Ah hello, my royal buddiosos, as many of you know, yesterday was the kingdom’s Weird Day! Last night my friends and I partied like krazy, eating junk (and pasta), kareoke (or however you speil it), and an all nite sleepover! We talked about people we knew, and before a few of us went to bed, we took a pledge that everything that happens in the sleepover stays in the sleepover. We swore over Mountain Dew…. which gave me a huge head when I woke up this morning, and having slept on the floor did not help. We finally shuffled downstairs and had our waffles. Orange juice is the miracle for Mountain Dew hangovers. Just sayin’. Anyways, our town’s [which we shall call Boresville] teachers are on strike because the stupid mayor is refusing to give them a raise even though the cost of living is going up. So thanks to that, they’re refusing to do all extra activities and doing only what is in their contract. So they’re canceling ALL our activities, including the dance, the yearly basketball event, and the eighth grade trip to Canobie Lake Park! Those jerks…. anyways, they’re also not doing extra help after school. Perfect. Leaving us to figure out heredity and monomials without their help is totally stinky. DO YOUR STUPID JOB. Anyways, at the party, we got a le fabulosa idea to throw our own events. Forget them.