Look in my eyes. I'm jaded now, whatever that means.
By sharing these things,
I rip my heart out.
It's worth my time.
Whatever that means.
Worked today. The girls don't nap anymore. So I have to keep them entertained, every minute. Otherwise, they'll kill eachother for a Barbie, or some crap like that. It's not easy. Thank heavens for movies and TV. Wish they could watch all day. Too bad they need to do other stuff, to develop properly and stuff. Lol. At least Philip was easy today. Kind of. He was kind of violent, too, though. Caroline was on the toilet, and he came in and started opening and shutting the lid on her back. I didn't discover this for awhile. Probably because she just yelled "OW...OWW...OW...OW!". Uhm..how about "Ann, HELP ME!"? Oh well. She seemed fine..besides the crabbiness, which was there before hand, anyhow.
Dan asked me to babysit friday night, too. Lucky for him, I don't have a life.
Now, I'm home. Well, not home. The apartment. Bored. Really. BORED. Meghan just came over, again. She tries to take away my music. "A CD? Whyy? Can't we just watch TV?!" NO! Let me listen to my music, poohole!
I really should get another job. Really. Or something. Yeah.
I think I'm gonna paint tonight. Or dye my hair. Or something. HM.
I need hair dying help. HELP! I don't know what to do about this black! I wanna just do it, and then bleach parts out, but I know it's a bitch to get out. I just don't know how I'm gonna get the hair blue. The black is going to be a mess. I can just tell. I really don't want to bleach the front of my head, then dye the back of my head black and put black streaks in the bleached hair. That's so damn much work, and also hard. I bet that's what I'll end up doing, though. BOO! Hair dying is non-easy. Yet, I'm obsessed with it. Hm. Yes.
Anyway. I wonder if my ID came yet. I'd like to have that.
The smoke alarm went off. I don't know why. I don't smell smoke. Strange.
Speaking of smoke, I think there are some big pot heads around here. Probably in the building. Or at the farthest, next door. I smell some stuff every once in awhile.
Can you tell I'm bored? I keep going on and on.
I AM BORED.
I rip my heart out.
It's worth my time.
Whatever that means.
Worked today. The girls don't nap anymore. So I have to keep them entertained, every minute. Otherwise, they'll kill eachother for a Barbie, or some crap like that. It's not easy. Thank heavens for movies and TV. Wish they could watch all day. Too bad they need to do other stuff, to develop properly and stuff. Lol. At least Philip was easy today. Kind of. He was kind of violent, too, though. Caroline was on the toilet, and he came in and started opening and shutting the lid on her back. I didn't discover this for awhile. Probably because she just yelled "OW...OWW...OW...OW!". Uhm..how about "Ann, HELP ME!"? Oh well. She seemed fine..besides the crabbiness, which was there before hand, anyhow.
Dan asked me to babysit friday night, too. Lucky for him, I don't have a life.
Now, I'm home. Well, not home. The apartment. Bored. Really. BORED. Meghan just came over, again. She tries to take away my music. "A CD? Whyy? Can't we just watch TV?!" NO! Let me listen to my music, poohole!
I really should get another job. Really. Or something. Yeah.
I think I'm gonna paint tonight. Or dye my hair. Or something. HM.
I need hair dying help. HELP! I don't know what to do about this black! I wanna just do it, and then bleach parts out, but I know it's a bitch to get out. I just don't know how I'm gonna get the hair blue. The black is going to be a mess. I can just tell. I really don't want to bleach the front of my head, then dye the back of my head black and put black streaks in the bleached hair. That's so damn much work, and also hard. I bet that's what I'll end up doing, though. BOO! Hair dying is non-easy. Yet, I'm obsessed with it. Hm. Yes.
Anyway. I wonder if my ID came yet. I'd like to have that.
The smoke alarm went off. I don't know why. I don't smell smoke. Strange.
Speaking of smoke, I think there are some big pot heads around here. Probably in the building. Or at the farthest, next door. I smell some stuff every once in awhile.
Can you tell I'm bored? I keep going on and on.
I AM BORED.