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My tan is fading! *sobs* Naw, I really don't care. I went bowling with a bunch of friends yesterday, and I was one of the darkest ones there. I was very amused. Usually, I'm the pale one, but I wasn't this time! Muahaha! I bowled an 84 the first game and an 102 the second. That's pretty good for me.
I babysat last night for the same family. It wasn't nearly as difficult as before. After convincing T that his mommy would wake him up when she got home to give him a kiss, he went on to bed at eight thirty, then B went to bed a bit before nine thirty after complimenting my colorful nail polish. When I get bored, I paint my nails. I did that a lot last summer. I really need to redo mine now... *clucks dissapprovingly* They look horrid, but apparently B liked the colorfulness. C stayed asleep the entire time, much to my infinite relief.
I'm wearing my shirt that I got in Florida. It shrank in the dryer. It's still huge. *sigh* It's not as bad as some of my other shirts. I have one that completely covers my shorts. That is annoying. This one only covers my shorts about half-way.
I mentioned my old Spanish teacher's blog a while ago...well, three people got blogs because of it, all from his old 5th period (me included). I find that to be very amusing. Mr. C's fifth period will take over the world. We will dominate! Muahaha! Well, my friend E got a blog too, but she didn't even have Mr. C, so she doesn't count.
I could never be a doctor. While I'm not totally freaked out by blood and stuff, it does make me very uncomfortable. *recalls a certain incident* In Biology, my friend broke a glass stirrer thingum, and the glass cut her hand rather deeply. She was just staring at it, and Lovey (to those who remember her) just laughed...so I kinda got a little agitated, and was trying to find the teacher, 'cause she definitely needed to get to the nurse. She ended up getting stitches. Apparently, my face went completely white, though I think they were exaggerating. I didn't feel sick or anything, I was just upset that nobody was doing anything. Meh.
I wanted to be a vet when I was little. No way would that ever work out.
A psychologist or anything like that...couldn't do that either. I have enough problems of my own. I'm also not a very people-person, though I do think I have a lot of empathy. Okay, this might sound kind of stupid...but you know how in some books that, say, you have to read for class, and there are people who make fun of the characters for things they do in the story and think the book's stupid? Well, I generally like those stories and can place myself in the character's shoes. I dunno. I generally like the books that nobody else in my class does. Then there are some people who can never look past their own beliefs and their own lives. I don't understand how people can not see the world through the eyes of others. I don't know...maybe the whole "others first" thing was really drilled into my brain while I was little. I mean, I don't always agree with people, and I certainly have my own opinions on things, but I can usually see where people are coming from and understand why they do things or believe things. Whoa...that went on longer than I meant to, and sorry if it didn't make much sense.
Speech pathology is a type of therapy, but not emotional, so it wouldn't be as much of a strain...or maybe not, because many of the people who would need speech therapy would probably have other needs, too. And while you wouldn't be necessarily dealing with those needs, you would still feel them. It's still a straining job, just maybe not as much so.
I'm rather tired at the moment. I stayed up until three reading DW. Well, finishing SYWTBAW and starting DW. Because of my vacation, I got all behind in the reading. I stayed up until two the night before last reading SYWTBAW. This is going to catch up with me big time if I don't start going to bed at a decent hour. I don't think I've gone to bed before midnight in a week.
Did I already say that I started voice lessons? Well, the lady's really nice, and even though I've only gone once, she's really helpful. So... I would be placed as an alto, 'cause I can hit the notes...below the C? I derno. But I have "the clarity of a soprano" (I think that's how she put it), and I can hit a number of the rather high notes. So, she said that if I get into Chamber Choir, she wants me to sing 2nd soprano to get more practice with the higher notes. I doubt I'll get in, though, 'cause I can't sight sing.
I'm going with a friend on a trip to Michigan. We're going up to a cabin by a lake somewhere in the tippy top. I'm assuming the tippy top (lol), because it's a twelve hour drive. Should be fun. The trip, not the car ride. She has two sisters, one who's gonna be a senior in high school, the other who's gonna be in first grade. Big gap. We'll be gone for a little over a week. I get two vacations! lol.
Wow. I rambled a lot.
I babysat last night for the same family. It wasn't nearly as difficult as before. After convincing T that his mommy would wake him up when she got home to give him a kiss, he went on to bed at eight thirty, then B went to bed a bit before nine thirty after complimenting my colorful nail polish. When I get bored, I paint my nails. I did that a lot last summer. I really need to redo mine now... *clucks dissapprovingly* They look horrid, but apparently B liked the colorfulness. C stayed asleep the entire time, much to my infinite relief.
I'm wearing my shirt that I got in Florida. It shrank in the dryer. It's still huge. *sigh* It's not as bad as some of my other shirts. I have one that completely covers my shorts. That is annoying. This one only covers my shorts about half-way.
I mentioned my old Spanish teacher's blog a while ago...well, three people got blogs because of it, all from his old 5th period (me included). I find that to be very amusing. Mr. C's fifth period will take over the world. We will dominate! Muahaha! Well, my friend E got a blog too, but she didn't even have Mr. C, so she doesn't count.
I could never be a doctor. While I'm not totally freaked out by blood and stuff, it does make me very uncomfortable. *recalls a certain incident* In Biology, my friend broke a glass stirrer thingum, and the glass cut her hand rather deeply. She was just staring at it, and Lovey (to those who remember her) just laughed...so I kinda got a little agitated, and was trying to find the teacher, 'cause she definitely needed to get to the nurse. She ended up getting stitches. Apparently, my face went completely white, though I think they were exaggerating. I didn't feel sick or anything, I was just upset that nobody was doing anything. Meh.
I wanted to be a vet when I was little. No way would that ever work out.
A psychologist or anything like that...couldn't do that either. I have enough problems of my own. I'm also not a very people-person, though I do think I have a lot of empathy. Okay, this might sound kind of stupid...but you know how in some books that, say, you have to read for class, and there are people who make fun of the characters for things they do in the story and think the book's stupid? Well, I generally like those stories and can place myself in the character's shoes. I dunno. I generally like the books that nobody else in my class does. Then there are some people who can never look past their own beliefs and their own lives. I don't understand how people can not see the world through the eyes of others. I don't know...maybe the whole "others first" thing was really drilled into my brain while I was little. I mean, I don't always agree with people, and I certainly have my own opinions on things, but I can usually see where people are coming from and understand why they do things or believe things. Whoa...that went on longer than I meant to, and sorry if it didn't make much sense.
Speech pathology is a type of therapy, but not emotional, so it wouldn't be as much of a strain...or maybe not, because many of the people who would need speech therapy would probably have other needs, too. And while you wouldn't be necessarily dealing with those needs, you would still feel them. It's still a straining job, just maybe not as much so.
I'm rather tired at the moment. I stayed up until three reading DW. Well, finishing SYWTBAW and starting DW. Because of my vacation, I got all behind in the reading. I stayed up until two the night before last reading SYWTBAW. This is going to catch up with me big time if I don't start going to bed at a decent hour. I don't think I've gone to bed before midnight in a week.
Did I already say that I started voice lessons? Well, the lady's really nice, and even though I've only gone once, she's really helpful. So... I would be placed as an alto, 'cause I can hit the notes...below the C? I derno. But I have "the clarity of a soprano" (I think that's how she put it), and I can hit a number of the rather high notes. So, she said that if I get into Chamber Choir, she wants me to sing 2nd soprano to get more practice with the higher notes. I doubt I'll get in, though, 'cause I can't sight sing.
I'm going with a friend on a trip to Michigan. We're going up to a cabin by a lake somewhere in the tippy top. I'm assuming the tippy top (lol), because it's a twelve hour drive. Should be fun. The trip, not the car ride. She has two sisters, one who's gonna be a senior in high school, the other who's gonna be in first grade. Big gap. We'll be gone for a little over a week. I get two vacations! lol.
Wow. I rambled a lot.
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