:/
I'm pretty mad at some certain people right now. I doubt any of them are reading this, but...just let it be known. I don't like having rudeness like that shoved in my face. I'm insulted, I'm hurt, and I'm mostly pissed off.
Ummmm yeah. I dunno why that was important enough to warrant an LJ entry. Maybe I just wanted to update and...um...I don't know.
Summer's amazing so far. Except for the parts that suck, or are lame. But the amazing parts make up for that.
Work sucks, but it pays good. I've managed to find and be employed by the mom of the most obnoxious, inexplicably self-entitled, bipolar kids ever. Seriously. If you leave them to their own devices, they'll just start killing each other. I mean, me and my brothers have sibling rivalry shit going on. We hit each other and call each other names (well, not so much as we used to, say, 8 years ago, but still). But these kids like...like fucking hate each other. They'll just...kick the shit out of each other because one of them decided to sit within five feet of another.
So I mostly just read and when they fight I tell them to quit it. And give them incredulous looks. It works.
The whole "go ahead and use the pool! Wear your bathing suit! Lie in the sun!" aspect of the job doesn't hurt either except when I get some awkward sunburn or something.
Anyway. So I have work tomorrow...hopefully I'll be off work and alive at 5 to go to Sam's barbeque. Yaaayyy barbeques! :D And fireworks. I like fireworks. ^_^
Then Tuesday is the 4th, aka James's party, which means my grandparents and the Dubbelings are here for numerous days, which means my house? Friggin insane. The house is going to explode from all the pasta salad my mom, aunt and grandma are planning to make tomorrow.
Which isn't really cool. Not a big fan of the pasta salad.
But we have our own fireworks which we smuggle up from over the border of the Mason-Dixon line.
Also, yelling "Go back to New York and learn how to fucking drive!!" out a car window is really no reason for someone to go "KATIE!! WE'RE GOING TO GET KILLED!!" and roll up the windows. Right? Right. :P
Ummmm so that's really all. I mean, I could probably find something else to ramble about for another billion years, but...I'm tired. lol.
In closing...
NOT GRANNY PANTIES.
♥ ;P
ps. Audrey. You still have my ipod, and possibly my sunglasses. You better not be listening to it and wasting all my battery. I know my large yellowcard collection is tempting, though.
Don't eat my candy either.
:)
no one's gay for mole man.
Ummmm yeah. I dunno why that was important enough to warrant an LJ entry. Maybe I just wanted to update and...um...I don't know.
Summer's amazing so far. Except for the parts that suck, or are lame. But the amazing parts make up for that.
Work sucks, but it pays good. I've managed to find and be employed by the mom of the most obnoxious, inexplicably self-entitled, bipolar kids ever. Seriously. If you leave them to their own devices, they'll just start killing each other. I mean, me and my brothers have sibling rivalry shit going on. We hit each other and call each other names (well, not so much as we used to, say, 8 years ago, but still). But these kids like...like fucking hate each other. They'll just...kick the shit out of each other because one of them decided to sit within five feet of another.
So I mostly just read and when they fight I tell them to quit it. And give them incredulous looks. It works.
The whole "go ahead and use the pool! Wear your bathing suit! Lie in the sun!" aspect of the job doesn't hurt either except when I get some awkward sunburn or something.
Anyway. So I have work tomorrow...hopefully I'll be off work and alive at 5 to go to Sam's barbeque. Yaaayyy barbeques! :D And fireworks. I like fireworks. ^_^
Then Tuesday is the 4th, aka James's party, which means my grandparents and the Dubbelings are here for numerous days, which means my house? Friggin insane. The house is going to explode from all the pasta salad my mom, aunt and grandma are planning to make tomorrow.
Which isn't really cool. Not a big fan of the pasta salad.
But we have our own fireworks which we smuggle up from over the border of the Mason-Dixon line.
Also, yelling "Go back to New York and learn how to fucking drive!!" out a car window is really no reason for someone to go "KATIE!! WE'RE GOING TO GET KILLED!!" and roll up the windows. Right? Right. :P
Ummmm so that's really all. I mean, I could probably find something else to ramble about for another billion years, but...I'm tired. lol.
In closing...
NOT GRANNY PANTIES.
♥ ;P
ps. Audrey. You still have my ipod, and possibly my sunglasses. You better not be listening to it and wasting all my battery. I know my large yellowcard collection is tempting, though.
Don't eat my candy either.
:)
no one's gay for mole man.