Sunday, September 15, 2013

why do blog posts have to have titles anyway. real diary entries don't

Today we went to tennis as usual, and I made the tennis pro team. Just kidding. Me and S were subtly dancing to the ridiculous music that the equally ridiculous people were playing at the stage. Poor little brutha H was angry because he had to stand on the sunny side of the court. Then we went to Wally-Mart for a rice cooker. And then we went home and then we went out agian to visit somebody at the hossy-pittle. We stayed for too long and I had to get home quickly and finish some school junk. I finished it a few minutes ago and I'm like YEAH.

Z is playing the loudest games on Earth. Whammo aka H is just being a little brat today and S is being S.

Good eeeeevening Gentlemon XD

N