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I'm in an incredible mood
Except my mom's acting bitchy (not that that's unusual) and I want to leave. But alas, whateverness, I care not.
I have a headache too... it bothers me mildly as well.
I had to get to the rink at 7 this morning on the Deddy's way to work 'cause my mom left to drive Kiri to the cities. For today, and who knows when she's coming back. So I went up to Marshall briefly and was a smidgen hyper in seeing all my loves once more, if for only a moment before they had class. Alas. Then I fully vented about the new judging system, had pilates, hung out at Brandon's for awhile until I had to get on the ice (was late, of course) then got a ride home with Heather. She was incredibly nice to me for that short time, after seeing me ride-less and offering. It was cool.
Yes, I still know you all live for my play-by-play of my day.
Uhum...
I love my Dad. Seriously. He's awesome. He's going to give me money to pre-school-year shop. My mom argued with him about that. She thinks that as long as my ENTIERLY TOO MINIMAL clothes from last year fit me REMOTELY I'm good. Argh! I dislike her.
Lemmi see... I distinctly remember about two minutes ago realising something distinctly vaguely important to say. However, I know not now what it may have been.
Oh yes.
I am babysitting for les Halls this weekend.
Get this:
9 AM Saturday 'till 5 PM Sunday.
Whoa.
Awesome. Lotsa monies and cute (if at times loud and obnoxious) young children. Plus Reagan and Miss Kjersten are old enough to take care of themselves, so I need not worry of overstrenuous running about. Unfortunatly, babysitting wears me out. How I'll last all the time... cell phones are bliss. After the kiddies go to bed, that's what I'll be doing (but not until they're sleeping o'course, 'cause that'd be bad babysitting)
Wow. I'm talking silly tonight.
Blame it on the headache.
And I'm incredibly hungry.
Off to eat loves.
Except my mom's acting bitchy (not that that's unusual) and I want to leave. But alas, whateverness, I care not.
I have a headache too... it bothers me mildly as well.
I had to get to the rink at 7 this morning on the Deddy's way to work 'cause my mom left to drive Kiri to the cities. For today, and who knows when she's coming back. So I went up to Marshall briefly and was a smidgen hyper in seeing all my loves once more, if for only a moment before they had class. Alas. Then I fully vented about the new judging system, had pilates, hung out at Brandon's for awhile until I had to get on the ice (was late, of course) then got a ride home with Heather. She was incredibly nice to me for that short time, after seeing me ride-less and offering. It was cool.
Yes, I still know you all live for my play-by-play of my day.
Uhum...
I love my Dad. Seriously. He's awesome. He's going to give me money to pre-school-year shop. My mom argued with him about that. She thinks that as long as my ENTIERLY TOO MINIMAL clothes from last year fit me REMOTELY I'm good. Argh! I dislike her.
Lemmi see... I distinctly remember about two minutes ago realising something distinctly vaguely important to say. However, I know not now what it may have been.
Oh yes.
I am babysitting for les Halls this weekend.
Get this:
9 AM Saturday 'till 5 PM Sunday.
Whoa.
Awesome. Lotsa monies and cute (if at times loud and obnoxious) young children. Plus Reagan and Miss Kjersten are old enough to take care of themselves, so I need not worry of overstrenuous running about. Unfortunatly, babysitting wears me out. How I'll last all the time... cell phones are bliss. After the kiddies go to bed, that's what I'll be doing (but not until they're sleeping o'course, 'cause that'd be bad babysitting)
Wow. I'm talking silly tonight.
Blame it on the headache.
And I'm incredibly hungry.
Off to eat loves.