"That's not a sunset, that's a bird on fire."

Laurer.

Way to go sis.

She's getting big.

Four feathers. Eh.

A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B.

It's 11 o'clock at night!

Where's the army when you want to blow them up?

Maybe that'll get them motivated.

Maybe not.

Dangit. Not enough time.

Why does it always seem like there's never enough time?

Let's run away.

It'll be our secret.

And well, everyone who reads this diary's secret too. Yeah...

Goldfinger rules.

Who wants to fight?

I'm in the sparring mood!

Stop being gay!

And shave too. You look like a schmuck.

It does spread like flies. And I really wish I had more of it.

Aggghhhhhh!!!! It's not fair!

Wow I love you.

Mom's rule.

Stupid english.

Who's going to love you if you hate yourself?

When something you love so much makes you cry so hard.....

Well, that's up to you.