We had a math test at school today. Even though I studied for a good 9 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, Fizzy Wintergreen Sticks. Oh, well.

My dad's trying to get me into raising catfish, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be sketching model trains.

Today Donny Black 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 brown carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled beets. I looked at his collection of catfish and we played a little Kill Island 2, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.