Mom is always saying I'm a smart kid, but that I just don't apply myself.

He got the crib, so for the first few months of my life I had to sleep in the top dresser drawer, which I'm pretty sure isn't even legal.

I only work on my books at nights and at weekends. It is really just like a hobby.

You can't expect everyone to have the same dedication as you.

I got to give mom credit for how she handled it.She didn't try to pry and get all the details. All she said was that I should try to do "the right thing" because it's our choices that make us who we are. I figure that's pretty decent advice. But I'm still not 100% sure what I'm going to do tomorrow.

Chirag: Rowley, do you think I exist? Rowley: Nope! I can't even hear you or see you!

You and your group of nerds fall into a pit and it's full of dynamite and you blow up. The End.