Ok, ok...I gotta hurry. Here's my journal, folks.
I know Marchon talkin' mess about me in his journal. Well for your information, I got an A+ in school, right now. So there.
I study. I just do it at the last minute, that's all. I work better under pressure.
I can't help I'm the best video gamer in Simmington Hills, that's just what I do.
If Mom and Dad really had a problem wit' it. I know they would'na spent all that money on my new Simstation 3.
Marchon think they rewardin' bad behavior...punk. Don't hate.
I asked my Dad one day, what's the best way to meet girls. He said I need to have my own car. How can I get around if I ain't got no ride? So he bought me a clunker hoopty to roll around in. I ain't tryin' to roll around in that! But he promised with a little love, me and him can make it riiiight. Yeah. I think so, too...now that I been working on it for awhile. It's startin' to look like somethin-somethin'.
We work on her on Saturdays, from mornin' to night. That's one thing I will stop playing my games for.
The down side is that I have to share with Marchon. That means whatever sports games he gotta go to, I gotta take him...that's cool, though. I forgot Dad bought me a handheld. *dances*
I found this online chat on Simmerville's site. I think I'll try it and see if I meet some girls on there.
I want to have about 20 Dream Dates before I settle down with just one. That would be da' bomb.
Ok, gotta go practice for my Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare gaming contest.