Nick C*****, This One's For You

It's not Friday!
Wow, you finally figured out how to tell your days of the week apart from each other!
Are you calling yourself incompetent.
No! I've known how to tell the days of the week apart since I could talk. I just didn't want to share my knowledge.
Just think of how much I would've benefited from you sharing all those things you know.
Oh, like that 80% of the left handed people who die every year die from using products designed for right handed people?
That's not true.
I guess we'll never know.

In case you really are curious, that's not true. This blog contain three parts: Part 1) The Corn. Part 2) The title.. Part 3) Gym Class.


PART 1: THE CORN
So today I was standing at my locker, right? Doing what I normally do, you know. Grabbing the stuffs I need for class. When my youngest "daughter" and my monkey come up. Monkey asked where they put the bags from the food drive. I told her I didn't know and that I didn't know if she could turn in the can of corn she had been holding. She sighed (I don't remember if she actually did sigh. But it makes the story sound better.) She asked me if I wanted the corn, and I said yes. So I now own a jar of corn!
PART 2: THE TITLE
After school (Just so you know, I actually had to go through CLASS after CLASS, but you get to skip that part. Be Thankful!) I was packing up my backpack when this kid I don't know (We'll call him Creepy Hat Guy for now.) leans against the locker next to mine. "Hey." He's says. It was very obvious he was trying to make his voice sound deeper. Let me just say he succeeded at sound like he was dying. "Do you have a phone? I could text you." Creepy Hat Dude said. I walked over my Lexi's locker and started talking to her about how creepy that guy was. She asked if he was my "Stalker" (Butler forever, yo!). I laughed and said no. Then he asked if I had a phone. I told him I do but I don't give my number to people who scare me. Then i threatened to hit him over the head with corn. Then I figured out that, while I was under the impression that he was an eighth grader (He was TALL) he was, in fact, Nick C******. (I don't think it would be very nice of me to tell people's last names. And it's not like I could spell it, either.)
PART 3: GYM CLASS
For those of you who aren't in my grade (Mac), are two years older than me (Mac), do not see me in person (Mac), and read my blog anyway (MAC) this title makes no since. Because everyone who reads this except for SOMEONE (cough...Mac...cough) is in fact in my Health class. But this part is about that one person who I don't believer I've mentioned. MAC MAC MAC MAC. Apparently, when Michelle said she never sees you, she meant she doesn't talk to you. But I did read your blog and, let me just say, it was EPIC! (Just saying).

Forever and Always,
Rex
(THANK YOU, LEXI!)