Gennaio Ventisette, 9:51 AM

Mood: Happy

Why: Because I just reconciled with my friends.

Just ate breakfast. I wasn’t able to write here since venerdi notte because I was so busy. Actually, I was about to write here when Charles, Chyna and BJ showed up. They borrowed my ball, and I said I have none, but my Mom screwed my pretense, asking me, “Where’s the green one I gave you?” Man. I said it was deflated, and BJ said it’s not a problem because they have this thing (I don’t know what it is called) that can inflate balloons and balls with air. I didn’t plan to come, but to think that I was lending them another ball AGAIN, I reconsidered coming. You know, when I let Macky borrow my other ball, he never returned it.

I went with them, and we had a pretty good game. There’s Matthew (Ed’s pal) and Denden. The four of us were the regular woodsite players. The play was almost perfect, but Denden played like Kim. You know, oozing with stupidity. Charles said to Denden, “Hey, don’t laugh at your error! What’s so funny? You’re messing up!” Yeah, he’s right. You know what, I don’t like this Denden, because she’s taking advantage of me. She borrows this and that, asks for discounts on my CD’s and all. Actually, all of them. They always go here, borrowing stuff, and if I let them, I might never see my things again.

Anyway, during the game, BJ gave me some set, which Chyna never did. At least BJ believed on me and he trusted me. We won and we went home right after drinking sodas.

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