Today was a snow day. I think there's school tomorrow, but I'm not going, so I don't really care. I'm feeling a lot better, though! I hurt this morning, but then I took half of a pain pill, and it has lasted for the past 7 hours or so. I'm only going to let myself miss one day unless I'm in unbearable pain or something. I still think a freakazoid hug would be the best pain medicine!

I really need to concentrate on my history paper tomorrow. I'm sure my teacher will rage because I'll miss her lesson on document-based questions, but oh well! Knowing her, I doubt we even do them tomorrow. I also left my economics questions I was supposed to do over the weekend at school... Oops! Maybe someone will get them for me. (I also need to practice looking pathetic tomorrow so that I have a higher chance of getting the aforementioned freakazoid hug.)

Oooh, there's some shiny nail polish about a foot away from me. Maybe I shall paint my nails blue! Or purple. Or both. Hmm. I wish I knew what FCG's favorite color is. I should ask her when I go back to school.

Because I felt a little better today, I took a walk in the snow. Exercise is also apparently good for kidney stones, so that's another plus besides snow and burning calories! I had to take my bratty little sister with me. We got into an... interesting... conversation.

Her: Super Duck, I saw two girls kissing on TV once. Why?
Me: Umm, maybe they liked each other?
Her: But that's weird! Is that what gays are?
Me: It's not weird, and yes, that is an example of gay people.
Her: So when boys call Justin Bieber gay that means they think he likes boys?
Me: Well, yeah, but redneck losers use it as an insult to describe anything they don't like.
Her: But I just don't like boys who kiss boys and girls who kiss girls.

RAAAAAAAGE! Sadly, I'm not allowed to tell her that I'm gay. I so wish I was allowed to because I would've gone apeshit crazy on her ass.

Me: Well, that's not good because there's no reason not to like them.
Her: But it's so WEIRD!
Me: Uh, it's really not... And when you say it is, you sound ignorant.
Her: OOOOOH!
Me: What?
Her: You're GAY!

WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED TO TELL HER? UGHHHHHH. I wish I could've said, "I'm not gay... I'm STELLAR gay, you little bitch!" It would've been epic.

After that, she put snow on a dog's head. The dog obviously didn't like the snow, so I stopped touching him with my icy hands as soon as he recoiled, but she refused to leave him alone. I told her she was being mean to the dog, but she was all, "NUH-UHHHHH!" and refused to stop. Ugh. She's such a brat.

Freakazoids should not be allowed to talk about going to college on facebook! I don't want to think about that. I will be the saddest Super Duck on the planet when my freakazoid leaves! And dammit, I AM getting at least 245364 more freakazoid hugs before then, and THAT'S a FACT.