I really have to read that stupid Millionaire Next Door book tonight. I have been putting it off simply because it is so damn boring and I can't read a page without getting tired. No one at school even cares if you read the book, as long as you make an effort to answer the questions. I swear, this book is awful. It talks about this one guy's opinion on how you should aspire to be a millionaire by saving money instead of spending. If I had the money, yeah, it's nice to invest. But I'm not going to live in a trailor park if I have a million dollars. It's just not right. People can manage their money fine on their own. If they can't, they get a financial advisor. Anyway, if you want to read a stupid book, read that. At least America at 1750 is somewhat interseting. Those things actually happened, it is history. Even though it is tedious to read, it's interesting. I have to get cracking, I never read enough when I'm supposed to.
When I was in the car with Kerri, I was thinking of the most hilarious things. I'm not going to even attempt to explain them, because it will just sound stupid. It's one of those things that you just had to be there for. We also decided that we were going to fly Warren to the moon to live in solidarity, with only a feather, and no shoes. He deserves it after all. As a favour, he can bring me back some cheese from the moon. The doctor today asked me if I was getting enough calcium anyway.