Erika's World

You know that saying "My room is either the gates of hell or the temperature of antarctica, well step into my room and welcome to antarctica. Seriously this is not normal. I mean, they can't be serious. No, I mean. I don't know what I mean but any way, I just, it's fucking cold that's my point. Like, I am wearing three pairs of socks and my toes are still ice cubes. I am wearing sweatpants, still cold. The ventilation don't close all the way either. OMG. If I get sick and die because of this someone is getting sue. Hmm, that might be hard because I would be dead then so I guess I just come back and haunt someone. But I promise you that if this was America someone would be getting served. So fucking cold. I just want to crawl up underneath my covers and just lay there but blogging is more fun and it keeps my mind distracted from the fact that my toes are ice cubes right now. Never happy. Well, IDK but there is like never the perfect temperature. Your either to...

..... with my folder. Yep! I am quite pleased with how it turned out. What do you think? your writer, Erika

I did some changed to my folder today. What do you think? 'Cause I think I'm done. Tomorrow or on Friday I will show you guys my cape. It is not the best so don't get excited but I like it. I am going to make some final changes tomorrow. your writer, Erika

I changed some things with my folder yesterday. I am going to change the word "feet". I don't like the font (cooper something) and the white color. Nah. your writer, Erika

I did some more changes to my folder today. It might not seem like much and but it kind of is and so what if it took me from 12:30 to 15:45 to do them? Sometime you blackout, okay! Geesh, get of my back. No but seriously. Anyway I started on the cover and backcover of the folder. Inside Outside your writer, Erika