Survival is a lot harder than it looked on TV

Dear Diary,
I haven't really written in you in a while so I'm really sorry about that. Most of the pages here are filled with dancing routines and stuff and I haven't really had time to write anything like this down for a while. Oops.
 
Anyway, wowee it has been a hard day. Like usually I say that when I had to do a lot of lifting before a show or when I sprain my ankle because of a messed up jump but this time I really mean it. The ship crashed. It fell out of space and now I'm stuck on an island with a few other survivors. They're an alright bunch, but some of them are a little odd. Mark keeps talking about this like it's a really fun gap year as opposed to a tragedy where people died. It's really worrying, and I think he needs therapy.
 
Oh! I also accidentally stole a Solarian's light ball from around his head when I passed out from banging my head and now I can make a cutlass out of light when I concentrate really hard, but I had to unlock it first. It's looks kinda like a star, but you can't cook anything on it or make it into anything but a sword so I've been a little lost on what to do with it to be honest. I use swords when I dance, but I can't say that there's much need for dancing right now.
 
There's a Raxilite among the survivors who is really smart and knows how to work technology and we went fishing to see if our makeshift pole could work and it actually did! Jars said that he could maybe build a spaceship out of here so I might not miss Star Search if we are good enough.
 
I miss everyone back home already, and I can't even text them to let them know that I'm ok. I hope they don't think I'm dead.
 
Stay Fresh,
Lissi