Nothing really happend today. Do you know what stinks? I have band ensembles. And there's this one kid in eigth grade who's messed up. He smokes, swears, and probably does stuff I don't know about. And I have to go to his house to Practice. His name is John. Every sentence (not in front of Ms. Haburay) he says a swear word. For example, "The ____ dog ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ runs ___ fast ___ ____ _____ ___ which is good." That would be a typical sentence for him. He wanted to get together on Sunday, but I told him I had church and can't do anything on Sundays, so he got mad. I have to go to his house tommorow. Ahhhhhh!