Days that end in why

I'm so tired. Today was the first day back to hell. I fell asleep right when I came home.

Oh, the other day when I wrote about Mr. Scary Bum and Jack-in-the-Box, I neglected to include that I saw a guy from the past. It was Kyle from Laneview. Remember him? He was the other Kyle because there were always two Kyles: Kyle Pjesky and Kyle Cort. The one, whom I am referring to is Kyle Cort, the kid who used to dip his carrots in his chocolate pudding just to gross me out. I remember him because his dad had come in for Career Day in second grade; he was in construction, I think. He brought a wooden model of something. Anyway, so I see this tall kid walking out Jack and his face makes me jump. At first, I didn't who the heck he was; maybe he reminded me of one of those singers of one of the bands I listen to, I don't know. He wore a band shirt, I think, and his hair was like a curly blonde mini-fro (because no one can do the fro like I can). I must say, whoa. You done good, Mister. You're lookin good with that whole Emo-guy look, and I ain't complainin. Very cute. ::blush:: The Emo-guy look is very rad. Very rad. Now that I've blushed for the day, I think I must go...keep on keepin on yo