Yeah...Time for excuse time on why I can't get on so much... 1. Mom and Dad coming home 2. Test Overload 3. Homework Overload 4. Getting locked out of my apartment 5. Getting sick from stress 6. Two of my my younger brothers are in love with the same girl... 7. I have rented Fruits Basket DVDs and watched them while staying home 8. My Brother's birthday party is tommorrow. 9. Eric-chan has been avoiding me on AIM 10. Im too exhusted at the end of the day...

People I have a confession to make. When I first started coming here I pretended to be older and my brother's name was Alex. I'm a junior not a senior and my brothers name is Rico (the perfect ont at least. I have for other ones.)

HGow in the name of Day B. Jones did I suddenly manage to get from Level 5 to Level 9. Is it a bug? *frowns*

Last night me and bros gathered around the TV and watched our rented School of Rock movie (again). We rented this movie so many times the guy at the video store looks up at Annie (my aunt) and says "Picked the usual?" Annie replies with a sigh "Picked the usual..." Because we've seen it so many times we know all the lines, all the movements, and we're even beginning to memorize the handshake. So we laugh before anything funny happens so we know its going to happen. Annie let us stay up late even though Theo and Jesse James have school today. She's cool like that. Well, after the movie we all went to our rooms. Mark and I share a room and I get the bottom bunk. Well, I was reading Fruits bsket when I felt tried and soon fell asleep but then the unmistakable smell of insense filled the room. Of course, their she was...Mom. I wasn't the only one who reconized the smell, James and Theo were already hugging Dad and Mark was leaning against the wall trying to be cool when he really was happy to see Mom. I hugged my mom and the first thing I said was "How was Africa?" James and Mark cracked up. They were laughing in my face and Mom was looking confused. Theo and I just stood there shocked. We thought Mom was in Africa...She was really following Neil Young in Tenessee while trying to get glimpses athis new moviw based on the new album. She drove back and because of Hurricane Katrina she had to come back ASAP. Truly, I'm just glad to have Mom home now even if my brothers are lying *mumbles*...

Faith: *hand over her heart looking serious*I solemly swear that I, Faith Summers here by vow that I shall not listen to LStN or post spoilers off of TV.com until it aires on the US. I promise to uphold the respect of Keith creator of JN, yest I be banned from this site.

Great I'm goign back to high school for my senior year...whooop de do....I've been freaking out ever since I knew it was nearing. You see all my life my older brother, Alex is perfect. When he was in high school he was handsome, popular, and got excellent grades which got him paid schoalship to Vanderbilt. In his senior year he was finishing football, dating a pretty cheerleader, and going to the college of his dreams. He was even voted Best Smile and Best Band in his year book. That's why he became my instant rival when he left. I started studying like crazy. I wanted to be as smart as him. I started swimming like nuts, I wanted to be as athletic as him. And...I whited my teeth and worked on my singing. None of them seem to do the trick. Alex has his faults though. He's short. When I was in sixth grade I was as tall as him as a senior. Years have passed and now Alex is working on graduate school. That's why I hate school. I'm expected to live up to my brother. Save me....

Yesterday, I was alone in my kitchen whipping up some lunch when the recipe called for 4 tablespoons of butter. I was out. So I knocked on the door of my neighbors and out came a women talking on her cell phone. I asked for 4 tablespoons of butter and she gave me a whole stick of the the stuff. I shrugged and took it because she said I could keep it. Go figure. Frankly it's no mystery that she just wanted me out of there. So I made and ate my meal when I feel guilty. I went down to the market and picked up some flowers and a stick of butter as a 'thank you' for the butter. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked louder. No answer. I knocked the loudest and heard shuffling. Then a man opened with door with no shirt on, just jeans. I was bright red, and felt a bit of a chill. I told him to give him to the women who lives in resisdence of the apartment. He said something like 'I'll pass these on to her.' and then he closed the door. I will never ask for butter ever again. I think I interupted something.

I just moved from the suburbs to the great city of Trenton, NJ. We all live in a stuffy appartment on the 11th floor. It's so scrunched that I can't even be messy anymore. (sigh) Well schools starting and its so small there are only 47 kids in the whole school and this is from 7th grade to High School Senior. It's indeed a huge fact that things are going...well, but my parents are adjusting better then I am. The only thing good about this place is when I can sit out on the balcony and write while listening to the 'Ocean' or sounds of the city. I leave you now with a bidding of farewell to you my reader.