"tell me, just what you want me to be."

today was grand. we got out of practice an hour early. me and laur went to br. but before getting ice cream, bryan made us go get him cigerettes. i did not want to do this, but i thought whatev and so we went on our mission. the first gas station looked at my liscense and was like no sorry. peace out. so then we went to another place on they way laura cut some guy off and we almost died. fun times. but the next guy, chi, was way cool. he was puerto rican and let us buy the cigerettes. but he didn't believe that they weren't for us. that angered me. what else angered me is that he guessed our ages. he said i was 17 and laura was 19. why the hell does people always think shes older then me? shes like 10 feet shorter. but whatev. so then we went back got our ice cream, hid bryan's lighter to annoy him and left.

tomorrow is hump day and i'm really excited. we don't have any practice after tokeneke which elates me. i once wrote a poem in 8th grade called elated monkeys. i will find it and post it for y'all later. i know you will enjoy it. there is a commercial that just came on with a lady saying, "living with genital herpes is a nightmare..." i found that quite humorous. my dad changed the channel. obviously he did not. otis is sleeping soundly upon the bed. i wish to kiss his nose. he's such a muffin, why does he have to bite people? thursday of this week is the junior senior b-ball game. gay. we might cheer for halftime. gay. faggity ann. oh laur. homeless terry bernard is such a faggot. abbie and laura make up wonderful things for me. i cannot wait until vacation. i am going to get cancer everyday. and guess what, i'm excited for it. i cannot help my addiction. no. i cannot. neither can kendall or natalie or any others who wish to join us. laura will be busy getting fresh cancer in california, while i have to settle for boxed cancer. oh well. it'll do.

this has become quite a long entry. longer then expected. i will begin the termination process. i had home fries for breakfast. they were from mama carmela's. damn. they were good. how i would enjoy a plate of them at this very moment. but alas. i am home fry-less. i don't believe anyone will read as far as this. therefore, i will now end my entry. goodbye cruel cruel world. the bucket of water has officially been dumped on my head. oh what a world what a world. i guess we are no longer in kansas, otot. whoa. that's like toto backwards. but short for otis. impressive. i might add.