it and said that Wade he talked to must not be the real Wade. Then he told me that the Kim was over at Wayne’s house when he called and that they both couldn’t have been fake at the same time.

At this point, I did the only thing I could do - kick them both in the crotch and lock myself in the pilot’s compartment.

The conversation after that went something like this:

Mr N: Come out of there at once! It’s over Camille.
Me: Okay, so you figured out I’m not Kim. But if you don’t do what I say everyone on-board dies.
Pilot: You’d really kill yourself?
Me: I just don’t know how to land this thing.
Pilot: Let me land the plane. No one needs to get hurt.
Me: Not until I get-

At this point the autopilot failed and we began to, like, fall out of the sky. I decided it was time to bail. I opened the door and yelled “All yours.” I raced past Mr. N, grabbed a parachute from where I had seen some earlier and jumped out of the plane.

It’s a good thing I was on “Parachuting with the Stars” last year.

Once I hit the water, I assumed the shape of that olympic swimmer that was in Playboy. Amanda Beard is her name, I think. Anyway, turns out we where only a few miles off the coast of California by the time I hit the water.

I’m spending the night with Paris, and I’ll continue on to Middleton tomorrow.

And I am loving these shoes she got.

So apparently, there are no public wireless network thingies at this secret ninja school.

Mr. Nakasumi got me to Japan, and I slowly made my way to the school. Can you believe there was no limo service the remote campus? What’s up with that? I had to actually pay a couple guys to carry me there.

Anyway, It was fairly easy to observe Yori once i reached the school. Here’s a photo I took:

Her voice might be a little hard for me to fake, but I doubt Kim will notice.

My ride back to Middleton should be here any second now. Later loves.

I found the tracking device they got one me somehow, so that’s a relief. It was on the back of my neck where I couldn’t see the flashing red light. I planted it on a fishing ship so it’ll be a little while before they find it.

Anyway, I contacted that Nakasumi guy like Richard suggested. He should be here to pick me up in a few hours.

I hope this whole Yori plan works, cause it’s already taken like a lot of work.

I don’t know how they’re tracking me. I’ve been running in circles for over a week and I don’t have much time to talk or read any comments that may have been posted.

Therefore, the only logical thing to do is share this cute photo of Ashley Tisdale:

Okay, gotta go now. Love you all.

So like, I was trying to find a way to get to Japan and observe this Yori girl I’ve been told so much about.

All I had to do was look like a customs official and I could easily get around security.

And that part worked great - until they noticed the guy who I replaced was missing.

That’s the thing about international flights, they just take too long.

Anyway, they found the guy tied up at home and after they checked the surveillance footage they knew they had me trapped on the plane.

They landed the plane in Hawaii, and there where a lot of navy guys waiting for us there.

I know I’m a criminal, but that was like, way overkill.

Anyway, I disguised myself as a navy guy and was in the middle of a classic “She’s Camille” “No she is” moment when this giant walking shark looking thing came crashing out of the woods. It looked something like this:

Anyway, thanks to the distraction I was able to get away. But they know I’m trapped on the island, and I hear GJ’s sending in their top agent.

Now that Drakken’s gone good I guess I’m more of a threat.

It look me hours but I eventually came up with the perfect costume.

I went as my hero, Paris Hilton.

I’m not sure why everyone keep running away from me screaming, though.

Image Credit: Paris Hilton by ~eschergirl