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The after-christmas part is sad. Now you have to clean up all your crap and fry your brain with "A Christmas Story" over and over and over again. Not that that's a bad movie, but after the 5th time, you get sick of it. So stephi got new converses and almost broke her aunt's lamp when she was exited. What a dork she is. And I have this smell-goody stuff that smells my whole room up. Yum. And.... ART STUFF. Water color, prisma colors, pastels, crappy brushes because they're made out of horse hair, and more. Ohh, how stephi is loving life at the moment. I've been splatter painting for the past hour. I feel accomplished when I have different colored dots all over me. tee hee hee. I've also got some dangly earrings that look like they could kill someone. Did i fail to mention that i'm rich? yeah, that too. $225. I've never had that much money before. So stephi is happy. She is also a huge tard because she keeps talking to people she doesn't even know (or does she?) in third-person. What a dork.