How many of ya missed me? C'mon, gotta be a few of ya missin my smart ass round here.

Had a helluva time last night. Ain't never been so wired! It's a damn wonder I made it to school at all.

So, uh, aside from the Rangers suckin it up and losing hardcore...Anything interestin happen here?

Back to school already. Shit sucks. Ain't got baseball to distract me no more or anythin like that. Least I can watch the playoffs, but I still gotta deal with school and all. Bullshit. Close to bein done, at least...

Yo, uh, Hiram. Wanna, uh...go to a movie with me?

I've been having some of the weirdest damn dreams...Maybe I'm eating weird shit before bed, I dunno, but it's making life weird. Maybe I'm just stressed.

Tch, what do I care? I don't buy that Freud crap anyway.

((OOC: ...So I decided to quit typing out his accent in network posts. *derp*))

Hey Matt. How have you been lately? I have not heard from you too much. Maybe we should get lunch some time? After your finals are over, of course. If you need any help with your finals, too, I have read about a lot of things, so... you could ask if you want.

Whoeva' sent those flowers out? Ain't funny. And, uh, thanks ta everyone else.

Matt, how are your injuries? Are you better yet?

I... noticed you said you would go with the school's Gurren club. This is a bad idea.

If you have to go, be careful. You guys are going to bet into some trouble, I can feel it already.

Maggie

This gang shit? Gettin' old. None'a 'em had betta' even get close ta me. What th'hell even started this crap?

...Whateva'. Got betta' things to worry 'bout than some weak punks.

Yo, uh, guess I'm new hea'. Ya can call me Matt. Jus' moved hea' from Boston. So, uh, this podunk li'l school has a baseball team, right? It betta' or I'm gonna be pissed.