The fourth of july
well, today has certainly been an eventful day. Well, last night i had to babysit jonathan. Of course, we were at my dad's apartment in boston, and we had no toys, games or anything to entertain ourselves with. We spent a LONG time watching tv. Isnt it my luck that yesterday was one of those days that there was NOTHING on tv. Finally it was jonathans bedtime and he absolutely NEEDED to watch noisy obnoxious car racing to help him fall asleep. needless to say, i was annoyed. Finally, i put jonathan to bed and then i got to sleep.
This morning, I awoke to jonathan sticking his DISGUSTING, dirty, literally BLACK feet in my face. That pissed me off. after, me, dad, wendy, and jonathan went for a long, hot, walk. First, we had to cross a bridge over fast-moving traffic. Anyone who knows me well would know that i am afraid of heights (ask anyone at school; i wont go near the railing). so, i crossed the whole bridge in the dead center, becuz i was too afraid to go near either side. So, after the bridge incident, we walked through the Esplanade. On the way we saw a flock of geese, which had a few baby goslings, which were pretty cute. We saw some people who were floating on the charles river in a home-made raft. Jonathan had to point and gawk at them, which was pretty embarrassing.
since storrow drive was closed down, we figured we could walk on the road. on that road, i was almost run over by some crazy ass rollerbladers, and jonathan picked up and old, dirty, decrepid toy clock. I warned them that it was old and dirty and covered with germs, but, like always, nobody ever listens to me. as we continued walking, jonathan started whining and complaining about a few speakers playing music. so, we had to turn back, and head back to the dirt path. after we found the path, we walked for about 1/2 a mile, all just to get to an ice cream truck. jonathan got his "incredible hulk" ice cream. We stopped to let him finish. the way jonathan ate his ice cream bugged the crap out of me. he took forever to eat it, only because he takes the most miniscule, pathetic licks i had ever seen in my entire life. when he was done, there was a huge puddle of melted ice cream on the ground becuz most of it melted. Also, his face had this big green stain around his mouth, which also annoyed me.
on the way back, jonathan started whining becuz he wanted to walk on a big bridge. so, of course, we had to walk on the bridge. like i said before, i am terrified of heights. but, this time it was different. not only am i afraid of heights, but i am afraid of going into water if i cant see to bottom (we were over the charles river). being on this bridge was doubly scary, because there were crazy joggers, roller bladers,and bikers that were coming at me from all directions. one jogger even pushed me towards the railing, which caused me to get dizzy. when we were halfway across the bridge, jonathan wanted to turn back. so, we turned back and headed back to the apartment. on the way back, we stopped to buy a bottle of water to wash the green ice cream off his face. after his face was cleaned up, we started walking back home. on the way home,we passed a police car, who had a crazy hippie person trailing behind it. this crazy hippie person was singing this wierd song. i think he was drunk. i made a remark that i didnt like boston becuz there are crazy ppl everywhere.
we got back to the dirt path on the esplanade. jonathan then started to run 40, 50, even 60 ft. ahead. dad and wendy were too preoccupied talking, so i was the one who had to tell jonathan to slow down. when i did, jonathan started giving me backtalk and being a brat. of course, the parents didnt do anything. that made me mad too. then, jonathan started to pick up off the ground old pill bottles that STILL HAD PILLS IN THEM!!! when i told him to put them down, he started being a brat and yelling at me again. jonathan ran ahead again, and i had to point out to dad that "if someone wanted to pick up jonathan and kidnap him, we would be too far away to do anything." then dad said that if someone did grab him, then dad would run up and save him. then, i made a point saying that "suppose that the person who grabbed jonathan was faster than you, then you wouldnt be able to do anything." then he started making lame excuses on how he could be able to save him. i just said "whatever" and dropped the subject. by now, we were almost near the first bridge. we found the flock of geese again, and then jonathan started picking up the old, filthy bird feathers off the ground. noone would listen to me when i said that they were gross and full of germs, so right now we have a few old, moldy bird feathers in the carriage. wonderful...
so, we crossed the scary bridge again, and got back to the apartment. dad is sleeping in the chair next to me, and wendy is zonked out on the couch. jonathan is watching the obnoxious, noisy car races, and i am writing this journal entry. needless to say, at the end of all this, i am not a happy camper.
oh....great....i just remembered that dad and wendy are having company over to go on the roof and watch the fireworks. i hate fireworks...they are too noisy. so, i am going now, to go online and talk to friends and pretend im happy. cya lata!
This morning, I awoke to jonathan sticking his DISGUSTING, dirty, literally BLACK feet in my face. That pissed me off. after, me, dad, wendy, and jonathan went for a long, hot, walk. First, we had to cross a bridge over fast-moving traffic. Anyone who knows me well would know that i am afraid of heights (ask anyone at school; i wont go near the railing). so, i crossed the whole bridge in the dead center, becuz i was too afraid to go near either side. So, after the bridge incident, we walked through the Esplanade. On the way we saw a flock of geese, which had a few baby goslings, which were pretty cute. We saw some people who were floating on the charles river in a home-made raft. Jonathan had to point and gawk at them, which was pretty embarrassing.
since storrow drive was closed down, we figured we could walk on the road. on that road, i was almost run over by some crazy ass rollerbladers, and jonathan picked up and old, dirty, decrepid toy clock. I warned them that it was old and dirty and covered with germs, but, like always, nobody ever listens to me. as we continued walking, jonathan started whining and complaining about a few speakers playing music. so, we had to turn back, and head back to the dirt path. after we found the path, we walked for about 1/2 a mile, all just to get to an ice cream truck. jonathan got his "incredible hulk" ice cream. We stopped to let him finish. the way jonathan ate his ice cream bugged the crap out of me. he took forever to eat it, only because he takes the most miniscule, pathetic licks i had ever seen in my entire life. when he was done, there was a huge puddle of melted ice cream on the ground becuz most of it melted. Also, his face had this big green stain around his mouth, which also annoyed me.
on the way back, jonathan started whining becuz he wanted to walk on a big bridge. so, of course, we had to walk on the bridge. like i said before, i am terrified of heights. but, this time it was different. not only am i afraid of heights, but i am afraid of going into water if i cant see to bottom (we were over the charles river). being on this bridge was doubly scary, because there were crazy joggers, roller bladers,and bikers that were coming at me from all directions. one jogger even pushed me towards the railing, which caused me to get dizzy. when we were halfway across the bridge, jonathan wanted to turn back. so, we turned back and headed back to the apartment. on the way back, we stopped to buy a bottle of water to wash the green ice cream off his face. after his face was cleaned up, we started walking back home. on the way home,we passed a police car, who had a crazy hippie person trailing behind it. this crazy hippie person was singing this wierd song. i think he was drunk. i made a remark that i didnt like boston becuz there are crazy ppl everywhere.
we got back to the dirt path on the esplanade. jonathan then started to run 40, 50, even 60 ft. ahead. dad and wendy were too preoccupied talking, so i was the one who had to tell jonathan to slow down. when i did, jonathan started giving me backtalk and being a brat. of course, the parents didnt do anything. that made me mad too. then, jonathan started to pick up off the ground old pill bottles that STILL HAD PILLS IN THEM!!! when i told him to put them down, he started being a brat and yelling at me again. jonathan ran ahead again, and i had to point out to dad that "if someone wanted to pick up jonathan and kidnap him, we would be too far away to do anything." then dad said that if someone did grab him, then dad would run up and save him. then, i made a point saying that "suppose that the person who grabbed jonathan was faster than you, then you wouldnt be able to do anything." then he started making lame excuses on how he could be able to save him. i just said "whatever" and dropped the subject. by now, we were almost near the first bridge. we found the flock of geese again, and then jonathan started picking up the old, filthy bird feathers off the ground. noone would listen to me when i said that they were gross and full of germs, so right now we have a few old, moldy bird feathers in the carriage. wonderful...
so, we crossed the scary bridge again, and got back to the apartment. dad is sleeping in the chair next to me, and wendy is zonked out on the couch. jonathan is watching the obnoxious, noisy car races, and i am writing this journal entry. needless to say, at the end of all this, i am not a happy camper.
oh....great....i just remembered that dad and wendy are having company over to go on the roof and watch the fireworks. i hate fireworks...they are too noisy. so, i am going now, to go online and talk to friends and pretend im happy. cya lata!