Summer, Suncream and Slightly Suspicious Snails...

Yes, It is me, and i haven't forgotten the existance of my blog. Really. Well, I just thought I'd put on here the fact that my hair has three days worth of greese in it, and my underarms have two days worth of sweat. This is not like me. I am in a foul mood. I have been for the whole day. I am not hormonal. This is not like me either. I mean the fould mood thing, not not being hormonal.
*cough* Anyway... The fact that I am horrificly dirty, mixed with the fact that I have the new Princess Diaries book on my bed right this minute, and I have been waiting for it for two and a half weeks, but I havn't got past page fifty, forces me to come to the sad conclusion that somthing must be wrong. But what? Well, I'll give you a clue.
It's summer. Thats right. SUMMER. Horrible, horrific, hideous, hot summer. I woke up this morning and I was in my nice fleese PJs. But I was wet. No, I had not wet the bed. The wet was sweat. I was drenched in the stuff. Well. Almost. Next thing I know I'm sneezing all over the place and my throat swells up. My eyes itch and water. Hayfever. So I change into my little black dress and free my legs of my damp PJs. Dad says "theres a book come in for you at the Library." So I put suncream on my face and go to the Library.
DISASTER STRIKES!!! My face begins to burn. No, I had not set fire to my flesh. It was the damn suncream. I was having an allergic reaction. When I got home mum said "Wash it off." And so I tried to. when I said to mum "My face still burns." She thinks it's the right time to tell me its waterproof. Thats right. I cannot wash it off my face. Because it is waterproof. That is three reasons so far for me to HATE summer.
I'm hot and sticky with my own sweat.
I am snotty and sticky with my own snot and eye goo from hayfever.
And I am allergic to suncream, which I would not have to wear if it wasn't for summer.
Oh, and a snail is stuck to our wall next to our front door. It wont come off. Its as if its waiting to come in and spread slime all over my face. And there was another one, but Billy accidently stepped on it.
I need a miracal. Seriously. I need to see My Friends!!! (Unless of course i cannot see you, because you are my penpal, in which case, I should write to you, as, yes, I am being the mostest terriblest penfriend ever at the moment, SORRY. =[ Friends, though, i need to see asap!)
I am going to write a list of Good Life Guidelines.
Now, infact. In my next post.

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Viola x x x x x