Boy, do I want a roll top desk. I've always like the one my dad has very much, but now Tim D. has one. Actually he's had it for a number of months. But I just can't stand my present desk. It's small and can't be flush with the wall because of those stupid wood edgeboards on the bottom of the wall. And besides, I love pigeonholes. You can cram all sorts of junk and knick knacks in them. And it burns me up that my dad has one, and so does my best friend.
But I have a plan. I fiendishly clever plan. A diabolical plan. I will kill Tim, yes, that's it. I will kill him. He will die, and I will take his desk. I deserve it anyway. I will kill Tim. hee hee hee hee hee!! I will murder him, and he will die! And the desk will be all mine! All Mine! And no one will ever suspect me. I"m too clever for them. I am much more clever than those inferior humans. I will kill him in such a way that no one will suspect. DIE, TIM, DIE!!!!
Note: This last topic (killing Tim D.) is merely my exercise of my creative abilities. I have no intention of murdering Tim. Don't take it seriously.
Well, not a lot has been happening around here. Don came back from his California vacation. I got my schedule for the high school. Beginning September 4, I'll be a tenth grader, a sophomore. I'm going to like the HS better than the junior high. The HS is a much more modern building. But I can't wait for college. Then I can study what I really want to, astrophysics.
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