Nightshade252

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Updates every Monday and Thursday. So you can go read the latest update on Ava's Demon, then check out my new stuff. Love you.

I'm back.

I will admit that when I was from the ages of five to ten I thought smoking was evil. Probably from looking at some of my work you've seen I don't believe that I don't believe in any of that bull crap anymore. The anti smoking companies convince children that smoking is evil and if you think smoking is okay then you're evil too. I no longer believe that because I got older. Just going to tell you, I don't smoke, I'm 14 as of the time I'm writing this, and I'm cool with other people smoking. Unless you light up in MY house, or MY car. My friend Kali's grandpa smokes in his house and in his car, and because I'm not a crappy little brat I don't say "Put that cancer stick out, you old geezer." (I suggest reading this in a naggy little bratty girl voice.) because if I did I'd never get invited anywhere. Plus he doesn't blow it in my face like a jerk, so I don't care, I don't like the smell, and when I come home from her house my mom bombs me with questions like, "Where you hanging out with smokers?" "Are you smoking?" "Are your friends smoking?" But no, I'm not. So, if you smoke, I'm cool with it, as long as you aren't a jerk about it.

Hey guys, I'm so sorry about how I haven't posted in forever. But I have started my freshmen year of high school, yeah, huray for Ela Nightshade. And I don't have my freaking camera to put the pictures on, to but on here. But I'm so tierd. I am so stressed and it's really hot where I live. And also I got contacts. They're really hard to put in at my mom's house because I have to lean over the sink to get to the mirror, and it's easier at my dad's house because there's a full length wall mirror. And they feel kind of wierd for a little while. And it's kind of funny because I have a family that is terrified of eyeballs. My dad had contacts for a while, and he hated them because he couldn't get them out of his eyes, but he doesn't have eyes as bad as mine, so he only wears them when he's reading, sometimes. And my sister won't wear her glasses for some odd reason (Probably because she thinks they're ugly, I don't, glasses are sexy, because I wear them sometimes) and she won't wear contacts because she is scared of the slimey human body parts. When I lost my two front teeth at my dad's house, she was terrified because there was blood and spit and things falling out of me. And once when I was seven and she was 14 after her softball game, she got this blue fuzz in her eyes and my stepmom had to pin her down to get it out.
Any way, I love having contacts, not because I don't like glasses, but because when I was in gym last year I was always hit in the face with the ball. Like this one really tall guy in my grade, he's like over 6 feet and we were playing lightening and he thought I was much taller then I really was and when he tossed the ball at me it hit my nose and knocked my glasses off, onto the floor. And my gym teacher and the other kids are just like, "Omigod, are you okay?" and I'm just like "Yeah, I'm fine, just give the ball so I don't lose this round of lightening." And they're all like "Do you want to get an ice pack, are you sure?" and I'm just like, "Just give me the ball."
So now, some of my friends had to do a double take, cause I'm wearing makeup and contacts. And my eyes look super blue.
So yeah, random. I'm just bored and eating vanilla honey yogurt and colored goldfish white watching Wilfred and messing around on my new iPad. And now my puppy Neavlle is sitting next to me and curling up onto my lap. My little fluffy peagsous.

So I will, try to post stuff this week up until friday because I'm going to Minnisota with my cousins in a RV.
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