two weeks left of school left, not sure if it uncludes this week or not. But wait. Oh no. I can't leave my house. My mom won't let me. I can walk my dog around the block, wich is a half mile long. My dad's all for it, but my mom still says no. I nedd a bike, and a heavy duty chain and lock. I need to get out. Get a tan. I look like a yellow Mexican for goodnes' sake(sort of). I'm possibly the whitest Mexican you'll meet. help me. Help me. HELP! I'm a prisoner in my own home, sort of. I need a hug. And that pisture's random.