Pirate day, kids.

Yuz, today is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Go here --> http://www.talklikeapirate.com Yeah, click it. Click. Click, click, click. CLUCK. I'm a chicken.

I didn't really talk like a pirate today, so I'll start typing like one.

Aye, todeh wus ariet. Oi coulda ben mor' loike moisoilf, but oim havin' ay beet of trubbel doin' 'at.
(Yes, today was alright. I could have been more like myself, but I'm having a bit of trouble doing that.)

HAHA. I won't do that throughout the entire journal, since you wouldn't understand half of it, most like.

My junior friendish who was gonna bring me a CD.. yeah, didn't see him. Not on the bus, either. Oh well? I'm annoying my other junior friend, I think--Jesse. I feel bad. I'll stop tugging at his hair. He pinched me. A few times. It hurt. But at least I'm not a guy, 'cause then he'd give me a "purple nurple", like he does to Abel and Zuma. Kinda. Zuma and I finally seem like friends! It's happy. He's helping me with.. er... that guy wanting to ask me to homecoming. Muaha! I still really don't want to go.

I am, at least, being my weird self again. But, uh, if I act badly, or unusually, let's just call it 'transition'.

BAM.

G'dah, ye scurvy dogs!
(Good day, you scurvy dogs!)

I'm a real pirate, arr! Since I can spell like one! Kinda..

-ToasTer-