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August 25~ Monday

I decided- skippin' out on punishment on Friday: BAD MOVE!

Conner, Ang and me showed at The Max, but after only 'bout an hour of bustin' on the dance floor, the scene got boring.

We went to Jack' (the party store on the corner) 'n usin' Conner's trust fake ID, bouth ourselves some beer.

Then he drove us to the park 'n we hung out, shootin the ounces back. I don't 'member much after that; it's all hazy.

Saturday morning, (well saturday afternoon) I woke up by Conner's pool... I'll spare you the hung over details...

About four hours and many glasses of water and ten Motrin later, Mom called to bitch me out for leaving. i ain' too sure it was worth it.


August 26~ Tuesday

I can't beleive it! 'Member Carly Linstrom? (the stupid bitch who walks around like a goddess)? She has a thing for Devon!

Yeah, Devon Rooney, that pathetic thing I call a step- brother. Well, if you ask me, she ain't got a chance. She's too clean cut and all Devon wants is to get down her pants. That's Devon's type- if you don't put out, then he don't want you.

~*~*~*Later~*~*~*

Just got word on Conner: For ditching detention on Friday, he only got another few days added to his week of detentions. That lucky SOB. Normally, they'd toss him and that blue head of his out the door for a day or two to set an example for the rest of the students.


August 28~ Thursday


Bored as hell

Outta my mind

I'm lookin for excitement

That I know I won't find.

I stare at the clock

As I sit on my ass

Coutin' down the minutes

To the end of class

I gaze out the window

Watchin the big green tree

Why am I in this prison?

I thought it was a free country!

Don't assign me homework

That you know I won't do

And I don't really care

How this poem offends you

Shut up you bitch woman

I don't care wha tyou have to say

Don't try 'n hold me after class

Cux you know I ain't gonna stay.

That's my poem for English.


August 29~Friday

English teacher not happy with poem + Mom not happy with poem = Big trouble.

My stupid ass English teacher called my parents and read them my poem. She said it was 'inappropriate' and 'a disturbance to the rest of the studenst learning enviroment.'

Mom and Jackson (Devon's dad) weren't too impressed either. I got a lecture. Mom said "I didn't raise any child of mine to be disrespectful and vulgar." Then, she said; get this "You are definately your father's child. Too bad you'r not like Devon." Devon! Devon! I would never in a million years, wanna be like that stupid mother fucker in my life! If I was like him, I'd kill myself!


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