Thursday

I started writing about how I have to watch the Vice Presidential Debate tonight for homework, but I started getting bored to tears so I stopped.

Here's something worthy: I need to steal Alice's bike and take a ride through town in search for an appropriate gathering place for my Secret Poetry Club. Oh, ain't a secret no' mo'. I must think of a better name for this club. I could use some suggestions, just as long as they're not Dead Poets Society or Rusty Charles and the Country Bears Club. Help me out.