Book: The secret diary of Adrian Mole

I was in a rebellious mood, so I wore red socks. It is strictly forbidden, but I now spit.

I put the Abba at full volume and listened as long as not deaf neighbor began to Bang on the wall.

In the afternoon, as usual, went for groceries. In the supermarket already selling Christmas cakes. So the life goes!

Home peace and grace, parents are not speaking to each other.

My acne's so bad that writing about them is not urine. In the class will laugh at me.
Read "the Man in the iron mask". Well aware of what he was feeling.

Today was geography and I sat for an hour next to Pandora. She grows prettier every day. I told her that her eyes are the same color as my dog. She asked what breed the dog is. Pooch, I said.

My mom is not the smartest person in the world. Still haven't washed my gym shorts, and tomorrow is school. She doesn't look like the mothers that you see on TV.

Dad's in a bad mood. So recovering.

Grandma let the dog out of the shed and told my mom that it's cruel to lock an animal. The dog threw up in the kitchen. His grandmother is again locked up.

Found in the dictionary one word, it is very well suited to my dad shamming.

Mom called the police and gave signs of the dog. In its description it looked worse than it actually is: matted hair on the face and all that. In my opinion, the police should not catch the dogs and murderers. I told this to my mom, but she called me anyway. That will kill her in a dark alley, when all the police rush to find our dog will know.