Music: We Are the Champions - Queen
Wait for it, Clare 
So I can't go to Florida. Can't go to California (where my Mom's cousin lives, she invited me there 
) Can't go to Lebanon - because of some talk of civil war breaking out?!?!? WTFF WHY DOES THERE ALWAYS HAVE TO BE PROBLEmS IN LEBANON? (thnx israel u suck~) Why can't they resolve their differences so I can go in my red white and blue swimsuit and prance around on the beaches?! (no, I don't really own a red white and blue swim suit)
One day in Lebanon it's good - then the next day something is being bombed and people are being shot at. Why can't we just all just GET ALONG?! What's wrong with this icky world. This is yet another reason why I should be president.
I might actually end up going to Vancouver Canada to stay with my cousin Nadine for some of the summer. You know live amongst the Canadians and acquire canadian nickels, it's been on my list of things to do. Though it kinda sucks that every place accepts american money but America itself doesn't accept other currencies. AMERICA IS SO STUCK UP. But you see, I myself am not stuck up. Therefore this does not equate properly. Curse you America and your strangely colored dollar bills!!
Anyway, I have to go curl my momma's hair for this dinner she's going to, because somehow I've gone from not knowing where the on button is to doing other peoples hair. I bought a new curling iron and I wanna use it wisely
After I'm done I want to talk about things along the lines of winning domains through 'contests' and competitions held by other websites. I have opinions you know~ You can't expect me to keep this stuff inside me forever!
( tags: real world )
Music: In the End - Linkin Park
I can tell you right now - any plans of having children in the future have just been squashed entirely.
It might possibly be the fact that throughout the 9 hours I was babysitting (she came an hour late) I only got through 23 pages of my book. Or even that the two measely chicken nuggets were what my body was running on. Regardless, children suck, and I'm not about ready to put up with more crap.
In my deep mind, babysitting is a less severe form of motherhood that doesn't include punishment through weapons like spatulas, flip flops and human hands. I just had a whopping overdose of motherhood and I'd like to flush all the liquids out and just be alone for the rest of my life. A salary of 8 dollars an hour will never make up for all the sanity I've lost within the hours of the day. Breaking up stupid fights about play doh, pretending to care when I'd rather hang myself and having to be a punching bag when it came down to what's allowed and what's not has not been fun. I'm hanging up my babysitting apron, or whatever the hell symbolizes babysitters. Not happy faces and rainbows, that's for sure.
So what happened that was soooo bad that made me think all this? It's actually a whole collaboration of events throughout my babysitting history. A small, quaint little history. Today made me realize why I stopped babysitting two years ago.
The first time I babysat was a complete nightmare. Through the end of the line the woman reassured me her kids were "good kids". I nodded my head and stared ahead as I watched her kids beat each other up and fight over changing the channel during commercials. The smallest children are usually the worst, seeing as they don't have a developed functioning brain. I don't care if that's true or not based on scientific junk or whatnot, clearly they're idiots and aren't using their full brain capacity.
Good kids was used in a sarcastic tone, right? Was I wrong here? I wasn't thinking that when the woman's 3 year old daughter screamed her face off in an hour long debate because she refused to leave the bathtub or water off. I had lived inside that bathroom only to level my thoughts with an arrogant, unmannered little girl who's vocabulary consisted of anything two syllables or less.
After making it partially clear that I no longer had interest to babysit the lockness monsters, the woman still called me and asked. I can only make up logical excuses for so long. At times I wanted to throw in the "well my sister got sucked up by aliens in an UFO in my backyard last night while playing hopscotch with shrek so I can't babysit tomorrow, sorry!" excuse, but I contained myself and figured that though ignoring calls wasn't quite polite, it was the only way it had to be.
A few weeks ago I decided to take on a babysitting job. The day after I accepted I was huddled in a poor square being forced to watch a four year old master the A button on the nintendo wii.
"Look! Look! Look at me! LOOK!! LOOK AT MEE!!!!!! YOU'RE NOT LOOKING! LOOK!!!"
I knew if my ears could talk they would ask to be muted on the lowest number scale possible. Today the now-five year old took it upon himself to be the adult of the house walking on outside, opening the garage, taking out his bike and riding off into the non-existent sunset like the cheap imitation of zorro by strange homeless men with the use of tires and too much free time.
Trying to be responsible, I waited outside for him to finally ride past the house to instruct his little bottom inside. But he refused, of course. His sister was inside quietly doing homework. Why couldn't all children just do homework all day? Screw the sunlight, that's what lightbulbs are for.
The mini argument led into half the block of kiddies arriving at the house to play with sir five year old popularity. I gave up. I couldn't win, so I shamefully sat outside on the porch texting my friend back and forth small rants that seemed to scale to fit bible narratives. My rants aren't quite small, but I like to think so. After a while I finally cut the nice babysitter act and forced his bike in the garage, and sent him inside. I wasn't too mean about it, making it clear that he had a choice of the backyard or the house. He didn't choose either so I had to choose for him.
The entire day was a mess. I'm never doing this again. And if I do, I'll re-read this blog beforehand and try to remind myself of what an idiot I was for getting myself into these things.
People think that if they give you enough money, anything is worth it. Don't let those numbers fool you.
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I added alotttt of new bullets. ALOT! Over 40 or so. I figured that I probably won't update that section for another year so I might as well update the heck out of it while I'm working at it. Yea, my work ethic is quite strange.
Bullets are cute anyway. 
( I can take a bullet )
Oh yea and I just found out I have to babysit tomorrow from 12 PM to 7:00 pm. Jesus save me. *cries*
That's 8 hours. 7 hours and 50 minutes longer than I want to stay. I wouldn't dislike babysitting so much if the children didn't fantasize about Hannah Montana and weren't psychoooo~ The kids I babysit are generally good; but the 4 year old can get alittle crazy sometimes. I can take him though. I took karate so nothing can stand in my way now. HA YAAA!!!
But I never really have anything to do but just stare at the kids while they stare the the TV. It's a never ending chain of destruction.
So, do any of you got any tips on what to do while I'm babysitting for 8 hours?! I need something to kill boredom with. And no, I will not let the kids loose outside, lock them out and then host a party in their jacuzzi in the backyard.
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I added a new section to the resources, articles! I'll be adding some articles in there about...anything I can think of 
The first few will be about making websites and such. Look out for them!
I'm not sure I'll be going to Florida this summer as planned. That sucks. In a way I was kinda sensing that last minute I'd get screwed over because it was just too good to be true. My Aunt might not move there because they're giving my cousin health...stuff in Tennessee, so....yea.
I just don't want to be in this city anymore. I'd rather be mistaken for garbage and taken in by the waste management to the dumps in Alaska. Or wherever they may be. Far away from Michigan, I hope!
I can't stay here another summer. I JUST CANT. If I have to walk into Walgreens one more time and see half of my graduating class testing out deoderants, I'll just.....die. 
You don't understand how annoying it is to have people tell you OH IM GOING TO EUROPE/LEBANON THIS SUMMER~ with your reponse being, "I'm staying in town to make sure no one runs over the squirrels!".
It's more about the connections. Heh. Obviously since I'm a little precious girl everyone needs to be all overprotected like I've never used the toilet alone before. It's not like I can just hop on a plane alone and fly off to Jamaica. I need people to go with and places to stay. Which both, I might lack. I'm not sure my friends' parents would let them go to....another country with their friend. I haven't thoroughly asked, heh. Everyone has something that deters them from doing this junk. Not I!
I was drilling down my parents and asking them if they had any distant relatives in France that I could stay with. The only reliable options I got were my mothers 'cousins cousins sisters brothers friends cousin' or something like that. I didn't get too many options. You think I'm gonna let my mom send me off to another country to her WAYYYYYy distant cousins that might not even like me and feed me scary french food?!?!?! No way! I like my hamburgers and fries, thank you very much.
This summer will most likely suck like all the other summers, but we'll see what happens. I'm trying to think of places I can go. The list so far:
Upstairs to beat up Melissa.
This will not be a pretty 2008.
Well, I think I'm off to get things done for whatever unknown reason I might have. My mom took Hassan to the childrens hospital because he has some kinda back problem. So I'm home alone once again. Well actually Mel is here but she's so boring she doesn't even count as a whole person.
Anyway, you think it's Hassan's back? I think it's that thing inside his head that they refer to as THE BRAIN. Nah, jk. I hope that little booger is okay and it's nothing serious.
( tags: real world )
So I had to get this layout up, since that other layout bugged me. The colors were pretty boring and it wasn't really 'me'. Hopefully this layout does everyone some justice in the colors and non boring layout department. I worked pretty hard on it
Anyway it's 2:13 am anddd I'm off to bed. But yea, about the captcha thing, I tried taking it off for everyones sake for a few days, but then the evil spammers attacked. So unfortunately, you'll have to keep typing in random letters to comment, but, spammers will get the boot - so I think it's a fair deal, no?!
Also, I got my grades back. 3 A's and one C is my final verdict. I'm still pissed about that one C because it ruined everything, but I'll live.
Ok...now it's sleep time! Nighttt!
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