Murasaki, not murisaki.

Oct 10, 2005 09:16

So Erp invited me to come with her and Wilford to Six Flags, which shall be extremely fun. I'm excited. There is some confusion over how her dad will react on finding out that *shock* *horror* a BOY is coming, but I think it'll work out. I love the fact that two of my favorite people in the world are getting along so well. It makes me feel all happy and fuzzy-warm inside.

I had to do so very very much babysitting this week, but I made boatloads of cash, so it's all cool. I am getting a good reputation, which I like. You can always call on people you've babysat for for references and suchlike. But everyone is overpaying me! Look at this: I babysat for one family with three kids for 4 hours and a bit, and they paid me $40. The next night I watched two children for two and a half hours, and they gave me $20. This is a good trend.

I had to make bread for Home Ec, without using a breadmaker, and it came out surprisingly well, although it was shaped kinda like a football. There was a little drama involved, of the OMG-my-bread-isn't-rising-what-do-I-do sort, but it worked out well and became THE BEST BREAD EVER!! Dad especially liked it. I brought some for my teacher at OG, *supposedly* for her to grade but really because I wanted to show it off. She really liked it too. Then she joked around a bit and said "Oh, it's acceptable. I'll say... C-." When I told this to Dad, he took it seriously, and honestly, the look on his face was hilarious. "C- for this wonderful bread?!?!" I baked more the next couple of days. Our neighbors liked it "It's better than cookies!", the people at church liked it, everything is wonderful.

*end commercial for Jessie's bread*

Speaking of church, yesterday Mozzle acolyted with me for the first time. He did a good job, considering. No major screw-ups. Of course, the amazing Meddling Leechwoman is so very happy with this devolopment, But, "Jessie, you can't train him" *grabs my shoulder and gets into my face* "Not that I don't trust you, of course, because you're a very trustworthy person, but because since you're his sister, he listens to you differently. You don't give him enough responsibility, because you know him too closely. I'm not saying you're a bad sister, because you're a wonderful sister. You look after him. But you need to be objective" this from the lady who let him hold a dog last week at the Animal Blessing service and SURPRISE he let go of it, letting it run rampant around the courtyard. She's supposed to be better at judging what he can do because she DOESN'T know him? Then of course she has to look at the flame of the candle he's holding (which, because it's a bad wick, is almost nonexistant), and make a deal out of relighting it, even though I told her it's not going to get any better. And really, who wants to give Miles a hugely flaming candle? I didn't SAY this, of course, because it would spark another 'conversation' but I thought it really loudly.

She grabbed me again after church at coffee break and raved about my bread. While this is a more pleasing subject to me, it still wasn't fun. And all I'm going to say about it now is that you'd think, if you make a habit of getting REALLY CLOSE into people's faces, you'd remember to brush your teeth better, or at least carry around some mints. That's all.

On Thursday we (as in, Mom and I) wallpapered my room. About halfway through I realized I was being no help, so I retired into my bathroom to clean and get rid of my fishtank. I even washed off all the gravel. Everything is shiny and packaged up now, although there is a possibly-permanent mineral deposit on my mirror. I put the three remaining fish (two starving baby guppies and Pierre) in a tupperware and left them on the kitchen counter with the lid cracked so they could breathe. The cat killed them. It was very sad. Tory cried. But at least now I don't have to worry about finding them a home. A fishtank you can give to a thrift shop - fish, you cannot.

My room looks much better now with wallpaper that actually matches the decor instead of the tired sunflower-strewn holdover from the old days.

Also, I have a new favorite webcomic to add to my meager collection. (Now with THREE different sites!) It's called Questionable Content, and it's really funny. It makes fun of goth and indie rock cultures. It includes wacky crazy females, a talking robot, and a clueless roommate. Hi-larious. www.questionablecontent.net
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