I trust your uncle is in good health. (That's how my mother says I should start letters. Only she calls 'em "missives" -- what's that all about?)

We had some guy from the college come today and talk about pledging Lambda Omicron Phi, the big fraternity over there. I said I had enough friends without buying any, which was pretty funny, until he said he could tell that wasn't true just looking at me. It would've been okay if my former best friend Woody Melendez had stuck up for me. Whatever. I have friends! I've got you, anyway.

I got clobbered at lacrosse practice today, because I was watching the cheerleaders practice nearby -- mainly Ainsleigh Figueroa, but they all look amazing. I'm really jealous of Brennen, the only guy cheerleader. He gets to lift the girls up by their butts and all sorts of stuff! I have no idea how he manages to concentrate on the routines.

I still have to groom mom's cuticles to earn my allowance, and I usually blow it on comic books and bubble gum. My favorite comic right now is The Spectacular Stanley Jones and the Indefatigable Patrol -- I couldn't believe the cliffhanger at the end of the last issue!

Another!