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Dude. It's snowing. Do you know what that means? Do you? Well, what it means is no school. Which means we're getting out in the middle of August, yay! NOOOOOOO. You know, when it started snowing that week in December ((A.K.A. one of the worst weeks of my life, but that's another story)), I was like, eeeecch, I don't really like the snow, but I can cope with this teeny snowfall. No. Then it just starts snowing all the time, and it makes me want to rip all my hair out, but I won't, 'cause it took two years to get it as long as it is now. Yeah, it's gorgeous when it's snowing, and it's great for photography an'shizz. But when it's just sitting there, all touched, doing you absolutely no good? That's when I have a problem with it. Also when it takes off days of summer, I have a problem with it then, too. Isn't this sad? I lost track of how many snow days we had. Is anyone keeping track of that? Aah. Looking out the window. Snow makes me sad. Sigh.

I was really looking forward to doing another blog this week. That's something I bet you didn't know. I wanted to post one on Tuesday, but I stayed after school until what was supposed to be four, turned into four twenty, stayed at my Grandma's house until five, went home, watched ten minutes of Buffy, and then I went into my bedroom and passed out. At no later than 5:20. I don't remember being that tired in my life. Wait, I lied, I've probably been more tired. So I slept for three hours, woke up to watch part of the Olympics, while texting a cute kid, you know who you are if you're reading this, then I went back to bed. I stayed home the next day, but I didn't sleep at all during the day. Instead, I watched South Park, Panic! at the Disco; Live in Chicago, and The Hangover. Some pretty awesome stuff, if you ask me.
It's still snowing. GRRRR.

I put this website on my Teennick, so if you're from there reading this, you probably want to know why I quit. Teennick? It's just so...childish now! There's eight-year-olds saying they're sixteen. I mean, they were there as The-n, and they're always going to be there, but there's like, more now. There's also a ton of posers on there which make me want to track down wherever they live and strangle them. You guys are NOT COOL. And you can tell them that I said that, if you want. They deserve to hear it. Don't get your hopes up if you want me to be gone forever, or if you want me to come back right away. I might make a comeback(;

Formspring.
Ah, Formspring.
I found Formspring through Amazingphil.
Amazingphil.
Ah, Amazingphil.
Formspring is a hater website, clearly. Someone actually asked me this;

its funny how you and your little poser friend think your so cool with your fake snakebites and your FAKE guy friends. your nothing but fake. go eat one. oh wait, your prude. mah b totally forgot

My answer?
that's cute.
Dude, trolling is NOT COOL. I know who you are, it's so obvious. I'm just not gonna say your name, 'cause I'm that nice of a person. Really, she can just say it to my face. God, you're a slut. (:

Ahhhh snow):

Oh, look at this picture I did on GIMP! It took me a good four million years. Actually, only like, a half hour. I used the picture that my baby Danielle Gambino boosted, then I took a half hour to colour the hair, the lips, and the eye. If you can't tell, or if you're just stupid, my eye is purple(: It was also snowing, so that's where the little white dots in here came from. And I know the background looks really dark in this picture, but really, it's just the flash against it. It was only six o'clock(:

Melissa's hat.

Lovveyoou.

Well, I'm gonna go call Mike. I'm pretty sure he's in Nowhere Land, New York, with his family. How fun. And, uh, yeah.

Haters, youse just jealous little shits(:

loveforeverandalways,kylielizabethsmith.