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hmm... so much to report... so little energy.
so on tuesday i went to the body worlds exhibit. it was really cool. i really liked the people that were only made out of veins and arteries and stuff. i got to play with a lung! it was so squishy and weird and amazing. this one corpse dude had a really bad d.i.y. tattoo and it was awesome. katy and i decided that female reproductive organs are prettier than male reproductive organs. i think uteruses are cute. so there.
there were little baby chicks hatching at the museum too. it was so cool. i got to see something being born. it was kinda beautiful. we all named chicks after us. max the one who kept doing flips because shes all flexible and does yoga and gymnasics and stuff, katy was the one that had a piece of shell over its eye cause she has bad eyesight, kennedy was the one hiding in its egg for awhile, charlie was the one that broke the shell and then just laid there chillin out, and zelda was the one that busted out of its shell without stopping once. oh yea... i had me a buff little chick. then, the next day, to my extreme horrification (is that a word?) J told me something that i probably should have noticed but was shocked all the same. theres little fluffy baby chicks there... but theres no actual big grownup chickens. THEY FUCKING KILL THE BABY CHICKS!!!! GODDAMN THEM!!!!! i almost cried, but was more infuriated. im breaking into the museum, setting the baby chickens free, and finding whoever started the whole thing and breaking their fucking kneecaps.
after the museum i hung out at alyse, J and emeldas house. it was uber fun-ness.
yesterday i was babysitting and one of the kids elbowed the other kid in the face. i put him in time out for an hour, and his mom got pissed at me. "you dont do that! you apologize to him now!" *sigh* it made me feel like a bad person... it still does. i laid on the kids bed and cried. it probably didnt help that i have PMS and was in one of those i'm-really-depressed-for-no-reason moods. i spent like 20 minutes today ranting to charlie about it. it helped that i had someone to talk to and just get stuff off my chest...
im going to san fransisco for spring break... i dont feel as excited as i should... its probably just my fear of airplanes mixed with the knowledge that im going to miss people... even if its only for like 10 days, 10 days is a long time....
so on tuesday i went to the body worlds exhibit. it was really cool. i really liked the people that were only made out of veins and arteries and stuff. i got to play with a lung! it was so squishy and weird and amazing. this one corpse dude had a really bad d.i.y. tattoo and it was awesome. katy and i decided that female reproductive organs are prettier than male reproductive organs. i think uteruses are cute. so there.
there were little baby chicks hatching at the museum too. it was so cool. i got to see something being born. it was kinda beautiful. we all named chicks after us. max the one who kept doing flips because shes all flexible and does yoga and gymnasics and stuff, katy was the one that had a piece of shell over its eye cause she has bad eyesight, kennedy was the one hiding in its egg for awhile, charlie was the one that broke the shell and then just laid there chillin out, and zelda was the one that busted out of its shell without stopping once. oh yea... i had me a buff little chick. then, the next day, to my extreme horrification (is that a word?) J told me something that i probably should have noticed but was shocked all the same. theres little fluffy baby chicks there... but theres no actual big grownup chickens. THEY FUCKING KILL THE BABY CHICKS!!!! GODDAMN THEM!!!!! i almost cried, but was more infuriated. im breaking into the museum, setting the baby chickens free, and finding whoever started the whole thing and breaking their fucking kneecaps.
after the museum i hung out at alyse, J and emeldas house. it was uber fun-ness.
yesterday i was babysitting and one of the kids elbowed the other kid in the face. i put him in time out for an hour, and his mom got pissed at me. "you dont do that! you apologize to him now!" *sigh* it made me feel like a bad person... it still does. i laid on the kids bed and cried. it probably didnt help that i have PMS and was in one of those i'm-really-depressed-for-no-reason moods. i spent like 20 minutes today ranting to charlie about it. it helped that i had someone to talk to and just get stuff off my chest...
im going to san fransisco for spring break... i dont feel as excited as i should... its probably just my fear of airplanes mixed with the knowledge that im going to miss people... even if its only for like 10 days, 10 days is a long time....