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A piece of cheese lies on the computer desk taking up elbow room from him. He should really move it, but......he doesn't feel like it(brain occupied by lovely thoughts of katie). So he raises his arm to scratch his head thinking of what to say in this short story of what goes on in his mind. And this is basically it, just a bunch of third-person talking and random thoughts of wat happened today or stuff that's bothering him. I'd solve all his problems if i wasn't so lazy. That strange guy sitting in my black cushoined chair is now writing a feeble attempt of a journal entry, wow!!!exclamation point!!! It's amazing how much time he spends on this, but refuses to finish up the homework he'll probably end up doing all night. He's so frustrated with the never infinite amounts of homeowork. These teachers at central sure are motivated, but by what I'll never know. He's always occupied with school or track( no time for the good things in life) and he can't seem to get better at both. Maybe he should just quit while he's at it right???question mark????? The world isn't meant for him to succeed, but he tries anyway. So just for the heck of it he tries and fails. Meh, I'll show them.