I'm Totally Crushing
Today was a day dedicated to two things, and two things alone--children and pirates.
My dear friend Katie is currently in some unspecified location, and so I have temporarily seized her ridiculously overpaid position as babysitter for an 11-year-old girl named Noelle.
Now, I'm pretty sure most of you out there are quite familiar with the special relationship children and I share. I'm absolutely terrified of anything under the age of 13--yet, for some sadistic and inexplicable reason, they are very much drawn to me. I think my fear attracts them in much the same way that blood attracts sharks. It's very peculiar.
Noelle was no exception to this rule, and bombarded me with questions the moment I was within her line of sight. However, I found myself getting less and less nervous as the day progressed. She's actually a very intelligent girl for her age.
Children are astoundingly perceptive. In the middle of one of our conversations, she stopped abruptly and asked what my normal hair color was. I was totally shocked. Most people fail to realize that my hair is not naturally red, despite the fact that (1) my eyebrows are not red, and (2) I'm a complete slacker when it comes to touching up my roots.
And I'm starting to suspect that how old I look is somehow fully dependent on my present company. Back during the school year, when I went out to eat with Chris (who's 22), I was, on several occasions, offered alcohol. Today, when I went to Friendly's with Noelle, I was offered a children's menu, and a bendable, color-changing straw. I ordered from the adult menu, but let's just say I didn't exactly decline the second offer. Seriously, it's like the coolest straw ever.
After work was even better. I was going to stay in and sleep/be dumb, but instead I decided to see Pirates of the Caribbean for the second time, with Chelsea, Brian, Brendan, Colin, Jim, Corey, and Mike (aka "The Stange"). Jim and Corey tried to steal the poster for the aforementioned movie, but failed to do so, mainly due to stupidity.
I'd just like to mention that Pirates of the Caribbean is currently the only film that I have ever watched that actually makes me want to have lots and lots of sex, with anything. Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, and female lead whose name I am not familiar with, are all SO HOTT. When Orlando Bloom and female lead kissed at the end, Brian and I were trying very, very hard to figure out which one of them to be more jealous of. We never actually reached any sort of conclusion on that issue.
Then we headed on over to the Fay household where we partook of old NES games and weird fruity soda. Corey left at some point with my right shoe. We were all under the impression that he had every intention of coming back and returning it. However, after he'd been gone for about 3 hours, we realized were greatly mistaken. The haiku in his away message kinda tipped us off:
Jess's Foot is Home
The shoe was ripped from its home
I have jess's shoe
My shoelessness prompted us to call in Dan for some reason, and upon his 1:30 AM arrival, we set out for Corey's, armed to the teeth with swords and ice scrapers. He returned the shoe. Nobody was harmed. Well, Corey may have been. And Dan kinda thwacked me in the arm with one of the swords. But whatever, the ends justify the means.
So now I'm here, updating, exhausted, not looking forward to the fact that I have to wake up at 7:00 AM tomorrow, again. I guess it's time for sleep. Yeah. I'ma go do that now.