Sarah and I got bored yesterday so we just decide, "Lets go make cake!" and also to "Listen to Paramore while doing so." No. We didn't blow up the house. And the cake was fabulous. But I feel guilty just looking at it. Diet. Diet.
I started my job today.
Basically..
A bratty girl locked herself in a bathroom stall and just... bleh. It took me almost ten minutes to coax her to come out. And then Emily and Ms. Hanna had to finally get her back into the classroom.
Then this cute-as-a-doll boy named Payton missed his mommy and was clinging to my arm like a lost puppy. He was adorable. But Ms. Hanna pulled me aside and told me to stay away from him for awhile because she wanted him to be "independent", or whatever.
Then I went to the gym and it was just annoying. I ran faster and longer then I ever had but I just didn't like it. At all.
I basically finished my homework. I wrote two quotes from Born Confused and I have to write what "I" think about them. Fun. And I also have to turn in a vocabulary word plus take a test on all the ones from last week. Even more joy.
I finished my essay... Sort of. It feels incomplete. Half-baked. But it doesn't matter much to me. As long as I don't get a F or a D I'm good.
Besides.
It'll never be as good as the cake.
<3Julie
[Edit:] I'm not going to take it personally but isn't "******** you" a little too far?
I started my job today.
Basically..
A bratty girl locked herself in a bathroom stall and just... bleh. It took me almost ten minutes to coax her to come out. And then Emily and Ms. Hanna had to finally get her back into the classroom.
Then this cute-as-a-doll boy named Payton missed his mommy and was clinging to my arm like a lost puppy. He was adorable. But Ms. Hanna pulled me aside and told me to stay away from him for awhile because she wanted him to be "independent", or whatever.
Then I went to the gym and it was just annoying. I ran faster and longer then I ever had but I just didn't like it. At all.
I basically finished my homework. I wrote two quotes from Born Confused and I have to write what "I" think about them. Fun. And I also have to turn in a vocabulary word plus take a test on all the ones from last week. Even more joy.
I finished my essay... Sort of. It feels incomplete. Half-baked. But it doesn't matter much to me. As long as I don't get a F or a D I'm good.
Besides.
It'll never be as good as the cake.
<3Julie
[Edit:] I'm not going to take it personally but isn't "******** you" a little too far?
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[Don't take that too personally. It's just hard to accept the fact that I weigh more than everyone else I know.]
[Edit; Yeah, sorry, I've just been too exposed to that hardcore book I was talking about earlier.
Those last few sentences of this entry were good.