I was on your porch last night, the smoke it sank into my skin.
This weekend was kinda different, kinda fun. I was supposed to be babysitting at a retreat at T Bar M, which I did, but I mostly listened to music and did a ton of thinking. I alllsssooooo became a master of both ping pong and foosball and learned how to play pool . I'm no pool shark, but I can clear the table in about 40 minutes. That's right... I'm that good. Don't even bother challenging me to a game. Just don't.
T Bar M was teeming with UT students, and I talked to a few of them, which was cool since I just got my acceptance letter this weekend, so I can actually call myself a longhorn. I'll most likely be going there, but other colleges are still pending. 'Twas only a little awkward since I was taking care of this toddler with hair blonder than mine who kept saying mama. So maybe they all thought I was a mother, but oh well. At least they thought I had an adorable kid.
I love babies but every time I take care of them for any longer than a couple hours, I add another year to how many years I don't want kids. I'm up to about 15. I added 2 years this weekend after i got hit in the face with crayons and my tres expensive necklace got knotted up and chewed and sucked on.
life in general is too confusing and weird lately, so it was nice to go away and get paid to do so. even if it was only in new braunfels. heh. why isn't it summer yet?
there, an actual update. not that anyone reads these things anymore, it's only myspace, myspace, myspace. jeeeeeeez
T Bar M was teeming with UT students, and I talked to a few of them, which was cool since I just got my acceptance letter this weekend, so I can actually call myself a longhorn. I'll most likely be going there, but other colleges are still pending. 'Twas only a little awkward since I was taking care of this toddler with hair blonder than mine who kept saying mama. So maybe they all thought I was a mother, but oh well. At least they thought I had an adorable kid.
I love babies but every time I take care of them for any longer than a couple hours, I add another year to how many years I don't want kids. I'm up to about 15. I added 2 years this weekend after i got hit in the face with crayons and my tres expensive necklace got knotted up and chewed and sucked on.
life in general is too confusing and weird lately, so it was nice to go away and get paid to do so. even if it was only in new braunfels. heh. why isn't it summer yet?
there, an actual update. not that anyone reads these things anymore, it's only myspace, myspace, myspace. jeeeeeeez