I have failed but I'm used to it;

Wednesday and Thursday were wonderful.
Me, Meg, and Cody went to the "S.A.D.D. meeting", which turned out to actually be float making, so we left.
We ran to a tree and laid under it, until I started throwing grass at everyone for no reason.
Then we heard people coming so we ran to a different tree and sat under it.
We went to Speedy-Mart an ran back to yet another tree.
Cody ran away with my book.
Then me and Megan went to her house.
We made three packs of Ramen and ate them all while trying to watch Godspell which turned out to be really boring and creepy.
Then I played Rockband while she listened to music on the computer which is our usual routine.
Then we went to sleep.
I woke up and waited for her to get up the next day.
We watched Rent.
We stole her brothers laptop, didn't get dressed until 12:30, used all the mayonnaise, I almost got Iodine poisoning (not really), had a battle about where to meet with Cody, found Whappel at Hollywood, had traumatic experiences (a.k.a. me having a bug in my hair and flipping out).
Then Cody finally got to Hollywood and we walked to Kayla's house.
We were given peanuts, and Megan picked up smoking.
Then we went downstairs and painted on Kayla's wall.
Mine kept dripping every time I turned away.
Cody wouldn't tell us his middle name and then he wrote Whappel's number on the wall for people who wanted to club baby seals.
We went to Peace of Sunshine and bought footbags and talked to the guy in there.
Then we played and the footbag rolled out into the street and we were just standing there screaming get it but not a single car was coming.
We went to Rite-Aid and played it the aisle and no one said anything.
Then I left my book at Kayla's.
It was wonderful.

Sorry that most of that was incoherent thoughts.