My life revolves around a tv show...
Referring to my previous statement, my amazing adviser has managed to get my pass/fail grade for Intro to Terrorism reversed into an actual, which means that I will graduate if I pass all my classes. AWESOME! That takes alot of pressure off of me. Telling my mom I might not graduate was terrible, but the fact that it opened up a whole new can of worms about whether or not I will walk at graduation was almost worse. She's determined to get me to walk at graduation, and quite frankly, I don't want to. It's a long, stupid, boring ceremony where we're told that we've accomplished so much, and then they give us a diploma that will very likely help me get an extra fifty cents an hour from whatever fifties diner, chain hotel, or family gym I end up working at. My mom see this as her oldest daughter graduating from college---something she always regretted not doing. Slap on more sympathy why don't we?
Yesterday was my day of no classes. I picked up Cassie and Hope from after-school and we went to the playground. I pushed them on the tire swing until they were giggling and screaming that swinging with their eyes closed felt like they were floating in the sky. We played hide and seek. I did a lot of seeking. Once it got too cold to play outside, I took them to the cafeteria. Two hot dogs, two helpings of french fries, two fortune cookies, and two ice cream cones later, I had them back at their house completely exhausted from two five year olds.
Last night I couldn't fall asleep, and I'm pretty sure that I only got one or two hours of sleep. I woke up to a text from Cristina that the girls didn't have school so she needed me to babysit. I trudged over here in ankle deep water to watch them. We played some games, watched some Goodburger, and ate some pizza. The two of them devoured an entire large pepperoni pizza themselves. It was disconcerting. The good news is that I got my laundry done, and that I'm periodically distracted by the events of Blues Clues. Apparently this episode explains the change from Steve to Joe. I'm convinced Joe is hitting on me.
I missed LOST at its regularly scheduled time, but I watched it this afternoon. I was slightly disappointed because it told us nothing that we already didn't know. There was no new information revealed. I was sorely disappointed. Plus, I miss Charlie. He was my favorite. But the funyn thing about LOST is that one mediocre episode is infinitely better than a phenomenal episode of any other show.
Yesterday was my day of no classes. I picked up Cassie and Hope from after-school and we went to the playground. I pushed them on the tire swing until they were giggling and screaming that swinging with their eyes closed felt like they were floating in the sky. We played hide and seek. I did a lot of seeking. Once it got too cold to play outside, I took them to the cafeteria. Two hot dogs, two helpings of french fries, two fortune cookies, and two ice cream cones later, I had them back at their house completely exhausted from two five year olds.
Last night I couldn't fall asleep, and I'm pretty sure that I only got one or two hours of sleep. I woke up to a text from Cristina that the girls didn't have school so she needed me to babysit. I trudged over here in ankle deep water to watch them. We played some games, watched some Goodburger, and ate some pizza. The two of them devoured an entire large pepperoni pizza themselves. It was disconcerting. The good news is that I got my laundry done, and that I'm periodically distracted by the events of Blues Clues. Apparently this episode explains the change from Steve to Joe. I'm convinced Joe is hitting on me.
I missed LOST at its regularly scheduled time, but I watched it this afternoon. I was slightly disappointed because it told us nothing that we already didn't know. There was no new information revealed. I was sorely disappointed. Plus, I miss Charlie. He was my favorite. But the funyn thing about LOST is that one mediocre episode is infinitely better than a phenomenal episode of any other show.