12. July. 2007.
Sorry, I haven't written in a while. I've actually been having a lot of fun. For the Fourth, I went to a funeral. I didn't know her too well so it wasn't that bad. I was just really hungry because we had to drive for four hours and leave early, and I skipped breakfast, so my stomach was making a bunch of funny noises when the priest was speaking.
Okay. I was tested. I'm not Nightcrawler.
I'm working on my Kitty skills. Right now, I can go through water. But if exceeds eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit than I can't do it.
Me and Michelle are talking again. She got me a better birthday present, or really, a make-up present. So she has redeemed herself. I don't really remember what it was though. Maybe a gift card. I don't know.
I'm starting high school in the fall.
I am not Nightcrawler.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
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