My parents are...I don't think there is a suitable and all around word. That's why I'm sick of being at home, beside the fact that I have nothing left to do but sit around. And I think you'd be surprised when I tell you this: eighth. (< if you star at that word for a long time it starts to look unrecognizable). I should be in higher grades, academically.
Sounds strange, but I am very jealous. I'm sick of being home. Just set up my locker yesterday and got stalked around the school with my friend about some creepy guy that has no friends...:/ That does sound...crazy. Hm... I wonder what'll happen this year. I start the sixth.
Just ready for summer to end, glaring at my parents every chance I get (that's what happens when you're stuck with them all summer), LOLing at stupid people, doing Softball, oh and made the Secret Pedophile Society with my two best friends :D S.P.S. The usual. How about you?