Someone broke into my old grade school this morning and pulled the fire alarm at 6:30 in the morning. On Christmas Eve, someone checked out the book, "The Stalker" in a kid in my sister's class's name. Either my grade school has some huge and intelligent mice, or there are some incredibly bored and stupid high school kids in Cheltenham. C'mon a fire alarm? I think the mice would have come up with something better.

Obviously, you kids are so rich that you can afford to waste mommy and daddy's money to pay for your underage drinking habits, instead of using it to better your time and your mind. I wish I had some of that. Since you have so much, toss it my way, and it will go to something useful--like COLLEGE!

Get a clue.

I both love and hate being sick. I love it because you have the excuse to sleep all day, and no one bothers you. I hate it because I feel like shit. Grr. Just a grr day.