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Sorry for the posting hiatus. I've been busy with big boy things, recently.

Prom was good, I don't care what you say. I agree that it might not've been the ideal "Prom Experience", but it was certainly a nice time to talk to people and reminisce about the old times before we all get shoved out into that big, delicious world out there. I wish I had some pictures to post, but Kaita and Jack have them all. I should get some.

Everyone was complaining that it sucked. I can understand, I guess. The music was not in good taste or even loud enough to dance to, but the weather was nice, people looked nice, the food was nice, and I got to dress up. I even saw dolphins. Hooray, dolphins. All in all, I give it 8/10 stars. I would give it a 10/10, but Matt Lyons and Eric Carlin were there, so...yeah, I've giving it an 8.

Kaita didn't come to school today on account of she's sick. I was pretty quiet all day on account of she's the only one that laughs at my jokes. I skipped Johnny Jones' 4th period math class on account of...he just stinks. I went down to Mr. Mayer's band room to see a bunch of skinny white kids with hair like Florence Henderson.

"Florence Henderson: The Original Emo Boy"

(...Thanks, Kaita.)

Anyway, they sounded horrible. Plus, Mr. Mayer, a full-grown man (allegedly...) had a mental breakdown in the middle of Band class and started mumbling and pacing and crying. Maybe. I think he was crying. I hope he was crying.

Muh. I was hoping I'd avoid Senioritis this year, but I had to switch priorities to protect against Swine Flu (not to be confused with Swink Flu) and now I'm pretty much the stereotypical teenager: lazy, fat, and broke. I've sort of lost all motivation for school. That's not to say that I've let my grades slip, though. I have the best grades right now than I've had all year! It's just, with the year winding down and teachers scrambling for meaningless assignments (Portfolios, anyone?), I guess I've lost the fire. Plus, the Panthers missed the playoffs and I don't have much to look forward to after I drop Kaita off after school. I don't think I'm depressed, I just think that I'm tired.

I came home and fell asleep. Then I woke up and thought my dog was dead. I froze. What happens when my dog dies? I think I'd call my mom and ask her to do something about it. I've got a soft spot for my dog. Well. Maybe it's not TOO soft. I guess I don't want to be around when he kicks the bucket. He's a cool old weiner dog. He used to be perky and svelte, like this:

But now he's old and lumpy and fat, like this:

Er, I guess that's not so much "old". I couldn't find a picture of an old fat weiner dog. Thanks, Google.

I just deleted my Internet history because I'd feel weird if my mom found this.

That kid has a nice rack.

-J

PS - Sorry for the sloppy format today. For some reason this dumb website won't let me put a break after "8" and before "Muh.". Just pretend it looks nice.