so.. i went to practice. i was ok. espically at lunch. colin.. i swear. that kid is my fucking hero. i dunno. whats going on. .. can you tell me? i had so much fun last night. " now bring me a pink slug to sacrifice to the God of Table Tops!" - Stonie. why he would say this to me is beyond my knowledge, because.. i have no idea what the god of the table tops is. i should be bathing. someone said they heard i write well. now tell me. is this good writing? cuz i really thought it was me just explaining myself to myself. i mean i know im probably never gonna go back and read through these entries. not unless i get nostalgic. a lot of them are song lyrics. i didnt realize. im so sad. and hungry. smelly and tired. and cold. now i know what the homeless feel like.