Okay. I lied. It's only 40 degrees. I'm just not used to the cold after the summer. Gosh. I want snow. I heart the snow. Hm...I don't really have anything to write. It's Whitney's birthday. I love you Whitney. You are the best. You've always been there for me. Even if you are a psychopath sometimes. You're still my best friend. Hm...I dunno why I wrote that. She doesn't even read this. Because her parents are evil and won't let her use the internet. GRR. It's the first major birthday I've missed since I've moved. Dag yo. Hm...I dunno what to say. I'm in the mood for writing private entries. HAHA.