Entry 3

I told him I had to go and get some gym equipment which i'd left in the gym, Naturally I lied. I'm a great liar. No one ever catches me out. I give no signs. Most folk, when they lie they go all sweaty or start to shake or twitch. I dont, I'm a superb liar. So I went back to my wing which they'd named after some goddam rich phoney. I hate phoney's for chrissake. He'd always come down at weekends and give a goddam phoney lecture of how he made phoney coffins for phoney people. He's one of thew biggest phoney's you'l ever see. Anyway, once, when the goddam phoney was part way through making his speach old Marsalla let off a terrific fart which damn near blew the roof off. So, when I got back to my room I made a bee line for my wardrobe and took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt collar. Earlier on when I was out in New York I bought this awesome red hunting hat for just a buck! so I put my people hunting hat on and sat down and started to read 'Out Of Africa'. partway through old ackley walked through the shower curtains. He was always doing that for chrisake. He was a slob. Mossy teeth, Pimpley face, the poor guy had the lot. Whilst he was there I must of read the same sentence atleast 70 times! finaly old stradlater (my room mate) walked in. Ackley hated stradlaters guts, so Ackley left and now stradlater was here. I decided It wasnt evenm worth trieng to read my book so I put it face down on the floor of my room and started chewing the fat with old Stradlater. Stradlater told me he had a date later that night and that he was going to take a fast shave, so we left and made tracks down to the can.