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2005-03-03 - 9:28 a.m. HEY! It's finally letting me write! Whew! No more busy server. (Kudos to diaryland by the way, your server was bust for twenty flipping minutes!) Getting down to business: okay, so, mutual last night ended up being a BLAST! (Yes i saw Cameron and yes I talked to him for like five minutes, and NO I won't bore you with the details as I'm probably the only one who's THAT interested in it) We played giant Twister and I won two out of three games! yay! power to me! I felt good, I usually suck at Twister. Last night, the longest game lasted twenty-five minutes and there were some awkward positions, i'll tell you! luckily, it was only with the girls. (I don't think they'd allow a unisex game of Twister at my church actually) so the awkward positions just hurt physically. Haha. I got sick at babysitting. . . AGAIN! I'm always sick! ugh! I didn't have to go home early though, luckily that kid is addictied to Star Wars and the baby was very sleepy that day, so when I got sick the baby was already asleep and I turned on Star Wars for the older one. (He always watches episode 1, which is my least favorite out of every single one. And then, five minutes after the pod races are over, he switches it to episode five, so we never get completely through with either one. But whatever floats his boat and keeps him quiet.) Anyway, he sat and watched and asked questions through the whole thing as usual, and between dozing in and out of a dizzy coma, I'd answer him. haha, I make it sound like I was dying. I just got really nauseated. (I blame Bruce, by the way and if you don't know who Bruce is, you missed one heck of an entry yesterday!) Anyway, their mom came home early and I pretended I was fine, which I wasn't, but I'm very good at hiding that kind of stuff when I have to. And when I get home, I threw up. No, just kidding, I can't throw up, my body doesn't let me, but I wanted to. I went to bed and couldn't sleep and then, miraculously ten minutes later, I was fine. I hate Bruce. Okay, so today I have to go to school for math tutoring. Happy happy joy joy. And then I'm going show shopping. If I can, I want to find pink boots and some white tennies and new fli flops. Darn, there goes seventy bucks. And now I have no steady job, which sucks. at least I'm going to work tomorrow. I'm trying to think of something fastenating to say, but my mind is going very blank. My cousin crashed here last night after taking her boyfriend to the airport. She came at three in the morning and my dog raised Cain until my mom shut her up. So that's what time I woke up this morning. But I'm strangely peppy regardless. Oh and speaking of my cousin, I decided what the answer to my birthday delema is. It's not anything nearly as exciting as Molly's circus, but what I'm going to do it this: I have these friends that have a really nice big backyard with a pool and everything (honestly, I think we're the only family in cali who doesen't have a pool in their backyard.) So, we're gonna see how much they'd charge us to use it for that night. My cousins have a HUGE stereo system and my cousin, Ty, loves to DJ. So I told him we'd pay him like twenty bucks to DJ for me that night. It may seem cheap, but again, I have no money. Anyway, so he's going to do that for me and we're going to have a massive dance and everyone is going to bring their three favorite CDs and pick three favorite songs from their CDs and we're gonna have a massive pool party/dance. It should be pretty fun. Now my only fear is that no one will show up and we'll have gone to all of this trouble to have no one show up and that would suck.Big time. Oh well, if it bombs, at least there was always Molly's party. haha, sad. Anywhoo, that's about all Magoo. I can't think of anything else and now I must shower and get ready for school. Blah. But it's going to be fun I guess because I get to see people which is a rare pleasure for me, the anti-social homeschooled girl who I found out yesterday my grandma pitties. She thinks my parents are too strict. It's funny, everyone in my life (not just my grandma, although she does it too) tells me my parents are too strict and they should let me do more and they're so mean and harsh. . . . hello? I'm not complaining, in fact, I don't mind it at all, I think it's good and my parents know what's right for me. So why do these people care? I just think it's funny that everyone ELSE around me thinks my parents are too hard on ME.. . . . hmmmmm. . . . odd. . . . Anywhoo, that was an interesting segue and now back to goodbye. Goodbye P.S. I found out that invisibility device thing was not Russian scientists, but scientits in the University of Pennsylvania. Naturally I got the two confused. . . . *Kisses*
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