It’s January 17. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it, but it’s so nice to be free of the sticky-sweet sentimental cheese of Justin’s world. It was definatally a learning experience, but that’s just about the extent of it. At last I can have my own opinions again: I can make fun of Star Trek, I can listen to rap music, and I can openly chear for the Oakland Raiders. So there.

Being homeschooled is more nice than anything. I’m free of the petty, self-conscious world of “Average Teenagers.”

Amy got baptised.

Kyle got baptied.

Little Jon is weird.

My seminary teacher, Sister Kinnaird, is worse.

It’s 2:42 PM.


<3 In the Market <3