so here i go..again.
since lizzies new lj,
i found some inspiration to update
all of you on my life. and stuff.
quit my job at ritas. loong time ago.
like in..may. they were sad.
but i sure as hell wasn't.
now im doing time at my aunts
house babysitting for 6 ballin'
ass kids who are SO GOOD. like
they're all so smart and i barely
have to do anything and i love it.
i just REALIZED how awesome they
were today, actally. this is why:
i get a call yesterday from my mom
and i was SO HAPPY to not have work
today and i was so stoked and i didn't
want to do A THING. just sit on my ass.
so i get a call from her and she base
PUT ME IN A SITCH, THAT I COULDN'T SAY
NO TO. i had to babysit. on my day off.
for four kids. that..were..oh..my..god.
im not saying that they were bad.
but my arms hurt from a million piggy
back rides, and my scalp hurt from them
pulling at my SCRUNCHED hair. and trying
to steal shit out of my bag and my bracelets
and making fun of my newfound "big mouth".
what the HELL. and i couldn't just sit there
and watch a movie with them. i had to be kicked.
and sat on. and crawled all over like a human
jungle gym. i was going to kill myself. and the
best part of the whole thing was..that i had to
BE THERE FOR SEVEN HOURS STRAIGHT
yeah okay. thats a REALLY long time to be around
kids. in reality, i HATE kids, unless they're my
cousins. which i love and have a newfound respect
for. they don't scream, hit each other, cry, tell
each other to shut up. i mean oh. my. god. moses.
i'm so glad it over i was really going to kill
myself. and they want me to go back, but really.
i just can't get the mentality to do that.
plus, im doing full-time for my aunt when school
starts. like errands, practices, baby duty (or doody)
the whole shabang. which isn't bad because those
kids are total angels.
i need to go shopping soon.
like i feel like i have no clothes to wear.
i wish that when you got sick of clothes,
you can just refund it and get something
else for the same amount of money, not that
thrift store shit.
school. don't even get me started.
i have way too much to say.
that wasn't enough to write.
but i'm way too tired.
i found some inspiration to update
all of you on my life. and stuff.
quit my job at ritas. loong time ago.
like in..may. they were sad.
but i sure as hell wasn't.
now im doing time at my aunts
house babysitting for 6 ballin'
ass kids who are SO GOOD. like
they're all so smart and i barely
have to do anything and i love it.
i just REALIZED how awesome they
were today, actally. this is why:
i get a call yesterday from my mom
and i was SO HAPPY to not have work
today and i was so stoked and i didn't
want to do A THING. just sit on my ass.
so i get a call from her and she base
PUT ME IN A SITCH, THAT I COULDN'T SAY
NO TO. i had to babysit. on my day off.
for four kids. that..were..oh..my..god.
im not saying that they were bad.
but my arms hurt from a million piggy
back rides, and my scalp hurt from them
pulling at my SCRUNCHED hair. and trying
to steal shit out of my bag and my bracelets
and making fun of my newfound "big mouth".
what the HELL. and i couldn't just sit there
and watch a movie with them. i had to be kicked.
and sat on. and crawled all over like a human
jungle gym. i was going to kill myself. and the
best part of the whole thing was..that i had to
BE THERE FOR SEVEN HOURS STRAIGHT
yeah okay. thats a REALLY long time to be around
kids. in reality, i HATE kids, unless they're my
cousins. which i love and have a newfound respect
for. they don't scream, hit each other, cry, tell
each other to shut up. i mean oh. my. god. moses.
i'm so glad it over i was really going to kill
myself. and they want me to go back, but really.
i just can't get the mentality to do that.
plus, im doing full-time for my aunt when school
starts. like errands, practices, baby duty (or doody)
the whole shabang. which isn't bad because those
kids are total angels.
i need to go shopping soon.
like i feel like i have no clothes to wear.
i wish that when you got sick of clothes,
you can just refund it and get something
else for the same amount of money, not that
thrift store shit.
school. don't even get me started.
i have way too much to say.
that wasn't enough to write.
but i'm way too tired.