We had some guy from the college come today and talk about pledging Omega Zeta Rho, the big fraternity over there. I said I had enough friends without buying any, which was pretty funny, until he said he could tell that wasn't true just looking at me. It would've been okay if my former best friend Wally George had stuck up for me. Whatever. I have friends! I've got you, anyway.

My mom says I'm playing too many video games and getting too fat. So now when I get home from school, I have to hyperventilate for an hour before she'll let me in the house. I told her that all of my friends are way fatter than I am, and you know what she said? She said, "You can lead a horse to water, the tough get going." I mean, what does that even mean?

Are you good at video games? I can't beat Area 8-14 of Cyborg Black 9. It's got platforms that disappear and too many turrets and IF you make it to the boss he shoots you with missiles and if he kills you, you have to go all the way back to the beginning! Arrrrrrrrrgh!! Mom heard me yelling at it and said if I wasn't having fun I should stop playing. Parents just don't understand video games!