Its tuesday. I missed school yesterday with a case of the mondays. Also, Im 15 now. You know what that means. In 364 short days, Nathaniel Lloyd Wilkie will be able to drive. Alone. In a car. Leagally. You should start panicing. In other news, the Red wings lost, which is bad. But, on the brighter side of things, I’m beating the jew 2-1 with 1:40 left to go in game 1 of the Stanley Cup Table Hockey Finals, Season number…..shit…i dont know. Either way, im winning, and jew’s losing, and this is all good.

In the Words of Jack Handy:
“I wish I had a Kryptonite cross, because then you could keep both Dracula AND Superman away.”

Oh yes, thats the shit.

Speaking of shit, why the hell am i swearing all of the sudden? Do i think im cool or somthing? Don’t i know that it just make me look like an arrogent, slef-centered, disrespectful re-tard? And who the hell puts a hyphen in re-tard? God damn, im hungry.

-But mommy! I want ice cream!
|Mood: If an ant came up to you, and was wearing a blue hat, what would you do?
|04.25.04 3:56 am
|I love the weekend. Partly because both the days start with S, but mainly because of the lack of sholastic activity. I doubt i used sholastic in the right context, but you know what i mean. Friday after shcool i want to Birmingham with an old friend, Emily, from roeper. We had good fun. Very much good fun. Then my sister took me to a party, and i had better fun. Very better fun. I still smell like illegal. Today, i did nothing, and liked it. I would do more nothing tomarrow, but i have a People to People meeting to attend. The weekend is half over, and thats depressing, and that means somthing, cause im not the easily depressed type. I was supposed to play hockey with friends today, but i didn’t get home form last night until it was too late.

In the words of Jack Handy:

“I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he’d spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he’d yell out, “Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!” We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.”