I am at home.

As I sit on the hall computer, Listening to Kelley MacD talking to asain #17, reading the very addicting group hug, smelling the wonderful odor of man-sweat and thinking about how senioritis has highjacked my whole being, I reflect upon the day.

Oh dear Matt Flint, Oh John Major, why is it so easy?

It's easy to make fun of you two

I'm not truly sure why I do

You're both so damn lame

It's really a shame

That I don't look for a challenge anymore.

My shoe is ripped and beyond repair, But that doesn't really matter because I wouldn't have had it repaired anyway. I think that it is the wet weather that did it.

I'm becoming a bit disgusted with how little I have to try in school. I dick around, I don't pay attention in class and then I read the chapter and make a 100 on the test the next day. RIDICILUZ

I'm so bored. I don't that that I said a single thing seriously. I didn't try too hard on my poetry so DONT DIS..

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That damn defensive snake always gets in the way of my posting.

I will now leave you with this....

Mouse, Mouse

Metal and all.

A purple plastic of a ten's worth. A ten's is paper green so matter the matter but without a formula. But speak it not to the nation man of the same color as the paper, MIND you, you won't understand him. The movie plays without a watcher. What a great life-dea. It's there without purpose but need not to continue to play.  But bound by things to do so. Metal and all. Speed is progress. But speedy progress is sloppy, like obese lovin'. Which remind me of fried chicken, which is sure to be involved. Like a TWO girls ONE progression. New year should be with the beginning of spring. ihjyu7gftcgl; Articulation of the mind, the pride but never to show what's inssssssssssside. Ride, Ride along the beat-off path. Be sad and fail. Be happy and (2) suprised when you fail.

That is all, my CrunchBerries.

-Captain OUT