i have fallen below charcol.....
well as seth cohen says, i have fallen below charcoal on his color coaded chart thing. i had THE shitties new years i have ever had. hope that i dont spend the rest of the year the way i spent new years... heres how the great dec. 31st, 2004 played out.
i went to mall of america with my mom.. i was planning to blow through my 200 dollars plus more within the first 2 hours. nope didnt happen. i spent probly a total of 30 dollers... wow. so then i had to babysit.. the little kid wore me out.. finally went to bed around 1000. i played xbox by myself for a while, then watched ryan seacrest and the ball drop for 2005. i ordered elf on pay per view at 1230am 2005, and watched that. i fell asleep around 300 on their basement couch. i woke up to their dog vomiting in the kitchen. the grossest thing ive ever seen.. well almost. yea 5 fricken 30 in the morning. so i let him outside and hes running around and im like oooomg. this cant be happening. so i use like half the paper towel roll to clean some of it up cuz i didnt want to step in it.. ick. well the dog was outside for an hour and throwing up some more. ewww. so finally he came back in at like 630 and i was settling back down to sleep when the child comes down stairs. you've got to be kidding me. he wants to play xbox and im like no. watch tv and hes like "i dont want to watch tv" and im like fine, ill tell your parents that they should get rid of the cable and hes like noo i was just kidding. then of course he wants me to make him breakfast. he had trix, pizza and then wanted grapefruit. he told me how to cut it and went downstairs. i cut it, but of course its not to his liking. so i cut the other half with him standing there. he wants me to cut each individual triangle and im like fuck no.. (in my head of course) i said if you want grapefruit here you go. im not cutting it into little pieces. your 8 years old. he said ok and skipped back downstairs to watch tv. finally at 900 in the morning, jan. 1. 2005, the parents come home. and i was really dissapointed. last year i babysat for them only till about 3ish but still slept over cuz they were drunk. this year, they came home at 9 because they stayed at a hotel. i get paid the exact same amout. i get more money working for less hours. so that pisses me off. i got 2.5 hours of sleep. im tired
i spent my new years cleaning up dog vomit. not the ideal way. i didnt get a new years kiss and that was even more depressing. and im sick .. wow my life just gets better with every year that passes by.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
i went to mall of america with my mom.. i was planning to blow through my 200 dollars plus more within the first 2 hours. nope didnt happen. i spent probly a total of 30 dollers... wow. so then i had to babysit.. the little kid wore me out.. finally went to bed around 1000. i played xbox by myself for a while, then watched ryan seacrest and the ball drop for 2005. i ordered elf on pay per view at 1230am 2005, and watched that. i fell asleep around 300 on their basement couch. i woke up to their dog vomiting in the kitchen. the grossest thing ive ever seen.. well almost. yea 5 fricken 30 in the morning. so i let him outside and hes running around and im like oooomg. this cant be happening. so i use like half the paper towel roll to clean some of it up cuz i didnt want to step in it.. ick. well the dog was outside for an hour and throwing up some more. ewww. so finally he came back in at like 630 and i was settling back down to sleep when the child comes down stairs. you've got to be kidding me. he wants to play xbox and im like no. watch tv and hes like "i dont want to watch tv" and im like fine, ill tell your parents that they should get rid of the cable and hes like noo i was just kidding. then of course he wants me to make him breakfast. he had trix, pizza and then wanted grapefruit. he told me how to cut it and went downstairs. i cut it, but of course its not to his liking. so i cut the other half with him standing there. he wants me to cut each individual triangle and im like fuck no.. (in my head of course) i said if you want grapefruit here you go. im not cutting it into little pieces. your 8 years old. he said ok and skipped back downstairs to watch tv. finally at 900 in the morning, jan. 1. 2005, the parents come home. and i was really dissapointed. last year i babysat for them only till about 3ish but still slept over cuz they were drunk. this year, they came home at 9 because they stayed at a hotel. i get paid the exact same amout. i get more money working for less hours. so that pisses me off. i got 2.5 hours of sleep. im tired
i spent my new years cleaning up dog vomit. not the ideal way. i didnt get a new years kiss and that was even more depressing. and im sick .. wow my life just gets better with every year that passes by.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah