I'm from the murder-capitol, where we murder for capital (Oh my. He's so gangsta) Oops.

If you read John's blog(a friend of mine, who goes in my class), you might've read that he hit a girl in the nose with a dodgeball last week... Guess who's time it was to rough that poor girl's head up with a dodgeball this time... You guessed it. It was your's truly. When John hit her, he hit the nose, so she got a nosebleed. And when I hit her, I hither in the eye, so that she got tears coming out of her eye and stuff. It wasn't particularly funny. I feel so bad that to sort of make amends, I will do a little homage to the girl in question:

I'm sorry Mona
I did'nt mean to hurt you
I didn't mean to hit you with a dodgeball in the eye
So tonight, I'm writing you this homage

That is the chorus of Eminem's Cleanin' Out My Closet if you want to know the rythm of it all.
Oh, and Mona: If you think that that was a bit over the top then just tell me to remove it and I will.

Otherwise this week's gone by pretty smoothly. We've started some new shit in math that I can't understand at all, same ol', same ol'. I've tried to learn Bob Marley's No Woman, No Cry solo on my guitar. And I'm actually getting there. It's one part that's giving me a hard time, but I'll get it down soon. After that, I'm learning all do-able blues-solos which followed in the last Total Guitar. They didn't seem too hard. Geetar!

Well, it seems my brain has blown a fuse so I will go to sleep now.

Later dewds!
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