Tell me if you can understand.

Hung out with Brandon and an old Orangewood chum Derrick, that was tonight, and we played this game called murder, almost like tag, but guessing who did it in between tags, In The Dark.

That’s what makes it fun. (I almost got my nose broken, and I’m not Exaggerating.)

Sarah’s sent me two letters. The second was better. I liked it. I’ve written her two so far but haven’t sent them. I want to have a trilogy of them to send at one time I’ll probably write it tomorrow.

I told Mike the things that annoyed me about him and it went well.

Brandon and Sarah can never annoy me like anyone else. It’s just weird.

This is a neutral entry, This is the entry where you go “Eh”. Or, when you fart, and it’s just a little “poot”.

I hate those. Not fulfilling at all.

If Sarah, or even Brandon, were a fart, I’d say they’d be everlasting, a glorious “BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT”.

Isn’t that glorious?