Lalala, 2003-10-06 -- 8:48 p.m.

Dear Diary, nothing mcuh happened at school, but quite a bit on the walk home...

First, at Washington, Sara and I asked these two seventh grade boys "Hi, is the volleyball team playing today? Do you know if the 7th or 8th grade is a home?" It was seventh, then when we were walking away they asked what school we went to and when we said Reeves, they started making fun of us and sayning "ghetto" and "eastside" and doing all of these wierd hand motions, so I said "Well, this is how we do it at Reeves, and flipped him off".

hahahahahahha

Then this guy was like 20 yards behind us, and he caught up, he is a ninth grader, and a big fat ugly dork one, and we talked to him, because we are polite, and he like lives in my neighborhood, so we walked down a different street until he was out of sight so he doesn't know where I live.

Sara and I watched Cry-Baby. She loves it, and wants to be Wanda, just like Max. Eden had a super genius idea, that we can be cry baby people for Halloween, Max and I are being squares, I am being alison vernon Williams, Ray can be Cry-baby, Sara Wanda, and Jas Lenora.

--Eden

P.s. I am going to change my template.