Right, so about math killing my life away...yep, TOTALLY IS. Stupid track meets cutting in to my learning time, JEEZ! Granted, Ms. Reyes is a douche who purposely taught fifteen MILLION lessons while I was gone because she hates me (it's because I'm black *cough*when it suits me*cough*). And while I was doing some work from the stuff she taught while I was gone, I did everything COMPLETELY wrong just to spite her. I hope she sees how retarded I was being when I was working those problems out and has many, muchos heart attacks.

My mother made God macaroni and cheese. No lie, suckas! Like, this mess was drenched in m-fing grated cheese! GRATED! It seems my mother is reverting back to her house-slave days (joking, joking...besides she would've been working in the cotton fields...haha, and another one!). I'm sure Alexis would now like to tell me how much fat content was in the (unproportioned) proportion I ate. Freaking Alexis, man, but I'm sure the next time I drink a Diet Coke she'll call me anorexic. You just can't win with Africa...I mean, Alexis.

My birthday is tomorrow...don't care? Well, that makes two of us. I am kind of pumped about being able to legally see rated R movies. I'm ready to bust out my ID (even if the movie person doesn't ask for it...which they won't because, I mean, they're only being paid to do their job) and be all like, "In yo mama's face" and then drop kick them (through the freaking movie theater glass...because I'm hardcore like that)! Yeah, that's TOTALLY what's going to happen.

My dad is still trying to avoid watching Rent with my mom and me. But I think tonight might just be the night. If he tries to get out of it again I'll bust a Dane Cook super gay crab nightmare and scream "NOT AGAIN" and then I'll bust a Chuck Norris and windmill kick him in the face.

Yeah, so I'm out.

Nope, I'm a liar. Mustard Plug is a SWEET band! And they are correct: skanking by numbers IS (in fact) the only way to dance.

Now I'm out!