((Okay, kill me if I'm wrong, but is second-grader handwriting supposed to be really bad? Like, horrible bad? Sorry for late upload. ONTO THE STORY BABIES))

November 30, 2002

Why is it so cold outside? The weather people said that it was going to snow today, but it hasn't snowed yet. I'm really looking forward to it 'cause I haven't seen snow, EVER. It sucks. Anyway, I don't even think I'll LIKE the snow, because snow is cold and I have decided that I HATE THE COLD. FOREVER.

They started to hand out really ugly sweaters that we have to wear or we'll get told off. But they are U-G-L-Y. And why were sweaters even invented? The fabric gets all cold and the holes in the cloth let the air in, so sweaters don't help with the cold at all. Just saying.

Is this seriously what they use donations for? They could have gotten us jackets, but NOOO, the ugly Christmas sweaters are here instead. Some people.

And speaking (or writing?) of Christmas, the caretakers are putting up Christmas lights already! Christmas is at the end of December! And it's barely past Thanksgiving! As least wait until December. Which is tomorrow. WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW! Gosh!

Okay, so Ms. Rhian said that I should stop complaining in here and write about my day. Here's what happened today:

I FROZE to death. Now I am dead.
It's too cold to moooooove and so I died. I am now dead. Goodbye world.

But besides that, Thomas came into my room and flopped onto my bed and went, "I'm staying in your room cause my room is cold." and so I said, "All the rooms are the same temperature!" and guess what he did.

He farted.

THAT DOOFUS BUTTFACE FARTED IN MY ROOM.

And now my room smells really, really, really bad. Like, really bad. But anyways, he was all giggly while I was all ((- means crossed out)) -gagful- -gagly- -gagalisious- gaggy, and he said, "I'm sorry! It was the beans! The beans!" and so I went, "You actually eat the stuff here? It's like poison. I bet it IS poison!"

As he said, "If it was poison, I'd be dead, duh. And you starve yourself? No wonder you're so skinny." And so I slapped him and said, "Shut up."

So, while I was reading and he was staring out of the window, he jumped up and started yelling and pointing out the window, "OHMYGOSH! LOOK! It's all snowy outside!" I think that's what he said, because he was so blabbly it sound like: "OMIGOSLKISALLSNOYOTSDE!!!" that is seriously what it sounded like.

So anyway, I jumped up and ran outside in my sweater and skirt and bare feet, which wasn't exactly a good idea, but I wanted to see the snow. It's all white and fluffly. I wanted to glue a peice in here but they kept on melting before I could get my glue. Thomas followed me outside, but he was wearing his boots.

Then, all of a sudden, when I was all twirly and looking at the fluffly snow, Thomas threw a ball of snow at me. It made my head really cold and snow was melting in my hair, making it all wet. I tried to make my own ball of snow, but the snow didn't like me and it kept falling apart in my hands.

Thomas make another ball of snow and gave it to me. He kept doing that until I had a pile and he had a pile. Then, he yelled, "SNOWBALL FIGHT!!" And he threw snowballs at me. I threw snowballs at him until I didn't have any more and he didn't have any more, and then we just started scooping up snow and pouring it down each others shirts. It was cold but fun.

When we went back inside, my toes were all blue. Thomas gave me his sweater to put over mine and ran into my box of a closet to get my boots. He said he tried to put them on my feet, but I was already asleep so he just tucked me in and went back to his room. -That was kinda sweet- I could have done it myself. Duh.

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