I saw Oprah at a Sexy Party...
Man school is no fun. I got my report card and got straight B's except for Creative Writing... 74. That bastard takes off points for being tardy to class. I have an I in Speech... I'm probably going to fail, though. This weekend was awesome. Clayton came down and we went cruising around town and such. PJ got his mom's KB. Oh shit, nigga! Which reminds me... I almost beat the shit outta this black kid in my art class. I don't really know him and he was staring shit with me. He's fat and slow... and stupid. I could take him. I would have right then too, but the little fucker kept backing away after I threw my backpack down. He ran up behind Mrs. Wilson and a bunch of security guards and was like "WHAT BITCH! HIT ME!!" I was like fuck this faggot. Shane came up to me after school on Friday and was like "WHOS THAT BITCH THATS BEEN FUCKIN' WITH YOU?!?!" And I was like "Richard Estupidass or some shit." He was like "Don't even worry about it. I'll handle this myself." I was happy. EeeEeE! Xavi tried to fight him and he did the same thing he did to me... ran up behind Mrs. Wilson. Little bastard underclassmen. Argh. Oh well. Friday night was a little weird. Ryan is kinda creepy. Hmm.. OH I GOT MY HOMECOMING PICTURES!! EEE!!!