12/22 -

Dearest Diary,
     Today was horrible. It was about 10:00, when my mom just bursts into my room with a tray filled with food. She thought that it would be a good idea to bring me breakfast in bed. NO. You can't just come bursting in my room like that. Especially as early as 10:00. Second, she KNOWS that I don't eat pancakes. All I eat right now is 500  calories a day. DO you know how many calories are in a pancake? Neither do I. But it's a lot.

     So my mom is being so inconsiderate, just ignoring my privacy, so I dumped the tray on the floor and tried to go back to sleep. My mom shouted at me that I just broke some of he mom's special plates. I told her that I was doing her a favor (Grandmonster's plates are UGGBOOTS. Just like everything she has) and that she should be more grateful for me. Mom told me to get out of bed and clean it up. I said that she should get out of bed and clean it up. I got grounded for the rest of the day. Which is not even fair because I was going to go to Britta's house today and talk about cuticle things, like my nails, and my hair, and my new Ugg Boots, that are not UGGBOOTS. OHHH! And I got this FABBY Coach purse, that is so cuticle.

   So now I had to find something to do around the house. There was this one show on T.V. advertising these AMAZEBALLS fur coats. I think it was called Peta... Anyways, then I decided to make Christmas cookies (I'd never made them before). Mom told me she hadn't gone shopping in a while, so we probably didn't have everyhting I needed to make cookies. I ignored her. I followed a recipe I got online. Then I discoverd that we didn't have all of the ingredients, so my mom told me to use substitutions. Here is what I substituted:

• Flour: Protein Shake Powder 
• Chocolate Chips - Chocolate morsels (I have never heard of chocolate shaped like chips. Who would do that?)
• Baking Soda - Rootbeer 
• Sugar - Salt (they look exactly the same)
• Milk - Water 

I put the dough on the counter like it said, but it ran off the counter and splattered on the floor. Then my Britta called and I talked to her for like an hour. When I got back my mom had cleaned the dough off the counter. WHAT THE HECK! I wan't done! Did it look like I was done?! No. It didn't. What was my mom thinking?! I have no idea.

Then I gave my dog a haircut. I thought it would be cool if Baldo had a mo-hawk. Mom didn't think it looked very good.

Then dad came home with lots of shopping bags. He told me I couldn't see what was inside so I snuck a dog treat into each of the bags. Baldo started attacking the bags, and my dad got mad because someone gave him a mohawk.

Then dad wrapped everything in the bags and put the presents under the Christmas tree. During the night I snuck a peek at some of them I was apaled to learn that my parents had gotten Stephon the makeup I wanted for Christmas. They probably got the tags mixed up.

Well. Now I'm in bed. Waiting for another day.
Goodnight,
Aggie