English, prom, weather, babysitting
Well, that was pretty much pointless. All that we did in the english class we could have done on our own and then asked Hack our questions if we had any. I feel like I didn't learn ANYTHING new, and I lost quite a few braincells over that essay that had potential to be fun and interesting if there wasnt a time limit and someone else reading it. I can creative write, as long as no one else will ever see it, and I mean ever. I didn't even finish, and I don't think I did it right, either. So I woke up early and stuffed my face with bagels and munchkins for no real reason. And I have to leave in an hour to go babysit for like ever (till 9...the longest theyve ever asked me to babysit for. Not really looking forward to it, I have to say. I need a nap and a real weekend). At least I don't have much HW at all.
Bleh. Yesterday was pretty boring, but I'll take boring over traumatic (like Thurs. was) ANY DAY, so I was thankful for the bordem. Street was normal to me, if not slightly nicer than usual. WTF?? I don't know what to think anymore. But I think it's safe to say now that I'm over being mad at him. I think it was a shitty thing to do, yes, but I'm not mad at him anymore. Unless he brings it up again. Then I'll put on my hockey helmet and tackle him at my own risk.
Dillon's last sentence in his last entry got me thinking. Do I want a prom date?? Part of me sorta kinda really does, which surprises the crap out of me. I'm never like that!! I mean, I'm certainly not going to be anywhere near upset if I dont get one, and I don't know if my desire is strong enough for me to go out looking for one (read: asking someone), but part of me is hoping someone will ask me. What's wrong with me? I think its maybe because almost all of my friends will be going with someone. I think that's it. I guess I want to be able to hang with someone who wont be in a lip-lock with someone else, and I maybe dont want to be the little girl whos mom drove her either, like I always am (well, I think my mom would drive me anyway, but thats not my point). And I'm CERTAINLY not looking for any "romantic action" or crap like that, I just want someone to hang out with that wont be dancing the whole time and who feels obligated or wants to spend all their time with someone else. Maybe thats it. If worse comes to worse, I'll ask one of my (guy) friends, I guess. But the question still remains: do I care that much???
It's snowing. Its APRIL. What a crappy day. Yeah, we need spring right around now. And you know its getting old when I'M asking for warm weather. Besides, we need potential DQ days!! Next week's only supposed to get into the 60's, but I think next week is too early anyway. I have a feeling DQ day and Senior Leadership will come in the same week, and we'll have no idea which one is which until we get to the gym and see if there are folding chairs on the floor or not. Oy vey. To scream in excitement or to puke at first ring of the bells, that is the question.
So how do I entertain three kids for...seven hours until they sleep? They're not really supposed to watch TV or do stuff like that, so I'm the main source of amusement. Joy. At least they go to bed at 8, but that only subtracts an hour. And I think I may have to cook or something, which may result in my death or at least my passing-out. You know me and food. Hopefully its like pasta, which I think I'd be able to do. Possibly. I've def. boiled water before, but how do you know its done?? oy...
Bleh. Yesterday was pretty boring, but I'll take boring over traumatic (like Thurs. was) ANY DAY, so I was thankful for the bordem. Street was normal to me, if not slightly nicer than usual. WTF?? I don't know what to think anymore. But I think it's safe to say now that I'm over being mad at him. I think it was a shitty thing to do, yes, but I'm not mad at him anymore. Unless he brings it up again. Then I'll put on my hockey helmet and tackle him at my own risk.
Dillon's last sentence in his last entry got me thinking. Do I want a prom date?? Part of me sorta kinda really does, which surprises the crap out of me. I'm never like that!! I mean, I'm certainly not going to be anywhere near upset if I dont get one, and I don't know if my desire is strong enough for me to go out looking for one (read: asking someone), but part of me is hoping someone will ask me. What's wrong with me? I think its maybe because almost all of my friends will be going with someone. I think that's it. I guess I want to be able to hang with someone who wont be in a lip-lock with someone else, and I maybe dont want to be the little girl whos mom drove her either, like I always am (well, I think my mom would drive me anyway, but thats not my point). And I'm CERTAINLY not looking for any "romantic action" or crap like that, I just want someone to hang out with that wont be dancing the whole time and who feels obligated or wants to spend all their time with someone else. Maybe thats it. If worse comes to worse, I'll ask one of my (guy) friends, I guess. But the question still remains: do I care that much???
It's snowing. Its APRIL. What a crappy day. Yeah, we need spring right around now. And you know its getting old when I'M asking for warm weather. Besides, we need potential DQ days!! Next week's only supposed to get into the 60's, but I think next week is too early anyway. I have a feeling DQ day and Senior Leadership will come in the same week, and we'll have no idea which one is which until we get to the gym and see if there are folding chairs on the floor or not. Oy vey. To scream in excitement or to puke at first ring of the bells, that is the question.
So how do I entertain three kids for...seven hours until they sleep? They're not really supposed to watch TV or do stuff like that, so I'm the main source of amusement. Joy. At least they go to bed at 8, but that only subtracts an hour. And I think I may have to cook or something, which may result in my death or at least my passing-out. You know me and food. Hopefully its like pasta, which I think I'd be able to do. Possibly. I've def. boiled water before, but how do you know its done?? oy...