See, I love to read and write and learn, and she loves sports and crafts and active stuff. We argue about it all the time. Last year, we made a compromise: I would do a sport if she would read a book a week. I started horseback riding, and she reads a lot more now.

Anyway, Amy and I are annoyed at each other now. It’s no big deal, though, because I know that in five more seconds, Amy will forget all about it and we’ll make up. I’ll remember it a little longer but will forgive her sooner than soon.

Well, I half to finish my homework now. I tried to finish in the Tard Club but I have an essay that I need to write. Later!