<p>No school tomorrow. </p>
<p>What should I do with my day off? After the last three days of doing absolutely nothing, I feel like being productive.</p>
<p>I wish I had connections. I only know Canada.</p>
<p>You should make a sandwich tomorrow.</p>
<p>Ah, but I all ready made a sandwich today. </p>
<p>Connections would be nice.</p>
<p>Waltz with Bashir. All of you. Off to the theaters. Now.</p>
<p>Not until I see Push. The Sundance one, not the sucky one with Dakota Fanning.</p>
<p>Neither I nor my parents have our W2 forms yet. This is really frustrating.</p>
<p>Of course. And then you’ll watch Waltz with Bashir.</p>
<p>I need to fortify my room so my sister doesn’t take it when I leave for college. Padlocks, deadbolts, the whole deal.</p>
<p>Would she plaster your walls with High School Musical posters? If so, I would invest in a minor alarm system.</p>
<p>She’s past that stage, thankfully. Mostly pictures of Robert Pattinson, Paris, beaches, and her stupid friends. It’s inevitable that I’m losing the room, unfortunately. Stupid siblings.</p>
<p>Gross. Tag the walls. Join a gang and have them tag the walls.</p>
<p>Nah, instead I’m just letting the room get as messy as possible with all of the stuff I’m not bringing to college. That way, she’ll at least have to clean it up before she takes it over. Boxes of crackers, stacks of old books, random papers. It’s coming along quite nicely.</p>
<p>Crackers? Is that code for meth or something? </p>
<p>Lollerskatez. And g’night mates. I hate school. I have too much crap to do.</p>
<p>G’night.</p>
<p>And yes, it is code for meth.</p>
<p>I stayed up too late again. I need to quit doing this.</p>
<p>No one on the corner has swagga like us.</p>
<p>I bet you all wish you went to a school where people wear sunglasses without lenses.</p>
<p>I don’t have to wish.</p>
<p>Oh, diversity.</p>
<p>People get all worked up at my school when someone wears a scarf. Apparently, there is only one way to dress.</p>
<p>I had to go to the silly school board meeting tonight so they could recognize me for being National Merit Commended. That’s a big honor in my school, I guess. They usually only have one student per year who gets it, but this year there were two of us. Yay.</p>
<p>So you got a letter and stuff? </p>
<p>I hate shopping for pants.</p>
<p>OMG you guys need to help me.</p>
<p>With ?</p>