Yes, I am more then psyched...especially after the many HS Musical birthday reminders. The second is out August 17th, incase you were clinging on to dear life---pull the plug on the 18th, and you will live a better llife because of it.
But really. My summer has been just great, and I'm happy to say that I've caught some pretty sweet waves--and pulled a stinger out of Violet's hand. Babysitting is great fun, and very coinvienient--you're able to hangout, eat, and get paid for it all. Though, there are those moments that throw you for a loop, like my experience last night. I am sitting for a family that goes to my grandparents church, two really cool kids: Violet (7) and Steven (11). They both are very active, so keeping up is something they're sure to push me with! Anyway, we were heading out to the basketball courts, and Violet went to get her jump rope...and quickly ran back in sobbing--with the end of a bee in her palm.
THIS is where I freak out. But only on the inside---all I could see is her falling over convulsing and foaming at the mouth (this is my idea of an allergic reaction), the next day, my picture in the paper with something like 'SITTER HORROR IN SANTA CLARITA' spread below it. On the outside I was cool, collected, and took charge of the situation..teasing about bee butts, and placing ice in a paper towel. Later, while I was cleaning the 'dot', Violet said she was getting dizzy...and needed to sit down....then she passed out and begun convulsing.
Not really.
Birthday--woohoo. The day began well with a birthday card informing me I was going to see WICKED and breakfast with my grandpa. The day couldn't be better, until I was suprised by a friend of mine and my sister who drove from Arizona to visit. Thank goodness, because I've really needed to be around Rachel. Anyway, as the stay continued, I began to realize that my friendship with this girl was not the same. When things like this happen, it's hard to distinguish or even pinpoint change between two people, and often times, the blame is placed on one party.
In this case? It's all her fault, and I hate her. I wish I never became friends with her in the first place.
But honestly? I have a hard time being friends with someone that is so negative, and consistent in placing blame on others and pointing faults. I am of the thought that if you believe you're 'Holy-errr then thou', step back and take a look that the relationships around you. Those around you..and then see that you're no better--or worse then anyone else, and in the grand scheme of things?? MONEY doesn't matter.
Dear Reader,
Why exactly do you read this nonsense? I know it's hard to understand, and trust that the content flows directly from the writers head. Once again, I ask that you take the reading with a block of salt and carry on, knowing that you have just wasted three minutes of your time.
*NOTE: Sarcasm runs rampant, and the internet is a poor place to allow it unleashed.
