Today is Halloween, and children are getting all excited for the night to come.
I am at the home I'm taking care of, in my pajamas, finishing up schoolwork, and preparing to pretend I'm not home once dark hits.
Whoopee.
Y'know, once you hit a certain age and you get too old to just go out and get candy, it's not that you believe you're too old, its just that it doesn't seem as much fun anymore.
Maybe it's because very few of your friends indulge in that view point. Who knows.
But I see lots of my friends will have parties and things they're going to do tonight. I'm glad they can still enjoy Halloween despite their age.
Me, having the responsibilities that I do, am going to be sitting in the house I'm taking care of with the lights off hoping no one will come and ring the doorbell.
This year, Halloween's going on my "strongly dislike" list.
Maybe that'll change in years to come. I hope so. I don't like that list to get any bigger. Valentines Day is already on there, and has been for years. I can't wait for it to come off.
Happy Halloween!!
Friday, October 31
Wednesday, October 29
Babysitting
So I'm sitting here at someone else's desk writing on the blog I just made this morning.
I'm waiting for the girl I'm babysitting (Macie) to decide she wants to get up and is done laying in bed. I realize that when I refer to my last blog post, this situation correspons pretty closely to my situation earlier.
We have somehthing in common, this 2 year old and I. We don't want to get up once we're down.
I'm listening to one of her toys being played with over and over as it makes noises when she pushes certain buttons on it's body. The babymonitor is bringing forth no sound that comes from the child's mouth, only sounds that emminate from the loud toy she is occupying herself with.
Putting this topic aside, it's fun to talk with all those words that make my sentences more complicated. It'd probably drive my family nuts trying to read this blog, as I've been taught to keep it simple. I hate keeping it simple. I like to feel smart and put words that clutter up my sentences. :D
Is this a disorder of my own? No Idea. (another smiley face should be inserted here)
There goes the toy again:
Still no sound comes from the two year old upstairs.
I am out of things to ramble on about.
Maybe I'll go check facebook again...
Lizzimae
I'm waiting for the girl I'm babysitting (Macie) to decide she wants to get up and is done laying in bed. I realize that when I refer to my last blog post, this situation correspons pretty closely to my situation earlier.
We have somehthing in common, this 2 year old and I. We don't want to get up once we're down.
I'm listening to one of her toys being played with over and over as it makes noises when she pushes certain buttons on it's body. The babymonitor is bringing forth no sound that comes from the child's mouth, only sounds that emminate from the loud toy she is occupying herself with.
Putting this topic aside, it's fun to talk with all those words that make my sentences more complicated. It'd probably drive my family nuts trying to read this blog, as I've been taught to keep it simple. I hate keeping it simple. I like to feel smart and put words that clutter up my sentences. :D
Is this a disorder of my own? No Idea. (another smiley face should be inserted here)
There goes the toy again:
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYandZ now I know my ABC's next time won't you sing with me...
Still no sound comes from the two year old upstairs.
I am out of things to ramble on about.
Maybe I'll go check facebook again...
Lizzimae
My First Ramble
So here I am, about to try blogging again.
I tried it about 3-4 years ago on Xanga, and that didn't work out, but since this seems to be a common form of communication now, I'm going to give it a shot again.
So my dad reads blogs, people discuss things on blogs, and I am trying now to write a blog.
Maybe I should stop trying and just write hmm?
Well right now I'm not in my own home, I'm procrastinating on schoolwork, and I have to water someone else's deck plants and take care of someone else's kid in a few hours.
Also, I haven't taken a shower, I've only eaten a banana, and I want to go back to bed.
I've always wondered if the urge to stay in bed is because I'm tired or I'm lazy, or if it's just because I'm a teenager. I don't think it's simply the latter. It might be all three.
I had a dream last night about being in something that surmounted into a gang. If a dream-analyzer person was to take that dream apart, I wonder what it would mean. I've always wondered what my dreams meant. I suppose most of them would be boiled down into that I'm lonely or something to that effect. Figures.
You know I could go on and on talking about nothing, but I have to get responsible and do what I'm expected to be doing. Not only that but my mom's going to call soon and I have to tell her I've at least done something that amounts to productiveness.
The word productiveness reminds me of the word producing, which reminds me of production at church, which reminds me I missed out on take-down last week. Most people hate that time of day, but personally I really enjoy feeling like I'm doing something helpful. Having friends that do take-down makes it even better.
Anyways, away I go to take the helm and steer myself back on course. I have a book to read too....
Lizzimae
I tried it about 3-4 years ago on Xanga, and that didn't work out, but since this seems to be a common form of communication now, I'm going to give it a shot again.
So my dad reads blogs, people discuss things on blogs, and I am trying now to write a blog.
Maybe I should stop trying and just write hmm?
Well right now I'm not in my own home, I'm procrastinating on schoolwork, and I have to water someone else's deck plants and take care of someone else's kid in a few hours.
Also, I haven't taken a shower, I've only eaten a banana, and I want to go back to bed.
I've always wondered if the urge to stay in bed is because I'm tired or I'm lazy, or if it's just because I'm a teenager. I don't think it's simply the latter. It might be all three.
I had a dream last night about being in something that surmounted into a gang. If a dream-analyzer person was to take that dream apart, I wonder what it would mean. I've always wondered what my dreams meant. I suppose most of them would be boiled down into that I'm lonely or something to that effect. Figures.
You know I could go on and on talking about nothing, but I have to get responsible and do what I'm expected to be doing. Not only that but my mom's going to call soon and I have to tell her I've at least done something that amounts to productiveness.
The word productiveness reminds me of the word producing, which reminds me of production at church, which reminds me I missed out on take-down last week. Most people hate that time of day, but personally I really enjoy feeling like I'm doing something helpful. Having friends that do take-down makes it even better.
Anyways, away I go to take the helm and steer myself back on course. I have a book to read too....
Lizzimae
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