Augh!

I'm tired of blogging every night. I want to skip a day when it's possible. But Dad wouldn't allow me. If I had a bottle of Parent Trainer, it would be better. But it's not real. I wish it was ACTUALLY real, then my dad WILL obey me. But still, it's not real. Another thing is that spring break is over and I'm back at school, But it was the shortest school hours of my life. I had to go see Dr. Damattio and then I had a McDonalds Happy Meal. They've been serving those since July 1977.  Well as they say, one flew over the robin's nest.