January 10th, 2005



I am back on campus with one day until school starts and I can’t what.

Over brake my family played Scrabble, a game that will go down in infamy as the oy game. My little brother, who is now a sophomore at St. Johns Collage, played the word oy in the game. My dad was convicted that it wasn’t a word and challenged my brother, dad lost a turn and proceeded to acted like a little kid for the remainder of the game. Between my siblings and me I think the word oy was uttered more times in the cores of that game then was necessary.
I meant to work on one of my stories over back, but only managed to get a few paragraphs, there was just too much to do.
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