12th January 1998

Today has been a not so okay day. You know, I really hate people who blame someone for doing something just because they seem like they do it. Like today. I found a brown Manila envelope on the floor. I didn't know whos it was so I looked inside to see if there was any name or something. Then this girl infront of me snatched the envelope and said it was hers. She also said that I was looking at her stuff without permission. I couldn't say that I was just looking for some kind of identification because she'd think I was lying (I don't have a very good reputation at school).

Hel-lo?! What have I got to do with her stinking stuff anyway? I wouldn't want to look at it, believe me. I just wanted to see if there was some kind of name in there. If I had known it was hers, then I would jolly well keep my paws off it. She's a really rich girl whos father owns a shopping mall, the one I always go to. Next time, I'm going to tell my mum to take me to shop to another mall, even if it takes me an hour to get there. I hope she has the Net and I hope she sees this. I might not express myself well in voice but I can express myself well when I write. If I were as rich as she is, I wouldn't be so stuck-up.

The good part of the day was, I talked to Marty and his dad on the phone. His dad is really nice, he's a devout Catholic. His dad also talked to my mum and he said that if Marty does anything bad, it's confession for him right away. Then my mum told his dad that Marty curses (because I told her) sometimes and in the background, his dad said, "Martin, you curse?" I was laughing out loud as she told me, it was too funny not to laugh. They really amuse me a lot and his father even invited my mum and I to stay if we come to SFO, where they live. Hmm, now that's a thought.