We had to take a physical fitness test in school today. It sucked! I had to run laps until I felt like my intestinal tract was going to explode, and then I couldn't do any pull-ups and Coach Shannahan called me a scrofulous varlet. I'll bet he's just mad that he didn't make the football team when he was in school, the jerk.

Tommy has been trying to get me into boycotting model airplanes for ages, so I gave it a shot. At first, I was depressed with how hard it was to get going, but now I'm pretty radical at it.

Today Donny Miller 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 purple carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled arugula. I looked at his collection of tiny plastics and we played a little Mind Galaxy 3, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.