Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Tuesday, July 5, 2005
july already?
Hey all, wow I havent update in months. Anyway, I have graduated RV as the Class of 2005, yay. It's weird knowing that I am officially now alumni of that place. Well let's see... what have I been doing since seeing everybody at Project Graduation?
I've been babysitting - two kids at first, 1 1/2 year old girl who is as cute as ever, and an annoying 5 year old boy, who lies and does the shifty eyes when asked if he took something or whatnot. Well during that time a 3 month year old boy also came. He cries like no other. Ugh. Well now the two kids aren't coming, because they are on vacation. Yellowstone Park - and in August, Paris! Wow, the little girl has already been to Spain. Crazy, huh?
What else? I've been trying to prepare (& mentally) for college. Mostly financial issues. Ugh, how am I going to pay for this? It's so much. Oh, man.
I've also been trying to workout and everything. You know, so that when I gain that Freshman 15, (hopefully I won't) I'll be the same weight as I am now! Hah. But yeah, I really need to lose mad weight. It's not healthy. And also, I really don't like my doctor. He's not nice, and is straight-to-the-point-no-feeling-jerk-ass. Yeah. Idiot.
Well yesterday I went the Philadelphia Freedom Fest thing w/ Sir Elton John, Patti LaBelle, Bryan Adams, and Rufus Wainwright, and other people for HIV/AIDS awareness and all. It was okay, until I decided to go with Andrea to the Porto-Pottys. It was because the concert was almost starting, and a lot of people were still coming in, plus the fact that the lines for the pottys were really long. That's when we lost Michelle, Rachel, and Heather. Andrea had left her stuff with them and started freaking out and everything because Heather had called saying they were going to move, but in fact they didn't, because, they couldn't really. So I was worried and everything but knew if we didn't find them, that we would probably find them at the train station or at the car in Woodcrest. Andrea was a bucket of emotions. So we were separated for about 2 hours(?) before Andrea pushed her way (about our 4th or 5th time going there) to the spot where we had last seen our triplets. And that's when we finally found them, after every act being done, and during the last song of Patti LaBelle, and right before Elton John. Well the rest was history, Elton John was great, and the people behind and in front of us were interesting. The British people behind me seemed pissed off, and really antsy for Elton, previously making jokes and stuff, you know, calling him the "Queen. The Queen Bee, really." So anyway, at the end my back was hurting and my left foot, because I had been doing yard work the whole morning and afternoon, and hadn't sat down really for the whole day. When I got home I took some sprite and orange juice and mixed them, making my own homemade Orangina, the pop you can find in France and other areas. I drank it all and was refreshed and then went to sleep, not waking up until 9:30 this morning (because I no longer have to deliver stupid BCT newspapers.)
Well I'm done for now. That was long?
Comments?
I've been babysitting - two kids at first, 1 1/2 year old girl who is as cute as ever, and an annoying 5 year old boy, who lies and does the shifty eyes when asked if he took something or whatnot. Well during that time a 3 month year old boy also came. He cries like no other. Ugh. Well now the two kids aren't coming, because they are on vacation. Yellowstone Park - and in August, Paris! Wow, the little girl has already been to Spain. Crazy, huh?
What else? I've been trying to prepare (& mentally) for college. Mostly financial issues. Ugh, how am I going to pay for this? It's so much. Oh, man.
I've also been trying to workout and everything. You know, so that when I gain that Freshman 15, (hopefully I won't) I'll be the same weight as I am now! Hah. But yeah, I really need to lose mad weight. It's not healthy. And also, I really don't like my doctor. He's not nice, and is straight-to-the-point-no-feeling-jerk-ass. Yeah. Idiot.
Well yesterday I went the Philadelphia Freedom Fest thing w/ Sir Elton John, Patti LaBelle, Bryan Adams, and Rufus Wainwright, and other people for HIV/AIDS awareness and all. It was okay, until I decided to go with Andrea to the Porto-Pottys. It was because the concert was almost starting, and a lot of people were still coming in, plus the fact that the lines for the pottys were really long. That's when we lost Michelle, Rachel, and Heather. Andrea had left her stuff with them and started freaking out and everything because Heather had called saying they were going to move, but in fact they didn't, because, they couldn't really. So I was worried and everything but knew if we didn't find them, that we would probably find them at the train station or at the car in Woodcrest. Andrea was a bucket of emotions. So we were separated for about 2 hours(?) before Andrea pushed her way (about our 4th or 5th time going there) to the spot where we had last seen our triplets. And that's when we finally found them, after every act being done, and during the last song of Patti LaBelle, and right before Elton John. Well the rest was history, Elton John was great, and the people behind and in front of us were interesting. The British people behind me seemed pissed off, and really antsy for Elton, previously making jokes and stuff, you know, calling him the "Queen. The Queen Bee, really." So anyway, at the end my back was hurting and my left foot, because I had been doing yard work the whole morning and afternoon, and hadn't sat down really for the whole day. When I got home I took some sprite and orange juice and mixed them, making my own homemade Orangina, the pop you can find in France and other areas. I drank it all and was refreshed and then went to sleep, not waking up until 9:30 this morning (because I no longer have to deliver stupid BCT newspapers.)
Well I'm done for now. That was long?
Comments?
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