  regents are like pickled onions. somehow. one more day and im out for summer. and not a momment too soon. it never is. after driving 4 peeps home today.
i just about died. and took a 3 hour nap. missed some phone calls. i always get calls when im sleeping. i guess people like me better when i sleep. just sorta slacked off a bunch today.
tomorrow im joining a gym finally. and goin to david crowder. so its mad cool. mad cool. today on the english regents we had to write this essay on griots. which are like.
west african story tellers/ musical performers. wut a quality job. thats all they do all day. is tell stories and sing songs. i don't have many quality stories though.
but to do that for a living. hmm. that gives me 3 ideas.
