S.S.'s Journal

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First of all, this is a journal. Second of all, I'll donkey-kick you into next month if you read this!

Nov., 19, 2012
Yo!

School was like killa today! Yeah, I'm in my happay mood right now! So... uh.... yeah. Well, I was just talkin' to my friend about tractors ('cause I want one!), but apprently I was borin' him to death. Sorry 'bout that Manny. Well all of a sudden, I see this ghoul swagger down the hallway. She was so describable, but all I could say was, she was darn gorgeous. Oh my, oh my! She made my day! She winked and me showed a smile. I smiled back, but this is when the bad part happens. I leaned my darn ol' chair back, and I smacked that dad-gummit ground! She came up to me in horror and said, "Like oh my grawd! Are you like okay?" I told her I was fine, but she insisted I lied. She brought me to the nurse. I was kinda dizzy and I was 'bout to black-out. Then BOOM! I blacked-out!

The nurse told me the results. She said, "Boy, you should be lucky this ghoul brought you here. You apparently had a minor, but serious, concusion. Be grateful she brought you here!"

WOW!

I'm in love with her! I need to find out her name, though. After school I tried to ask her, but she ignored me and left. I found out she was running late for her after-school job. Apparently, she works for some love radio station or somethin' like that. I listened to the WHOLE thing for 3 hours straight until she closed out.

When I went home, I told my parents. Though, it took me awhile because I didn't want Peter to hear. Peter's my little bro. He's in like 8th grade, I think. I was okay with Woodlila around though. She about to turn one. She wouldn't understand. My only issue was Peter being around. I told my dad first. I thought maybe it would turn into a father-son conversation. Well sure enough, it did! He was telling me about his first crush in middle school (who was the same in high school), and it was mom! WOW! Dad knew Mom since like 6th grade!

I could keep on and keep on writin', but I rather not.

Deuces!