The weekend started with Saturday when I got to go help my youth pastor with youth rec soccer.
My mother, being the silly women that she is, said I would probably not get to play much.
SHE WAS OH SO WRONG. Then in the later part of the day I went to Kelly Clements
birthday party and ate 16 taquitos. Then Sunday I went to church and came home and played
with Ashton.

THE END

so my friend comes over on sunday to hang out w/ me and looks at my sisters art and says
"I didn't know you guys collected art". And I said we don't, that's my sisters.

"Oh I hate writing it's no fun at all, the consept of it kills me it leaves me in aw, I can't stand to write I think I'll just die, I hate it cuz I'm a guy!" We need (both physicly and mentaly)
to run wild six-teen hours a week, minimum.

I'm fifteen years old and I love to hang w/ my friends.
I love to play w/ my dog and run in the woods w/ him even though I get chiggers.

I have dirty-blond hair, and I'm alive

I love fall and all of it's features. It's not to hot and it's never to cold.
The changing of the leaves is beautiful. I love it.
There that's for sentences.

I'm going paintballing on saturday and I need a new barrel for my gun.
So today after PE i'm going to (hopefully) get one.

mom made me the best breakfast between home and ten miles west of Boshcowe Romania.
With pork roll, eggs, a bagel and cheese.

David Santiago

David Santiago is a friend of mine in the tenth grade. David lives near a lake called Lake Anna
in Virginia. David likes to play paintball with all his friends at a farm called the Gardener’s Farm.
David can be loud and annoying but he proves to be fun at some times. David is a professing
Christian and is neon white.

I hate writing but my mother insists