"Lost" diary
 

Does anyone know if there is another version of the Lost diary (located at this link ) that's a bit easier to read? That handwriting is making me cross-eyed. Also, which character is supposed to be writing the diary? I haven't read the whole thing yet but I think it is supposed to be the bitchy sister with asthma (can't remember her name). And who is the character "Larry" that is referred to several times in it?

Edit: I decided to type it up myself, so pardon the typo's. All I know is that it's not the bitchy sister, but it is a female. Still not sure who Larry is-anyone have any clues, or are these just secondary characters?

(Items in red were hard to read and may be incorrect).

Day One
Can't control hand from shaking-plane crash!
But that life flashing before eyes stuff-NOT TRUE.
Don't know what happened. Remember sucking <strike>air</strike> wind
and noise-deafening noise.
Head still ringing.
Not a believer in GOD, but I prayed
Amazingly still in one piece-couple of scrapes and bruises
Found this notebook and decided to write-don't know what
else to do.
Where are we? Just mountains and water-everywhere...

Night One
Getting dark now- never saw so many stars.
Campfires scattered along the beach-ours is the biggest
Something smells-burnt bodies?
Sick to my stomach-can't eat plane meals this fat
guy's been handing out. Where is the Coast Guard? Why aren't
they here yet?
Tried my cell phone-no connections. Parents ex probably
worried sick.
Gotta stop waiting. So tired.


Day Two
Nice man in checkered shirt offered me an orange for
breakfast-still can't eat. Sr.
Were all wondering what the hell that noise was last night.
Some off to look for cockpit-not me. Something scary out
there.

Pen is running out of ink. TYPICAL LUCK. More later...

Day Two-Cont.
Borrowed pen from poor preggo lady.
Huddled under a raft when it started to POUR-
still got soaked.
Drying in sun now.
Walked down the beach. Saw some good waves.
Big fight on beach when I returned-tempers starting
to flare.
Finally ate something-sea urchin -SUSHI!! Still hungry.
Transciever found, but not working. Some hiking to
higher ground-I hate hiking.
No survivors in cockpit. They probably thing were dead too...

Night Two
Played Backgammon with Walt today-good kid.
Boredom has set in and I'm officially burnt. It always
hurts more once the sun goes down.

Night Three
Found my check on bag today!!! All clothes, no toiletries.
So, now I have a bathing suit-still no sign of surfboard.
Always fantasized about being stranded on an island and it's
really not so bad... worse part is hunger. And of course,
looking at perfect pushing lifts and not having my board.
Thinking of my family and friends tonight. I miss them...

Day Three
There's a doctor on the island. He's with some guy in
bad shape-has a piece of metal from plane sticking <strike>off</strike> out
of his side. Went over there to see if Dr. had any sunblock-
no luck. By the look of shrapnel guy, I guess things
could be worse.

Day Four
No signal out, which means no call for help. They
asked for electronics to boost it, so I gave up my cell phone-
it's of no use to me anymore.
We're rationing food and setting up tarps to collect rainwater-
shoud have plenty 'cause it started to pour again today-
out of nowhere, just torrential. I set up a makeshift shelter
against a tree. It's home...for now.

Night Four
The shrapnel guy is driving us all nuts with his
screaming- poor guy.
Why hasn't anyone come to rescue us? I haven't seen one plane
pass overhead. It doesn't make any sense.

Day Five
Heard a gunshot last night. Who the hell has a gun!?
Walt found his dog today-I miss my dog.
Took a nap in the shade, white fine sand- feels good except
for the twisting pangs of hunger in my stomach.
Quit smoking last year, but who the hell cares now- bummed
one from this guy Sawyer. The nicotine satisfied my
hunger.

Night Five
Dog woke me up and now I can't go back to sleep.
Some commotion by the fuselage, but I'm too tired to
find out what's going on.
Sleeping in the cool sand and the breeze is keeping the
bugs away. Now if that dog would just stop barking...

Day Six
We've been asked to gather firewood. Wild boars were
in the fuselage last night and we have to burn the bodies
that are inside.
Claire, the pregnant lady who loaned me her pen, is going
to hold some sort of memorial.
There was another fight today-figures it was Sawyer.
Only this time he got into it with the fat guy over
peanuts-literally! I have a few extra packages but I'm
not sharing them.
Is that selfish?
The guy in the checkered shirt is going hunting for boar-
never had boar meat, but I'm hungry enough to try almost
anything.

Day Six (cont)
Put on my suit and walked down to the beach for
a swim- the water is really beautiful here. The fat
guy was down there with a friend trying to spear a
fish- what a riot that was- first time I laughed since
we crashed! I'm back on the beach now, trying to turn
an earring into a fishhook. If I can find something to use
for line, I'll be in business...

Night Six
We read the names of the dead tonight- one of them
was sitting next me. Surreal- feels like a dream. I can't believe
this is happening. And still can't believe rescue hasn't come.
The signal fire has been burning for days...

Day Seven
Joanna drowned today. She's someone I wen't
diving with in Australia and she ended up on my
plane. She even switched seats so we could sit
together and talk about the trip. She was traveling
the coast, diving the Great Barrier Reef. It just doesn't
make sense she was smarter than that- she knew
about the rip tides and how to swim parallel to the beach.

And to make matters worse, someone stole all of the
remaining water. I know there's a way to turn salt
water into fresh water, I just don't remember how.
I asked Sawyer for more smokes, which he hasn't
returned with yet. Back to the lovely addiction.

Night Seven
They found the guy who stole the water, but it's
still not enough. The doctor says he found a new
source inland. I'll go fill some bottles, but I'm staying
right here on the beach in case a plane flies over.
I met this guy names Charlie tonight- used to be
in a band called Drive Shaft. I have one of their CD's
He's got a tattoo that says, "living is easy with eyes closed"
Obviously a Beatles fan.
After this experience, my eyes are wide open...

Day Eight
I just realized something- I've got a 6000 dollar
credit card bill. Good luck tracking me down for those
payments! Still, I'd pay double that to get off this island.
Things are starting to get dodgy; there was a huge fight
today between Michael and the Korean guy. If Sayed
and Sawyer hadn't pulled him off I think he would have
drowned Michael. What a psycho- I feel sorry for his
wife, she seems so nice. We need to get out of here.

Night Eight
There's a big debate about where to set up camp.
Hurley told me that he, Charlie, Locke, and some of the
others are moving to the source of the fresh water- Jack
says there is shelter there. I don't care if there's a four star
hotel, I'm not going in that jungle! How many times
do I have to tell these guys, when the rescue planes fly
over I don't want to miss my chance to signal them.
I've got my little mirror all ready. Kate isn't going either.
I trust her.

Day Nine
I don't feel very good. I've been nauseous
for two days. I saw Jack today when he was picking
up supplies to take back to the new shelter- he told
me to try and stay out of the sun. What does he want
me to do- move to Seattle? I was going to move my
stuff into the infirmary because it has a cover on it,
but Sawyer got there first. That guy is really starting
to get on my nerves- he won't give me any more
cigarettes. Not for free anyway... Pig.

I think Sayed is up to something. I saw him talking
Kate and Boone and he was holding this long pole with
some sort of electronic thing on the end. Then he and Kate
took off into the jungle. Strange.

Day Nine (cont)
Jack is dead! Charlie just came running on to the
beach all covered in dirt. He said there was a cave-in
at the shelter and that Jack was buried alive. Michael
and a few others went to go see if they could
help, but it sounds like it's too late. And where is Kate-
does she even know? What the hell are we going to do now?
What if someone gets hurt? Oh my God. What is Claire going to do?

Day Ten
I went to the caves yesterday to see about Jack-
it was pretty crazy. Scott told me before I got there,
Michael was abble to dig a small tunnel all the way
through to where Jack was. Charlie crawled through it to
help him, only to have the entire thing cave in again!
People were freaking out, especially Kate, and trying to
dig them out, but there was no chance- way too much
dirt and rocks. And then, just when we were about to give
up, they both came walking out of the jungle... ALIVE!
I was caught by surprise at how relieved I was to see them.
I mean, I've only known these people for 10 days, and
when they came walking towards me, I almost cried with
relief. It makes me think we all have a real chance at
making it through this together. Maybe...

Day Ten cont.
Sawyer got stabbed! I don't know who did it, but
I think it was Jack. I saw them getting into it over by
the old infirmary tent- if Kate hadn't walked up at the
last minute, I think they would have brawled.

Larry hit on me again today. He actually told me he
wanted to "ask me out". Uh, out where exactly? I mean what's
he going to do, take me ice skating? Honestly, there is
NO WAY I'd go out with him- I was hoping he'd figure it out
but the guy obviously can't take a hint.

Day 13
I think I saw a whale this morning. I couldn't sleep
again, so I went for a swim-- the water was so glassy it
looked like you could have run across it for miles if only
you were fast enough. I really like the time I get to
myself, early in the morning before any of the others
are awake-- very peaceful and calm. So there I was,
floating in the ocean when I heard a sound like a steam
vent blowing behind me. I turned around and saw this
really huge shape going back under the surface. Scared
the hell out of me, actually, but it was so cool!

Day 14
Boone came to the beach earlier to tell us all that
Jack and Charlie and a few others were all playing
golf. I thought he'd been in the sun too long (he
seems a little soft to me), but I didn't have anything
better to do, so I folloew the crowd as he led us
into the jungle. Sure enough, there they were:
Michael, Charlie, and Jack in the middle of what
Hurley called the "Island Open". I don't know how he
did it, but Hurley managed to build a 2-hole golf
course! It was incredible, people were actually laughing.

Day 14 (cont.)
I had forgotten what laughter sounded like. Everyone
got really into it, even betting on the action--I won an
extra helping of boar meat off Larry when Jack made
his putt-- what a sucker! People are already lined up
to play tomorrow. I never was any good at that game.
But I suppose now I've got the time to practice...

Night 15
After our golf game yesterday, I decided to hang out at
the caves for a while and enjoy my extra serving of
boar meat. We were all having a good time, sitting
around the campfire. Sawyer even broke out a couple of
bottles of airplane booze and cigarettes. Larry was off
behind the fire, staring at us. The guy really creeps me
out. So when everyone else headed back to the beach, I
decided to camp o ut at the caves. It was pretty com-
fortable until Claire woke up screaming. I guess she was
having some sort of nightmare. My sister had the
craziest dreams when she was pregnant. Anyway, after
that, I couldn't fall back to sleep, so I hiked back down
here to the beach where I found Sawyer cozied up with
that chick Kate. Should've walked back with him when I
had the chance.

Night 16
Hurley is out taking names and info from all of us
because someone attacked Claire- and apparently, this
time it wasn't a nightmare. I don't know what good it's
gonna do having a list of our names, but at least maybe
we'll all feel safer- ha! It's scary to think, but we really
don't know who we're stuck on this island with. Someone
could be a pedophile or a drug addict. For all I know,
Larry could be a rapist- if his name even really is Larry.
Gonna have to be a little more careful?

<B>Day 17</b>
My God, we've been sitting here on this island for over two
weeks, sleeping next to people who could be capable of
anything! And I'm never going to turn my back on Larry
again. People aren't always what they seem, if anyone
knows that by now, it's me. I suppose after surviving the
crash I just assumed it couldn't possibly get any worse
here. I'm sure most of us did. We were wrong.

I wasn't prepared for what happened this morning. I got
to the caves to find all hell breaking loose. Before I could
ask what was going on, I saw Sayid on the ground- he
didn't look good at all, but that was nothing compared to

<B>Day 17 (cont.)</B>
the panic going through the camp about Claire (the
pregnant lady) and Charlie- They've been kidnapped!
Everybody is pointing the finger at this creepy guy named
Ethan, but nobody really knows what the hell is going on.
I spent most of the day looking for them with Michael
and a few of the others, but we didn't have any luck. I
knew there was something wrong with this group and now
I have to worry what some sicko is doing to Claire. God, it's
like the nightmare is starting all over again! You can't
tell me that I survived that week in Louisiana to be
thrown back into this again. I told myself every single
day in the hospital that all I had to do was stay alive.
Just survive and make it to the trial. And the rest of my
life would be perfect- that's what this trip was supposed
to be about!

I'll tell you one thing: I'm not going to be a victim. Not
again... no way! From here on out, I'm taking care of
myself and if anyone else tries to pull anything, I'm going
to be ready for them.

<B>Day 22</B>
There is something seriously wrong with this island. I was
woken up this morning by the sound of waves crashing on
the shore- big ones, at least 10 feet. I've spent enough
years in the water to know how the tides work and never,
ever have I seen the tide come up this far this quickly.
Maybe it has something to do with being close to the
equator, but it was as if someone flicked a switch and
turned on the waves. The water line is rising fast- too
fast! The shelters we've fashioned were being swept away
and everyone was in a panic to rescue as much as possible
before it was too late. I had to make sure I saved my
dive bag, (can you imagine if that washed up somewhere
for somebody to open???) and saw that Larry had it in his
hand! I got right in his face, and told him to give it
back right now. He laid some story on about how he was
just trying to help make sure I didn't lose anything- does
he think I was born yesterday?

Day 22 (cont.)
I never thought it was possible, but the plane wreckage
is actually being carried away from the beach! It's as if
the sea is taking what it was owed. I didn't think I would
miss that horrible hunk of twisted metal, but, losing it
makes me feel like we've said goodbye to the real world.
Maybe forever. We're moving to a new camp further up
the beach and out of reach of the waves (at least for
now). Everybody seems to be comfortable there, but not
me. Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it. So
I've decided to stop trying to deny it... and start to get
ready. Each morning I'm swimming a little farther and in
the afternoons I run up hill to the golf course. Getting
stronger- every day. And when I feel like quitting, all I
have to do is remember the consequences of not being
prepared. I'm eating as much as I can, trading anything
and everything for a little extra meat. Need the protien.
Need to keep pushing.

Day 23
I feel awful today. I need more to eat- the fruit and
small amount of fish I've been getting just isn't enough.
What happened to the boar? I only started training
again a few days ago, but I am already exhausted.
Swimming is still easy for me, but my legs burn like fire
every time I run up that hill. I have to stop and lay down
for a while up at the top because I'm too spent to walk
back down again. Yesterday I fell asleep at the top of
the hill and when I woke up it was pitch black. I was just
laying there looking at the stars, feeling safe for the
first time in a long time when something strange
happened. I could have sworn I heard whispering all
around me. I didn't have my dive bag with me, so I fel
even more vulnerable. But let me tell you, the pain in my
legs went away in about one second and I was ready to
fight. But there was nobody there. I didn't like that
feeling at all and I think I made it back to the beach in
about 5 minutes flat! I can't let my guard down like that.
Ever. Not here...

It's not the sister, since the sister went on the hike on Day Two and it doesn't look like the diary writer did.

Given that the diary writer was friends with the woman who drowned, I suspect it's not any of the characters we've ever focused on.

Yeah, that's what I figured as well. Does seem to be a woman though...

I'm curious about the Night 15 entry "I found Sawyer cozied up with that chick Kate". I don't remember that happening in tonight's episode.

Thank you,johnglass, for the text translation. I haven't read the diary lately but I saw a message on another board that the diary reveals the answer to if Jack does or doesn't make his putt that everyone betted on! (answer in Day 14 (cont.) section)

Maybe I'm just tired, but who's "Larry"?

Larry is the token rapist on the island.



I have no idea who he is either.

I can't say for sure, but I get the idea that "Larry" might be Ethan Rom.

He also could just be another no-name that we haven't been introduced to yet.

Where is this Lost diary published?

Wow, I just went to look at the site you linked. That is extremely hard to read, I can't believe you translated all of that. Thanks alot, your version made that much easier to get through!

I took a two week vacation from work and decided just to stay around the house. In case you couldn't tell I'm bored off my ass!!! :D

Between Day 10 and Day 13 there is a noticable improvement in the handwriting in the diary. Doing the translation I actually thought it might have been a second person that picked up the diary-writing at this point.
1) There's a two day gap, the first such gap in the diary
2) The handwriting is much neater
3) There are slight differences in punctuation. For example, pre-day 13 the writer would use single dashes to break up sentences-such as this. Post-day 13 the writer began using double dashes to fragment the sentences-- like I said, slight but noticable.

This damn show has me looking for conspiracies in punctuation. I need to go back to work!

The link is in the first post of this thread.

I updated the diary with the latest entry from last nights show (Day 17). Some more insights into the writer (was on the search team with Michael, was the victim of some crime just before the flight).

Larry the letch is mentioned again. I'm starting to wonder if the diary writer is Chrissy Snow.

Thanks for the update, johnglass! :) I love this show more and more each week.

Updated for the Jan. 05 episode (Day 22). I know I'm probably the only one that enjoys this diary thing, but it's almost like a little subplot to the actual show. Looks like Diary Writer has something to hide like Kate does.

Thanks for the update man. I can't believe this most recent episode takes place 5 whole days after the last one! Thats bizarre that everyone just gave up looking for Claire so easily.

No, I definitely enjoy reading the diary thing. I look forward to coming in to the thread and seeing what's new.

Definitely not the only one - I love coming here to read the diary. :) It's much appreciated. I too really enjoy this subplot - and it gives us a timeline which we would not otherwise have.

I too wonder why they gave up on finding Claire - I keep thinking Locke will come up with a great tracking trick.

New diary entry added (Day 22 cont.). Not much said really. It's just not the same without larry. :(

Who says it has to be a character? To me it just reads like a fun way for an episode synopsis. Which are typically boring to read. This makes it interesting and gives the highlights.

Updated for tonight episode (Day 23). Another dull entry, the only real item of interest being the diary writer heard the whispering in the woods. I hope this dam diary picks up!!!