god hates me
Today has been a very weird day. Let me start by talking about last night (more like this morning.) Around 1, right after a very riveting episode of the twilight zone, I stand up, and, noticing a thing right by my foot, I give a stifled scream. I hop over to behind Choo Choo on the couch and point at the spot. I said there was a huge bug there. So she tells me to get callie downstairs, which surprisingly was easier than I had expected. Callie was kind of afraid of it, and long story short, we spent an hour trying to kill it by drowning, soaping, dusting, and callieing. When all four of these methods proved useless, we put it under a lid. And then we put a soup can on it. And then two more. And a barstool with a cloth over it and a sign reading, "DO NOT REMOVE GREEN LID OR SOUP CANS" Yeah. That night Choo Choo slept in the family room and I slept in my (newly [somewhat] cleaned!) room. Addy called me today asking if I wanted to go to church camp with her because she needed help taking care of ten kindergarteners. I accepted, though solely from the kindness of my heart and my sympathy for Addy. I have to get up at 8 tomorrow. It ends at 11. Then about ten minutes ago, Annie calls inviting me to go to her church camp from 9-3. She said there'd be swimming and pizza. Hm... should I choose to go swimming and eating free pizza or taking care of a bunch of screaming kids? Unfortunately, I asked Mom if I could help addy on friday and she said I had a lesson later that day so I'd be too tired or worn out so I guess I'm going to babysit tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure I made it clear two years ago that I am an atheist.
I'm pretty sure I made it clear two years ago that I am an atheist.