The coconut is still a coconut. It is still brown and the bark is peeling. I don’t know if the outside of the coconut is called bark but that’s what I am calling it. Jack’s dad keeps making fun of the poor coconut. The coconut can’t help being lame! The coconut is just boring and average. It hasn’t changed. I kind of want to smash the coconut and see what it’s insides look like. I wonder if a real coconut actually smells like my coconut shampoo. 

Jack & I both went to Wegmans last night to get our organic objects for class. We spent a good five minutes laughing about what object to pick. We both decided to get coconuts. Ashley and Abby also have coconuts from Wegmans. I bet the Wegmans workers will be so confused on why the coconut sales went up on a random Wednesday night. The coconut is currently sitting on my desk. I am kind of embarrassed that Jack and I will have to bring our coconuts on vacation. Maybe I will draw a face on it and hide it around his room. Should I name it?