Well, I just awoke. It's late.

My Vo-Tech buddy, Tyler, got me to clean the meat-slicer and the cutting-board tables. He removed the cutting boards from the depressions in the tables; they were all greasy and covered in flour. It smelled gross.

Then, he taught me how to dis-assemble the meat-slicer; I almost cut my hand on the blade a few times and Chef Fedeli yelled at him. I felt bad when he got yelled at, just because of my lack of knowledge and skill with the meat-slicer. He was only trying to help me.

Then, we chatted; he's like, "Guess what I'm doing tonight?" I said, "You're going to, "hug" your boyfriend?" He laughed and said, "Sure, if THAT's what you mean by, "hugging"." We laughed and I said quietly, with a laugh, "Butt-seeeeex." Then, a kid named Kevin asked what we were talking about, and we said, "Butt-sex." And he's like, "Woah; okay, nevermind then," and he walked away. I said, "Why don't you demonstrate, Tyler?" and he laughed and dared me to say it to him. I shook my head, and he's like, "I will, then; Kevin, wanna demonstrate?" and Kevin's like, "God no!" Then, we laughed.

After we cleaned the slicer, we cleaned the sinks with a girl named Robin, using the powder sink cleaner. Robin got powder in Tyler's eyes. He blinked and walked away; Robin thought he was mad, and I thought he walked away to cry! But then he came back with safety goggles. I told him what I thought he was gonna do and he laughed.

I'm glad he always tries to help me, though. He's a good friend. He said I'm his favorite 1st level; he's a 2nd level.

Then, I walked home reading the "Freedom Writers Diary". It's hard to read and walk at the same time, with a shoulder bag that keeps slipping off my shoulder.

Then, I came home, went on the Wii, ate, and went to sleep. I was tired.