We had a math test at school today. Even though I studied for a good 11 hours, I still only got a C on it. It sucks, because my Dad said if I got an A, he would buy me a bag of my favorite candy, Dipped Horehound Nuggets. Oh, well.

I heard that all the cool kids over there are raising little green army men. I think it sounds a little lumpy, but maybe I'll give it a try.

Today Danny Montague invited me over to his house after school. He's kind of a strange kid and we've never really been friends, but we've been classmates for like forever, so I went. They had this weird white carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled rutabaga. I looked at his collection of weird vintage postcards and we played a little Devil Snake 7, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.