Current mood:	blah
Current music:	Mind of Mencia in the background

I'm bored.
So i'm sitting here, and Malcolm, Philip, and Caleb all snuck out to hang out with this chick who lives halfway down the street (they're hanging out at Walter Jackson).
So...
Since the summer after 8th grade, the concept of sneaking out has become a non-entity. With the increased gang activity and increased pig patrol, the outdoors is not safe at night. I keep thinking in my mind that either Philip's mom is gonna wake up and ask where they are, or the cops are gonna call about them. Or, in a worst-case scenario, they'll actually have a good story to tell (good, meaning a jack-assed, exagerrated, and completly retarded). I don't know whether or not i'm being a coward or being the bigger man for staying at home and not disobeying the promise I made to mom not to do anything wrong.