I think my writting partner is crazy. He keeps trying to get me to write about rocks, but he doesn't know that i have a extreme collection of rocks. Maybe i'm the crazy one? It's funny because he is sitting right next to me and for the last half hour i've been thinking about what to write about. I think i'm going to write about him. He is wearing a black cap, flipped back like a cool kid. Maybe, maybe not? He looks very casual in his grey t-shirt and shorts. I think he has been staring at the computer screen for as long as i have been, but he seems to be enjoying himself a lot more than i am. I know he doesn't have ADD, but he won't stop moving around. I'm kind of confused because he seems normal. I don't know anymore. I think he's an alien. Hee Hee... I'm just kidding. I know your going to read this ( my writting partner), so i tried to make this as retarded as i possibly can. Your cool i guess???