I Get Paid to Play Wii and Sims 3!

kind of. one of my main babysitting jobs is for a ten-year-old girl, and it's not that easy. i mean, it really is incredibly easy, and i really do get to sit around and play video games for a vast majority of the time, but i also have to get beaten physically and emotionally. my mother has suggested that i have some sort of problem that encourages children to insult me. i guess my pores just scream, "I AM INSECURE AND IT IS FUN TO MAKE ME SQUIRM." i guess it isn't really just kids that like to poke fun at me, it's everybody. including myself. i've been told many a time that my reactions are incredibly fun.

i've also been babysitting my kid brothers, jace and teague, a lot lately. teague is only two, so i have to change diapers. and recently jace has been eating rolaids like candy, and has been having some problems internally. i'm babysitting them right now, and jace spent around an hour in the bathroom. he came back downstairs and flung himself on the couch without a word, so i immediately began to interrogate him. i had to ask more than once, but he clogged the toilet. we've been trying to prevent him from using excessive amounts of toilet paper, but he's a brat and never listens. i'm going to make believe that i don't know that the toilet is clogged, since he used the upstairs bathroom and i only use the downstairs one.

i got paid a while ago for babysitting jada, the ten-year-old, so i immediately got evan to take me to the bank to cash my check. we had some troubles because i'm an idiot who had never been to a bank and because he had only ever used one bank, but eventually we had sixty dollars to waste! he took me to wal-mart and i blew fifty-three dollars of my paycheck on the Sims 3. it's not a bad game, it's just... lacking. it'll be better when they have some expansion pack thingies to add on. it's a little overcomplicated as well. you have to have just one main household in a town. you can switch to other ones, but then the household you were just on loses its wants and wishes. it's not like the Sims 2, where you could very easily switch to another household without any trouble.

you know, it's really quite fun to compare blogs and what they're about. from what i've read of ms. nelson's blog, it talks an awful lot about theater, whereas my blog talks an awful lot about video games. that's not all i talk about, but when i do, i go on and on and on. i've talked about paper mario, pokemon, super smash melee, and the Sims 3. maybe i talked about kingdom hearts eons ago, i don't remember.

bethany's blog is updated every sunday and talks about her entire week, whereas mine updates randomly and talks about nothing at all.

evan's blog seems to mostly talk about work, galen's bitches about everything and occasionally says something too scientific for me to understand. though i've never read auriel's blog, i assume it is mostly about theater.

i feel almost kind of guilty about bitching about theater all the time when my friends are so involved with it. i just honestly don't think that it's something i should be doing. what does it do for me? i suppose it's supposed to help with my socialization skills and confidence, but i only talk to bethany and ashley and i don't really feel anything on the stage. after i get over the initial stage of complete humiliation, i mean. i'm not denying that it can be fun at times, because it can be! i know that. but it's just being with my friends that makes it that way. if bethany and ashley hadn't have been in Children of Eden with me, i would have been completely miserable. that's not to say that Children of Eden wasn't great... i had fun, i did. but i could have had more fun doing something else with my friends.

besides, it's not like i could possibly do anything with theater in the future. what are the odds that anyone i know will have a career in drama? it takes serious talent (or serious good looks) to be an actor or actress. i don't see the point of getting practice in something that will mean nothing to me later on. i want to say something like, "i should be taking an art class instead," but, truth be told, i probably won't have a career in art, either. that's what i want, more than anything, but there is little to no chance of that. then there's writing, which would also be nice, but that also probably won't happen. i'm not sad about it, though. i'll always draw and write, even if i don't get paid for it. so i'll always be happy.

i'm getting slightly bored with summer. i've only hung out with bethany and ashley a couple of times, and kahlise has spent the night once. evan's here almost every day, but it's not like we do anything different. it's nice to snuggle up on the couch, but there's only so much of that i can do before i'm itching to do something. we go to the park sometimes, but there's not too much to do there, either. i hop on the swings, and some instinct tells evan to push me, but then i'm up high and my butt's in his face so i get down. we ride on the springy animals, but i'm always worried that i'll be the next kahlise and i'll break the duck.

last time we were there, it started pouring. i was infinitely happy about it, and i wanted to get completely drenched, but evan is not so hot on getting wet. we headed back to the car, though i was definitely taking my time. it was wonderful! it had been so hot and humid, and the rain was the sweet relief i had been craving. of course, my room has been getting awfully flooded with all of the storms lately. one of the worst storms cracked one of my trees in half and covered the entire basement in rainwater. by the way, the basement is my room. it flooded again this morning. i'm going to have to clean out under my bed and on the floor of my closet to prevent mold, buuut there's just so much mold down there already. i honestly don't care. there's this one bottle in my bottle collection that i filled with water, and now there's this huge mold in there. i'm trying to come up with a name for him.

i know i'm gross. i'm a total and complete slob, and when i have my own place, it'll be repulsive. i'll clean it for guests, though. and i intend to have guests all the time! my friends and i will make feasts together. we'll have "girls' night" all the time, but you can't expect us to do regular girl things. we're too cool. though this might not actually happen at my place, since i'll probably only be able to afford an apartment and my neighbors might get angry with our loudness. no matter. we'll have fun when we have our own homes.

i can't believe how very soon we'll be out of our parents' homes, though! we're going to be juniors in august! evan will be a senior! i don't even have a real job. i don't even have my license. i just don't want to grow up. i'm a kid at heart, and i hope to always be that way. i hope to always be entertained by sidewalk chalk and bubble soap. oh! that reminds me: i need to learn to draw Waldo so that i can draw him randomly in town and then maybe have my friends find him when they're out and about. i'm going to go practice drawing him. i'll tell you when the first Waldo is in town.

If Only I Had a Closet Full of Lingerie...

sigh. alright. tomorrow is the trick-or-treat night, which doesn't really concern me, but on friday, i've a party to go to, and i can't go if i don't have a costume. i want something sexy. i want something original. unfortunately, i can't be sexy because i lack the sexy clothes. i don't have corsets with cords tying 'em up in the front - one little tug, and the whole thing comes undone - so how am i supposed to be sexy? and i don't have much of anything to choose from. yes, my mom has boxes of halloween junk in the attic, but in all honesty, when you put the articles of clothing together, you don't get much of anything. and i've already used plenty of her stuff for halloween, and i don't want any repeats.
oh, well. i've plenty more halloweens in my lifetime.
college is going to be a blast.

what else is up with me?
hmmm...
i'm going to have to say... absolutely nothing. i'm bored. i've gone back to reading, and by that i mean that i dig in the school library (or rather, i ask friends for recommendations) for good books, and then i sit down and read them in one day. but if a book doesn't suit my fancy, i take ages to read it, refusing to return it without reading the whole thing first, though i really don't care how the story ends. it's something to do. or... not... do.

... i'm feeling rather blank at this precise moment. i'm not happy, nor unhappy. i'm just sitting here, occupying my time on awful websites that i haven't been on in months, maybe even years. it's boring. i'm bored.
i am dissatisfied with my life.
what's missing now?
jeebus.
hmm... maybe i've begun to see the world in a boring way. perhaps i have been placing everything into simple categories: romance, friendship, family, happy, sad. something like that. but there's so much more, i know there is. i'm probably just being silly.

i'm loving this weather. the air is brisk and cold. it's delicious. bethany and i were playing in the leaves the other day. i've got a lot of hair, and she doesn't, so i had leaves stuck all over my head, and she just had a hood full of them. the wind slammed open my door several times today. it's exciting. being outside can be great... but it's much harder to walk to school in the mornings, what with all the rain and fog and freezing weather. dad said it was snowing just a bit ago, and i missed it. that makes me sad. here's hoping that it'll snow again this week.

i've been sick lately. i'm uber runny-nosed and congested; i carried an entire box of tissues around in school and didn't have any left over the next day. worst of all, i've been getting nosebleeds. the worst i've had was three in a row, and i don't mean one per day. i mean three strong, blood-all-over nosebleeds, all within a matter of hours. and on another day, i had a huge one just before i left to walk, so i had to call the bus, climb on with a handful of tissues pressed to my nose, and avoid meeting eye contact with the staring bus-riders. at school, i learned that nosebleeds aren't so common (since when?), and soon enough everyone knew that dani had had a nice, forty-five minute nosebleed. well. yeah. you could even say it lasted the whole day, if you wanted to. every time i touched a tissue to my nose, it came away bloody. for the whole day. pretty grody.
in biology class, i found out that i have a cough. we were watching some nearly-silent documentary, and i allowed just one cough, not realizing how badly i needed to cough until i had already coughed, which i guess pulled some trigger in my body and soon enough i was damn near coughing up blood, so i sat, trembling and convulsing at my desk, trying to stay silent. it was so incredibly hard to do that i started wheezing and tears started streaming down my face. i don't think i have to tell you that when the bell rang, i rushed out of the classroom and coughed up a lung or two.

oh my god.
i'm not sure, but i don't think i cursed more than once in this post.
oh my god. someone tell me it's not true. oh! not true. i said "damn." but i didn't say my mouth's favorite word! that word that always slips out, even when i don't want it to.

(i'm so proud.)