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How is it that I something always comes up on those gorgeous, sunny days? I think that as soon as Lee Goldberg (my local weatherman) says it's going to be a "sunny, energetic day", my intestines spaz out and cause me to throw up everywhere. And although I love sleep and just adore projectile vomiting (insert sarcasm for those who may be slow), I didn't spend any time outside.
Oops, I lied. I Went shopping for dance stuff (which consisted of a solid 5 minutes of fresh air crossing the parking lot) and spent a hundred bucks on stuff I'm not really going to be able to use after June 25th. I got some new shoes and tights and lollipops (spankies to all you cheerleaders), and then I windowshopped while my mother went shoe shopping.
After that, being the horrible glutton for punishment I am, I volunteered to babysit for the Smiths next door. Now on any mormal day, this would consist of watching tv or playing a boardgame with a semi-well behaved nine and eleven year old who were perfectly happy to keep to themselves.
Unfortunately, I ended up babysitting a four year old and five year old whose mother had just died while the Smiths went to a wake. It wasn't that either of them seemed particularly effected, which was sort of unnerving (er, Stepford children?), but they were freakin' nuts. The little kid wanted to go "surfing", which caused me to run like Jackie Joyner Kersey to stop him from toddling along right into a 9 foot deep pool. Meanwhile the other one was playing dodgeball with, um, herself. And then crying because she hit herself to hard.
Four hundred fairy tales and box of frosted wheaties later, the kids fell asleep and got picked up by some obscure aunt who was an hour and a half late. Ttoally ruining my reading time with quiet and quieter.
y0 I gotz mad finals coming up and I'm not even worried. I don't even give a fuck. Yeah, I'm just asking to get grounded but WHO THE FUCK CARES. I signed my life away to Lipac anyway.
Oops, I lied. I Went shopping for dance stuff (which consisted of a solid 5 minutes of fresh air crossing the parking lot) and spent a hundred bucks on stuff I'm not really going to be able to use after June 25th. I got some new shoes and tights and lollipops (spankies to all you cheerleaders), and then I windowshopped while my mother went shoe shopping.
After that, being the horrible glutton for punishment I am, I volunteered to babysit for the Smiths next door. Now on any mormal day, this would consist of watching tv or playing a boardgame with a semi-well behaved nine and eleven year old who were perfectly happy to keep to themselves.
Unfortunately, I ended up babysitting a four year old and five year old whose mother had just died while the Smiths went to a wake. It wasn't that either of them seemed particularly effected, which was sort of unnerving (er, Stepford children?), but they were freakin' nuts. The little kid wanted to go "surfing", which caused me to run like Jackie Joyner Kersey to stop him from toddling along right into a 9 foot deep pool. Meanwhile the other one was playing dodgeball with, um, herself. And then crying because she hit herself to hard.
Four hundred fairy tales and box of frosted wheaties later, the kids fell asleep and got picked up by some obscure aunt who was an hour and a half late. Ttoally ruining my reading time with quiet and quieter.
y0 I gotz mad finals coming up and I'm not even worried. I don't even give a fuck. Yeah, I'm just asking to get grounded but WHO THE FUCK CARES. I signed my life away to Lipac anyway.