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Maddy Kierod Nicole Blankenhorn Dear Diary, Today was like the WORST day of my life. This morning when I got my coffee from Starbucks, some of my mocha-choca-double shot-espresso-java-half caf-latte got on the sleeve of my new Northface. This is only my third one this year and I’m really pissed. So, anyways, I totally got busted in the narcing lot when Richie ticketed me for not having a FRIKING. PARKING. PERMIT. So gay. When I finally park the Benz, I step in a pile of fricking slush and my new chocolate Bailey Button Uggs got this friking salt schmutz ALL. OVER. THEM. I get into homeroom and tell the girls about it, and they totally sympathize with me; they have the SAME. EXACT. PROBLEM. So like tonight were def. hitting up the W.G. If the ‘rents gotta problem, they can like, suck it. They don’t even understand how hard it is to concentrate in class when you have this schmutz all over your Uggs, a stained Northface and your girls are trying to BBM you the answers to the quiz. After school, me and Harvey broke it off cause he never sent me gifts over Farmville. He knows I only need one more cow fill up my pasture. Like, I’M SO OVER THIS. Whatever. It’s not even like we were Facebook official anyways.