GAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR
davon sucks so bad. ugh. we fought like all night. we're cool now, but jeeze. the concert was nice. we made an emergency trip to rescue stranded band members that had already been rescued. victator went to the hospital last night. his tummy is broked. aaaaannnnndddddd, THERE WAS FROST ON MY WINDSHIELD THIS MORNING. SEET. it was exciting, even though it made me a little bit late. the cal test was ok. fun. vern and i skipped half of practice today. and my dad bought fudge addressed to "grandma's" and from "fudge." errr, that liquid tension experiment is pretty cool. band concert tomorrow night. i'm trying to decide whether to go to the choir concert or church on thursday. i told mr. p i'd be there and it IS a holy day of obligation. eh. ok. i'm schmeepy. goodnight hoes.
p.s. i'm getting pretty good at typing. i'm not looking at my fingers alot, but i sure am backspacing a bunch.
p.p.s. i hate gossip. tyler's aunt came up to me at the concert and said, "i've been hearing some bad things about you lately." wtfidon'tcaresuckadick. ugh. everyone just fucking leave me alone.
p.s. i'm getting pretty good at typing. i'm not looking at my fingers alot, but i sure am backspacing a bunch.
p.p.s. i hate gossip. tyler's aunt came up to me at the concert and said, "i've been hearing some bad things about you lately." wtfidon'tcaresuckadick. ugh. everyone just fucking leave me alone.