Today, the nine of us ran through the sprinklers. I couldn't sit down on the bus home, because my sopping wet jeans would make me look like I peed on the bus seat.
Anthony, we need a NOMUF mascot.

Playing in the park today was fun. I wish I could do that everyday.
"Mom, I skipped math today."
"What? What were you doing that was so important?"
"Playing in the park. Nothing was going on in math, anyway."
"Well, okay."
"Could be worse. Most people skip math to go and smoke crack."
"And you skipped class to play on swings?"
"Yes."
"Are you on crack?"
"No, mom!"

Man, I am in "artiste mode"! Seriously, I started working with colour and I created my favourite drawing to date, and I seem to be in a very poetic state of mind. However, it is not the strange, sad, moody poetry and art that by creating just makes one feel more depressed. It is an expression of all the weird things in my soul and my dreams, and I love them all.
You sit and worry about yourself,
Not a care to the rest of us.
I hope your selfishness eats away at you,
So that my soul can take your place.
One less pitiful, useless, self absorbed being
For the rest of us to lug around.
See how much more one can express when one does so through poetry?
Mah, I love each and everyone of you. None of you are selfish or full of self pity. You all rock! *flowers, flags, and kittens for all*

Ugh...my scalp hurts from French braids...
And now for a poem.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Anthony, if you don't stop bugging me about pictures, I will shoot you!

Oooh, Village of the Damned is on.
Holy crap, those kids are freaky.
I want them to eat my soul.