November 3rd

Wednesday. Better than Monday, not as great as Friday, but oh well, as longs as it isn't Monday, I'm fine with it.

Today wasn't so bad, actually. So far I have no more big word attacks, and that is awesome. Maybe the inner nerd died. Inner doesn't count as a big word, in case if you're wondering. It only has five letters for Thor's sake!

Now if only I could stop sounding like I'm talking to you as if you're alive.

I think I just failed.

Okay, okay, you know what? (There I go again. I don't know which is more annoying, talking to a stupid journal or having a bigger...huh...let's just say becoming wordy) Forget all of this, I'm just going to talk about my day and why Wednesday is better than Monday. I have very good reasons why Wednesday is better, and let me tell yo-wait...

Let me list them.

One: Your brain doesn't crash. Monday mornings is horrible because after two days of doing nothing, you go back to school and BAM your brain has forgotten everything the past week. On Wednesday, your brain has two days to get itself together and by then it should be okay.

Two: I have to catch a bus to get to school on Monday, and that means getting up to dress in a green cape and walking IN PUBLIC to the busstop. I didn't think twice about that until Bone said that someone was calling him 'Little Boy Blue'. Don't get me wrong, I know there's no such person as 'Little Boy Green', but there may be if I am seen.

I figured that if I hide while I'm going to the bus stop, no one can have a chance to make fun of my cape. Sander and Gabe walk with me to the stop too, but they don't even care about what they look like! I called them crazy, they called me 'delusional'. Please note that it's their word, not mine, so that doesn't count!

I hate hiding, really, I do. Every Monday, I jump from bush to bush, waiting for the street to be empty of normal kids walking to normal schools. I didn't think there's a bunch of them. Only one or two, but the kids in my neighborhood...can't their parents drive them to school? I mean I can wait five seconds for their car to turn a corner and then come out in the open but I have to be all 'ninja'.

I thought it was cool to be ninja. Until Manfred gave me double detention for looking like a hobo, so I stopped hiding in the bushes.

I now hide behind houses and jump the fences to get from one yard to the other. Sander said it would be easier for me if I take off my cape and put it on the bus instead, like Charlie does, but I told him that I don't mind jumping over fences. It's good exercise, and I can finally be ninja without worrying about bugs in my awesome hair.

Where was I? Oh, right.

Three: I leave my mom's cooking. Mom's cooking is one of the best, other than Em's aunt, and Cook. Wish Cook was the art cook. On Mondays, I eat Mrs. Weedon's cooking, and same on Wednesday. So why does this prove that Wednesday is better than Monday?

Well, Monday, I make a huge switch from mom's cooking to garbage. Wednesday, I'm used to it, so it isn't too bad. I know, not a big deal, but when it comes to arguing, please, I have a natural talent for it.

I can go on and on about this, but no. I'm stopping, because I'm 100% sure I have amazing reasons for this.

Although, there's one more thing that makes Wednesdays better than Mondays.

Four: Garfield hates Mondays, and so do I.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must eat lasagna and learn how not to refer to my journal as a living being.