Thursday

In my own personal Hell my alarm goes off every two minutes for eternity. Cheerios again this morning. My mom tried to force cantaloupe on me, but I just can’t eat that stuff. Run through the parking lot. Also, in my own personal Hell Mr. Yama is my teacher, spouting Japanese algorithms. I am so tired I start fantasizing about him turning into a dragon and eating my father, or someone closely resembling my father. In Science Dave and I tried not to blow each other up completing our rocket. We launch next Tuesday. In study period we had a sub so I played win, lose or draw on the chalkboard. We just took notes in History. Apparently baseball was becoming America’s pastime. Practice was easier. We took it easy because of the meet on Saturday, but I still managed to beat a 185 pounder. Tacos for dinner! Totally rad! Called Stacey. She’s in for the party but can’t come to the meet ‘cause her little brother’s got basketball. Blah blah blah. I think I’ll study, wait, no I think I won’t. Duck Hunt, here I come.