Friday July 19, BWAC

I can't believe this.

The whole world is plotting against me, or at least the staff of BWAC. I think my mother is behind this. She's trying so hard to ruin my summer. She probley talked someone into taking the television with the VCR away. Now I'm stuck here with my book and newly found gameboy (thanks to not being able to sleep I stumble over it.) to entertain me. Oh and this journal. I swear it's my mother's fault. She wants me to do better at tennis so she's probley going to force me to go to tennis camp for the rest of my cruel, harsh, evil summer. But I will find a way to get out of it. Believe me. She is so going to make this up to me tonight when we rent Kate and Leoplod we're so getting Die Hard as well. Even though it's not Christmas. And there's nothing she can say to change that.

I think this weekend I'm going to have a movie marathon. No friends no mom, nothing. Just me the dogs and the remote control. Not to mention Die Hard, Speed and the Firm. Hey you got to have something with Tom Cruise in it.