Boring thots abt my backpack

So, that schoolday I've been tellin' U all abt. It finally ended. My last class of the day, the teacher was all, "OK, folks! U have yr assignments. I'll C U here again 2morrow." As we were leaving the class, I was thinking, "Whoooo...I'm so glad 2day is over!" Just then, a fellow student whose name I may or may not share w/U l8r was like, "Hi, April!" Then she stood by my locker as I got my books 2gether and asked me, "Have U got that history essay 2 write?" After noticing that every single other student in the hall had gone in2 silhouette, I sed, "Yeah--an' a test 2 study 4 an' a science project 2 finish an' a book 2 review." Then, after I'd loaded up my backpack, I put it on me while shouting out "GRUNT!" Which is, like, sumthing all the kids in grade 11 R doing this yr. Then, while hunched with my torso almost perpendicular 2 the floor (cuz my backpack was heavy), I felt sweat droplets dripping from my face, my tung hung out, and I had this boring thot: "...Sometimes I feel like I have the w8 of the world on my shoulders."

Mike, I never suggested that MOM isn't my mother--only raised the poss that Dad's not my father. All yr "proofs" (even the lies, like yr insistence that I 8 rite out of the fridge, I don't know Y it's so important 2 U that U wanna spread that lie) are "Mom" tr8's--even puns, which I am making a conscious effort 2 avoid. EFFORT. It doesn't mean it alwayz works. But remember, Mom is a Richards, and she puns, 2. Say, MayB the fact that I don't WANT 2 pun supports my theory that I'm not a Patterson. U've got the pun gene from both sides, AND U embrace that stupid form of so-called humour. Hmm.

Jeremy, I won't ditch U. Let's check the movie listings and C if there's sumthing playing we mite wanna C. If there is, let's C a movie. If not, how 'bout we find an all-ages show 2 go 2, eh? And pizza either way.

Apes