Dear journal: I know that Wild Bill Hickok is dead. But I think that my American history professor looks just like him. I sure know that he doesn't like it when you late to class. How I know is because I have had to stay after class. For being late for class.
I still have a lot of catching up to do for all of my classes. Yeah, yeah, I know I still have a test in my detective class to study for and a trem paper on myself to write for my American history class.
I still haven't studied for the test in my detective class. And I still haven't written the trem paper on myself for my American history class.
I guess that I have gotten so busy doing other things that I just forgot all about them. So I have to get busy working on them or don't work on them and fail my classes.
I sure don't want to fail my classes. I will get to work on them right away. But being on complete bedrest is very boring. If Black Hawk only knew how boring being on complete bedrest is he wouldn't keep me on complete bedrest.
He says that it is for my own good. I still can't forget about what Pat Garrett had done to me in 1881. If Pat Garrett was still alive and I met up with him today.
I would say to him these words: may the bird of paradise fly up your nose. Then again I might not even talk to him.
But Pat Garrett isn't alive today. Because he was killed in 1908. But life goes on and I have friends and I don't need Pat Garrett for a friend.
This is Billy Bonney sighing off for now
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