Turns out,(after my excitement of finding tickets on southwest's website for $160!!) I'm not going to Texas after all.
It's okay. I only started school two weeks early so that I could GO IN DECEMBER, so I wouldn't have to do school while I was there.
It's okay. Me and Marg only planned this since last june so we could go to the sixflags christmas bash STILL using our 2009 season passes.
It's okay I just made JUST ENOUGH money in enough time so I could buy the tickets.
*sigh*
I'm a little dissapointed. I still get to go to nashville in November to go visit my sister and her new hubby. I can get my iPod touch before I go now too, since I don't have to spend my money on a ticket. It always sucks big time when all of these things you were excited about gets twisted around.
There is good part though; One of the major reaons for me not going, is that my parents didn't want me to go til April, (when they're going out of the country) So I could spend two weeks down in the beloved state. TURNS OUT, they said that they would rather just pay for me to go in april. So, I get FREE tickets for april. This also means I can save up some extra money for christmas gifts, whereas I would probably just blow every single cent that I have on that trip. AND, also, I can save more money even so I'll have more spending money in april.
In a way it all works out. Just a big-time-bummer.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
:/
Today i'm babysitting again today. 4:30-12 p.m.
Not too excited, but atleast through this I can probably buy my plane ticket to Texas for december, and then start back to square-1 for saving for my iPod touch.
Super sucks.
Not too excited, but atleast through this I can probably buy my plane ticket to Texas for december, and then start back to square-1 for saving for my iPod touch.
Super sucks.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
60-year-old-creeper
Yeah. I still really really like it, but sometimes it gets a little bit difficult when you do as much as I do *cough cough*
But seriously, I'm up to my nose in all these babysitting job calls i'm getting. It's nice for the money, but i'm definitely noticing some patterns.
One of the most often babysitting jobs, I have a lot of fun, and the kids are really growing on me, and I officially know how every electronic thing in that house works, (that took awhile) BUT, I'm getting terribly creeped out every time I'm there.
At first, me and kids would go sit outside on the porch, and blow bubbles out on the alley. All good, right? Well, unless you got mr. 60-year-old-creeper upstairs, peeking down. We're happily sitting there, and I hear a voice. "Make sure you blow bubbles in Evie's face." huh? I knew he was up there a hour ago, but why would he be paying attention to our conversation?
He started asking me questions like "So, where's Steven and Marie?" (the parents) "When will they be back?" "Are you the babysitter?" I wasn't too creeped out by that, (why should've I been?) I answered carefully, and then shuffled the kids back inside, and locked the door. After all, I was alone for another 7 hours with them. 3 hours later, he knocks on the door, and asks if he can say hi to the four year old through the door (wtf?) Okay. So, I didn't answer. Yeah, In my head I'm going through the million of articles i've seen online of creepy child molesters. haha. Well, anyhoo, that night, my Dad came to pick me up (around midnight) and I walk out on the back porch, and he ran downstairs from his apartment, and said good bye to me. I walked down the rickety stairs, and got in the car, and looked up and he was staring at me from his apartment.
That was two months ago. Ever since then, I'll look into the hallway through the peephole while i'm pacing with the baby, and he's leaning on the wall next to the apartment's door. He lives upstairs. I don't see any other reason, and I think my 'freaking out' is kind of justifiable. I don't go outside with the kids anymore, and I lock all doors till Steven comes home. It works. I'm still okay. But I think i'm going to have to mention it to Marie sometime or another.
:/
But seriously, I'm up to my nose in all these babysitting job calls i'm getting. It's nice for the money, but i'm definitely noticing some patterns.
One of the most often babysitting jobs, I have a lot of fun, and the kids are really growing on me, and I officially know how every electronic thing in that house works, (that took awhile) BUT, I'm getting terribly creeped out every time I'm there.
At first, me and kids would go sit outside on the porch, and blow bubbles out on the alley. All good, right? Well, unless you got mr. 60-year-old-creeper upstairs, peeking down. We're happily sitting there, and I hear a voice. "Make sure you blow bubbles in Evie's face." huh? I knew he was up there a hour ago, but why would he be paying attention to our conversation?
He started asking me questions like "So, where's Steven and Marie?" (the parents) "When will they be back?" "Are you the babysitter?" I wasn't too creeped out by that, (why should've I been?) I answered carefully, and then shuffled the kids back inside, and locked the door. After all, I was alone for another 7 hours with them. 3 hours later, he knocks on the door, and asks if he can say hi to the four year old through the door (wtf?) Okay. So, I didn't answer. Yeah, In my head I'm going through the million of articles i've seen online of creepy child molesters. haha. Well, anyhoo, that night, my Dad came to pick me up (around midnight) and I walk out on the back porch, and he ran downstairs from his apartment, and said good bye to me. I walked down the rickety stairs, and got in the car, and looked up and he was staring at me from his apartment.
That was two months ago. Ever since then, I'll look into the hallway through the peephole while i'm pacing with the baby, and he's leaning on the wall next to the apartment's door. He lives upstairs. I don't see any other reason, and I think my 'freaking out' is kind of justifiable. I don't go outside with the kids anymore, and I lock all doors till Steven comes home. It works. I'm still okay. But I think i'm going to have to mention it to Marie sometime or another.
:/
Monday, October 5, 2009
October-January=Laziness. After that, my life starts.
Ya know, I kind of wished that I had interesting things to blog about. I have some people that I follow on here, and they can write all day, every day.
My Mom is out for the day, and i'm pretty much hanging out at home, with I, Me, and Myself. :(
I'm honestly freaked out about January. I start drivers ed (Super late!) I start going to Truman, I might actually start working at Target, (I have a friend who could probably get me a job) and I also just have regular school. I don't know how this is all going to work out.
I probably won't be able to go to the furnace as much, I probably won't be able to go to the friendship center AT ALL, I probably won't be able to sit on my butt all day long, and I probably won't be able to, well, sit on my butt all day long.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Starting January. My life REALLY starts. Jobs, school. Until I move out til dallas, where I'll STILL work, and STILL be doing school. The rest of my life. (not school, hopefully, haha)
Wish me luck!
Good note: I'm going to Dallas 2nd week of December. :D
My Mom is out for the day, and i'm pretty much hanging out at home, with I, Me, and Myself. :(
I'm honestly freaked out about January. I start drivers ed (Super late!) I start going to Truman, I might actually start working at Target, (I have a friend who could probably get me a job) and I also just have regular school. I don't know how this is all going to work out.
I probably won't be able to go to the furnace as much, I probably won't be able to go to the friendship center AT ALL, I probably won't be able to sit on my butt all day long, and I probably won't be able to, well, sit on my butt all day long.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Starting January. My life REALLY starts. Jobs, school. Until I move out til dallas, where I'll STILL work, and STILL be doing school. The rest of my life. (not school, hopefully, haha)
Wish me luck!
Good note: I'm going to Dallas 2nd week of December. :D
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Unknown? How am I supposed to think of something witty every time? Pretend please.
So guys, this is pretty exciting news.
First of all, I have *dun dun dun DUUNN!!* fallen back in love with reading. I've been getting jealous of people reading their darn books around me.
Second of all, I had the craziest dream ever last night... :/
Note on the first wonderful news: We have 16 bookshelves in our whole entire house, and I feel like i've read every single interesting book. I've been crawling in crawl spaces, and been trying to find new books. I'm out of luck.
Note on the second wonderful bit of news: I'll just post my dream super quick.
Uh, wait. Background first. When 9/11 happened, I was 8 years old. Planes got louder, and it honestly freaked me out. With my Mom's good natured "The-end-of-the-world-is-near-we're-all-going-to-die-but-that's-fine-because-it'll-be-fun" speech, I was terrified that one of those planes was going to crash right bang in the middle over me, and there they would find me, dead.
Every time I would hear a loud plane, I was literally sit there with my hands over my ears and ask sweet Jesus to 'forgive me and to please let me into heaven.' (If you've ever feared death, I think you know the precise two second prayer)
So, anyhoo. My dream:
I was at the prayer furnace (my church) and it was a big night with a lot of people there. Me and my friend decided to go outside and take a walk. Two other friends asked if they could join, so we all started walking outside. I heard the plane, and looked up, and about a block ahead of the church, there was a plane diving, nose-down, smoke billowing everywhere. I freaked out. I knew that we should start running because the fire (or something) would start going towards us, but the other two friends decided that we shouldn't care, and just watch. I heard it crash, and then the whole entire church blew up, and ended up as just a sooty piled mess. Me and my friend started running over because our families were in there, and we were sure that they died. :( So, as we were running in, the church was rebuilt, it was like magic. (haha) and everything was perfectly perfect, except for the front of the church. Everyone inside was fine, and everyone didn't even know what happened. They kept on looking like lil' birdies poking up their heads, muttering, "What was that?" or "Man, that was weird."
Okay. Weird dream right? I was frightened silly when I woke up. It was a 5 minute dream. (I dreamt it between hitting the snooze button) Craaazzzzyyy.
Well. Whoever read this, I love ya. (I think)
First of all, I have *dun dun dun DUUNN!!* fallen back in love with reading. I've been getting jealous of people reading their darn books around me.
Second of all, I had the craziest dream ever last night... :/
Note on the first wonderful news: We have 16 bookshelves in our whole entire house, and I feel like i've read every single interesting book. I've been crawling in crawl spaces, and been trying to find new books. I'm out of luck.
Note on the second wonderful bit of news: I'll just post my dream super quick.
Uh, wait. Background first. When 9/11 happened, I was 8 years old. Planes got louder, and it honestly freaked me out. With my Mom's good natured "The-end-of-the-world-is-near-we're-all-going-to-die-but-that's-fine-because-it'll-be-fun" speech, I was terrified that one of those planes was going to crash right bang in the middle over me, and there they would find me, dead.
Every time I would hear a loud plane, I was literally sit there with my hands over my ears and ask sweet Jesus to 'forgive me and to please let me into heaven.' (If you've ever feared death, I think you know the precise two second prayer)
So, anyhoo. My dream:
I was at the prayer furnace (my church) and it was a big night with a lot of people there. Me and my friend decided to go outside and take a walk. Two other friends asked if they could join, so we all started walking outside. I heard the plane, and looked up, and about a block ahead of the church, there was a plane diving, nose-down, smoke billowing everywhere. I freaked out. I knew that we should start running because the fire (or something) would start going towards us, but the other two friends decided that we shouldn't care, and just watch. I heard it crash, and then the whole entire church blew up, and ended up as just a sooty piled mess. Me and my friend started running over because our families were in there, and we were sure that they died. :( So, as we were running in, the church was rebuilt, it was like magic. (haha) and everything was perfectly perfect, except for the front of the church. Everyone inside was fine, and everyone didn't even know what happened. They kept on looking like lil' birdies poking up their heads, muttering, "What was that?" or "Man, that was weird."
Okay. Weird dream right? I was frightened silly when I woke up. It was a 5 minute dream. (I dreamt it between hitting the snooze button) Craaazzzzyyy.
Well. Whoever read this, I love ya. (I think)
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