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  67. 3:46 a.m.

Bob asked me to do it (not write Adultery on her wall . . . but to split time with my mom.) If not for me, then for Markus. So I’m gonna bite the bullet for them. Sunday through Wednesday.

Why does she get four days????

DO IT FOR MARKUS.

DO IT FOR MARKUS.

DO IT FOR MARKUS.

Back to the camera. It is AMAZING. Bob bought like twenty rolls of film for me and I’ve already gone through seven. I dropped the first three rolls off to get developed two days ago and Bob said he would swing by and see if they are ready after he got off work.

I can’t wait to see them. I took like thirty pictures of this spider web in the park. I was experimenting with the shutter speed and the lighting and I wrote down what I did with each shot, so when I look at them I should learn a lot about what I did right.

Man, I’m smart!!

Oh, and I took like fifteen pictures of Megan and Derrick. She wants to give him a framed picture of them for their two-month anniversary.

They are going to go see some stupid movie called Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

She’s SOOOOOO into movies now that she’s dating Señor Dorko.

They are going on Friday and Megan said if I can find a date, I should go with them.

Right.

Though I did see Brian Truman like totally checking out my tits the other day.

THE GIRLS ARE COMING IN!!! (Hahahaha, like Paul Revere!)

But he’s a freshman. I can’t go out with a freshman. That’s like illegal or something.

Anyhow, I’m gonna go take some more pics.

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HOLY MOLY. You will not believe this. I totally caught some dude having an affair.

So Sunday, Bob drops me off at my mom’s, sorry, THE BITCH’S.

She is like super nice. Has lunch all ready for us and wants to go the amusement park.

Um, what????

I’m sixteen, not twelve.

She said that since she didn’t get to see me on my birthday, that this could be my birthday present.

Um, what about the Range Rover you wanted to buy me? To shut me up. To not tell Bob that you were FUCKING some dude from your office.

Was that offer off the table??

I wasn’t getting a Range Rover. I wasn’t even getting a little white Honda Civic like half the girls at my school. And because of the divorce, mom was pinching pennies. She said maybe in a year.

But I guess Six Flags is just as good.

I didn’t want to go, but Markus was SUPER pumped and he was just starting to not hate me.