I'm so iconoclastic; I'm clastic! I only want you to think I'm fantastic.

So, it's the second day of winter break. Yesterday was Friday and the first day of break. Kara's in California and it sucks. She's visiting her dad and step-family, but I got to talk to her a little today on the phone. I miss her like crazy.

So Thursday after school was nice. My mom picked me up and I ran a few errands with her. At 5:30 though, I met up with Melanie and we chilled with Garrett Burke. We got some pizza from Mellow Mushroom and went shopping afterwards. We had to get outfits for our friend Lindsey's party that was yesterday. Anyway, that was fun because Melanie tried on shiny orange pants and stuff, and we both got cute things. I don't think Garrett likes shopping very much though.
After shopping, we dropped Garrett off and went back to Melanies. There I spent the night, which was cool. When we woke up, I talked to Kara a little bit on the phone, but then we decided to go to Arby's. We didn't actually go to Arby's though. We went to Panera Bread. It was yummy. I got soup.
We had to be home by 4 to get home for the party. So we got all ready and went to pick up Desirée and Anna. That was so fun, we got to scream Jonas Brothers songs and get lost on Bluffton Parkway. When we finally got to the party, not a lot of people were there, but lots showed up after a while. There was lots of dancing and food and stuff, and I had a lot of fun. My feet are killing me though and I smelled like cigarettes :/ It's disgusting.

I miss Kara a lot. It's harder then I thought it would be. I feel stupid because it's only the 3rd day, but she's gone for 12 days and these days have dragged on for what seems like forever. I've been wanting a good, solid Kara hug for the past 72 hours and I won't be able to get one for the next 249. It's stupid. I don't think I've ever wanted a hug this bad in my life.
I guess I should go. I need to shower. My mom dragged me to this Christmas party out in the middle of nowhere and I smell like 15 wet dogs because the lady we visited had 15 wet dogs. Ewww, urg.
This was a short one. I'll write more later.