I am here, in my home, sitting in the kitchen (where our computer is kept) at the computer desk, dying. Well, not really, but you get the idea. I'm like, "whoa." I don't really know what's going on. Well, I do, but you know what I mean. I'm thinking that, if I were to go and start cleaning my room right now, I could actually accomplish something today. And then, maybe later tonight I'd sit in my freshly cleaned and vaccumed (it needs to be vaccumed) room, and do my homework. Wouldn't that be cool? And then, with my homework completed I could go to bed early! And I'd wake up tommorrow morning feeling like I could take on the world. And at school I'd be attentive and I'd understand my math class. What do you think?

I broke up a fight between these two girls today. Well, actually I watched them fight until they fell on the ground then I pulled the one girl off of the other. It was pretty funny. And then I got called down to talk to *finger to lip* Schroder at the end of sicth period. And then, I got called out of band to talk to a police cop. And incidently I saw Officer Jacoby in the office while I was there and I said, "Look out! He's got a gun!" and pointed at him. It was very. . . [enter word that I can't think of that means to remember and take yourself back to the past].

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:41 PM