Hello Peoples.

It's a cloudy, yet satisfyingly warm Saturday afternoon. I sit here in my dark basement playing online poker and listening to music. My day has been less than productive. It consisted of watching a Solitary marathon and eating Laughing Cow Cheese (American Swiss) and Crackers. I'm on cloud 9 over the fact that I don't have much homework this nice weekend. Just a book report. And by the way, the book is amazing. It's entitled "Big Mouth and Ugly Girl", by Joyce Carol Oates. It was about a boy who makes a seemingly harmless joke that two students misinterpret. The boy (who nicknames himself Big Mouth) is arrested until a tall, gangly and athletic girl (who nicknames herself Ugly Girl) testifies on his behalf. The pair become friends and eventually fall in love as the big mouth endures many challenges. It was quite satisfactual.

Today I cut myself. The clementines on our counter were looking slightly brown (and tasted disgusting) so mother gave me permission to cut it open, then throw it away. One of my main philosophies is The Bigger, The Better. So I instinctively grabbed the biggest knife I could find. I stab one clementine with the knife, then start cut open the other one with the first clementine still on the point of the knife. The stubborn clementine refuses to be cut, so my finger goes instead. I feel the cut and look down to see split skin. I'm relieved for one millisecond, only to see blood start gushing out. Then the pain sinks in. I scream for Paigethix (my nickname for my younger sister, who occasionally acts like an embecile.) She of course thinks I'm trying to fool her with ketchup, but by the sight of my screeching, she knew better. We went up to the bathroom, ran the finger under cold water, as Paige called mom (whom I just got off the phone with.) Slabbed a Band-Aid (Along with an excessive amount of Neosporin) and now my finger, though still hurting is on its road to recovery. Just another day.....

Color Me Gone,

Zach