I'm purdy shure ya can't do that.

Hello all.

So, yep, school has started. What fun. What OMIGOSH I HATE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!

Sorry. Heh.

So, anyways, I'm pretty sure I'm NEVA going to see Cassidy unless she calls me back, and that doesn't look like it's happening any time soon. I only text her like a bazillion times a day. And she never responds. Cuz she's a jerk. And has her "own friends that she wants to be with."

Whatever. They simply cannot be as cool as me.

So this morning I get home to find out that Treasure is screaming into the phone, Jamie is talking to Bridget, and my brother Arnie is all up-in-my-face, going "Guess what Treasure did? Guess! Guess!"

I'll guess.

Turns out Treasure somehow got a house. He bought it with Dad's credit card.

The house is in New Mexico.

Why anybody wants to move to New Mexico, I don't know. I would like to, just to escape. But Treasure has his house. That he stole from Dad. In NM. In some town called, like, Person or something. Maybe Human, I dunno, some kind of name that's stupid like that.

And so he's on the phone, screaming his butt off, trying to get Dad to let him go. To his illegally purchased house. In New Mexico. With Bridged and Rammundace.

Dad said that Woah, now, son, you've got my kids to take care of up there. Treasure said that, Yeah. You come take care of 'em. They're YOUR kids, Daddy.

So Dad says a bunch of bad words and then hangs up on him.

And then goes and gets his cash back.

So Treasure does NOT have a house in New Mexico.

AHH! LACK OF POSTING-ITIS!

I am SO sorry that I've been away for, what, about two months?

Well, gosh, it all started when Cass decided to not use the computer or whatever. Now, usually, I would not have been able to make it for a month without internet. But whenever I went to open up the posting thing, I felt really guilty. So I decided that I wouldn't die.

Boy, am I stupid.

So, yeah, I thought that I could explain that, but then I acidentally kinda was really mad at Jamie so I kinda decided to take a knife and slash the tires on her car, yeah, major mental moment, I know. So now I feel really guilty about that.

But good ole Katie saw me and she reported me to Treasure who threw a fit and grounded me from the computer and phone for ANOTHER TWO WEEKS!

So, yep, my punishment has been over for a while, but I'm busy with Algebra and American History finals, not to mention my final chemestry report! Ugh, school stinks.

Oh, and Cassidy posted some videos to YouTube, seriously funny. She showed me them...man, her friends are weird. Okay, so, gotta go. Check those vids out, btw. Bye

I feel like life hates me right now...

Which it does, because I'm not going to see dad and SM. And that's because our flight got canceled and Tres's clearly NOT going to pay for another flight because, Ricky, because you can go some other time and that is FINAL, sir!

Here's how our conversation went:

Treasure (on telephone): Uh huh...well, do we get our money back? See, we payed for the tickets...oh. Well, you won't be getting MY service again. Goobye, miss! (hang up) **** plane line, they don't give a **** to the cutomers, they just go out and cancel the ****in' flight!
Ricky: Wait, what? Don't we get to take the next flight or something?
Treasure (grabbing coat): They won't refund out money, end of story. I have to get to work, if anyone comes to the door-
Ricky (interupting): Say that you're in the ****in' shower, oh my gosh! I'm sixteen, Cornilious, I know what to do. (Flips out laptop and starts logging on)
Treasure: Would you like to spend the rest of the day in your room?
Ricky: No, your highness.
Treasure (glares at Ricky): Then behave until Jamie's home from the store. And we are done today, sir.
Ricky (frustraited): Oh my gosh, I'm gonna call DSS on your! (Treasure rolls eyes) And can't you just buy me and Rita some more plane tickets?
Treasure (half out the door): I'm going now, if my wife calls, tell her that I'm at work, and I'm NOT going to pay for another flight because, Ricky, because you can go some other time and that is FINAL, sir!

Yeah, my relationship with Treasure is just as wonderful as it's always been. We're like freakin Andrew and Reggie. And those stars up there are covering up for unpleasant things we said. Okay, bye. I think I hear the phone ring. Maybe it's someone telling me Treasure got killed in a car crash or something. Peace out.

It's gonna be a long one

Sorry about that last one there. I've been WAY too busy lately and haven't gotten enough free time to blog! I've got summer reading to do. I mean, book reports and all that stuff! Not enough time to drop a line, I guess, but I'm here now. And boy, do I have quite a bit to tell you!

Her name is no longer Bridget who I'm in love with. It's not Tracey or Lora or any other Maxple girl! Her name is Mindy, and she's the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life! She's got long, silky blond hair, and green eyes, and, oh, well, enough about Mindy! She totally hates me anyways! Scoff, like I care! (*Sniff)

Okay, well, it's cherry time. I hate it. We're still out picking cherries. All those trees in the yard have to amount to something now don't they? And those stupid trees are what's keeping me from blogging! And I have to read long and boring books for school so that keeps me busy at night. Also, I'm cleaning cars since I got fired at the burger joint, and it's so hot here!

While I'm scorching and scrubbing Miss Pothuessen's car, Treasure got a real job. With some science thing. Lucky him, he's smart and gets good grades and is a total NERD and a DORK and a MORON, IDIOT, HATER, and a ZITFACE and he ruins my life!

Like just the other day in front of Mindy, he called me Loser and practically rubbed in the fact that my braces are old and no one cares to change them! I reminded him that if he'd given me a cent of money to change them, it wouldn't of been that way.

Sorry. I'm just so fed up with Treasure. I want to be cool, but with him around, he makes looking like a meek, peaceful person difficult. So I'll just stay here and keep my nerdy little blog the no one reads to myself. So there.

Bye, fellas. Sorry for rambling, lqtm. RICKY