Friday, September 22nd, 2006 | Link

Peeps! How are you hangin’ in? Three weeks down. I can’t even count how many to go. Oh man. It feels like next summer is, like, infinity away. I don’t think I can handle seeing Agar’s Monday suit again. Know what I mean? So you can imagine how awesome it was to get to school and hear we got a substitute. Apparently, Agar messed up his ankle at some “historic moment in science” re-enactment. I heard he tripped over a tree root before he could get hit on the head with an apple. He’s laid up for at least a week. Wha Hoo!!! A week of in-class slacking with Ms. Petula, our pushover of a Guidance Counselor. Not a chance. I get to class and find Mr. Major, the dude who runs the local cadets club, at the front of the class. Major Pain, is more like it.

So obviously I sub C2 in. He can drop and give Major twenty. I am so stayin’ home and playing General Dog-S-Body Patrol the new massive multiplayer tactical sim I just got. The only general drill sergeant type dudes I like are the kind I can shut off. Well guess what. Turns out that C2’s doggie DNA makes him the perfect little cadet for Major Pain. He had C2 standin’ at attention and saluting in no time. I even caught him trying to sneak out to a cadets meeting. How embarrassing, I so don’t do berets and shiny boots. Thank clone-ness that Agar’s got mutant like healing power and was back the next day. I don’t think I could have lived down a week.

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