SUMMERVILLE

   Yeah, so in one of my last blog posts, I acted all bitchy and stuff, but, really, I was pissed off. But whatever. So... I'm at my best friend Sarah's place, hanging out with her, my bro, and her two brothers, since I'm a loser and have nothing better to do on the weekends. But they're pretty awesome, and, well, it's never boring at her place.

   Kitty's sister, for those of you who know her on here, ended up in the hospital 'cause of anorexia. You readin' this, Kits? I'm not gonna say that everything is going to be fine, 'cause what would be the point of that? I'm not psychic, but I'm here for you, and my phone got hooked back up, so you can call anytime you need me. Friends look out for friends.

    On a lighter topic; summers coming up fast, and I really can't wait till I can get some freedom. No more homework, Mrs. Beaver-Face, and assholes like Garret Cole, whom I've spoken of often and with total loathing. Though I think that I could give up summer vaca just to break that pointy little nose of his and wipe that god damned sneer off his face, but I guess I'll just stick to a pool and sunscreen.

   And with summer comes one of my other friends, Liz! I wrote another blog about her and her little sisters birthday party and sneaking out to Jacks conveinent store around midnight. As long as neither of us are grounded (which would be cool, since one or both of us are usually in trouble for some innocent, but not in the adults' eyes, mischief.) I can see her in Oregon City, where I, myself, had lived up until I was six, and she can come to Salem!

    Yup, nothing better than beach, babes, and balls--the ones you can toss around. Um, okay, I guess in theory you could toss the other kind around, but I meant sport balls. Oh, never mind.

     So, anyways, I should probably go, 'cause I can feel a dirty joke coming on. Ciao.