babysitting is probably one of the most rewarding jobs

i have ever had… I get to bond with kids on a more one to one basis instead of being in a class or camp or something that my mom wants me to do… I love hanging out with them and getting to know who they are as people and find out what they like and what they dont like. I like being their friend.. they feel more comfortable with me than just being a babysitter… im more of the big sister they never had..

Take tonight for example, I stayed the night at Sophia’s. We had noodles and co. for dinner and stopped at Target for some snacks, or “booty” as Sophia called it. haha. we did some homework, painted our nails, danced to some tunes, watched/made fun of Justin Beiber videos, made friendship bracelets and ate lots of junk. it was more like a slumber party than me just overnighting it as a babysitter. it was fun… plus i get paid to do what i would do at home by myself… haha.

it’s the life.

life’s too short for a 9-5… even tho this job lasts longer.. haha its not really working.

April has been emotionally exhausting.

I feel bad i haven't blogged a lot this month.

but it's been kind of an emotional whirlwind lately and i just can't handle it at the moment.

when i get a chance to get my ducks in a row I'll let you know what's been happening.

all i'll say is that as i write this i'm sitting in a twin size bed in Florida missing certain people who probably don't even know how much i miss them.

ok.

im outtie 5000.

peace.

I dont want to even read that.

I found an old journal i was writing in from last summer, and I still want to write in it and use it because it's only half full (no surprise there) and it's got a pretty rad cover... but what inside it, what's hidden between those pages is what I use to be. Very depressed, very lonely, very sad, very awful. It contains what I don't want to remember about myself, and what I don't even want to read ever again.. it kills me to not use the journal anymore, but i dont know if i can.. I would rip out all the pages but it literally is like half full.. i might just bury it.. or burn it. I can read every other half written in journals... they're funny... not this one.. too much shit has happened in that book that I wouldn't want anyone to have to read what made them feel the lowest of lows... ever. never.

I want to start a new journal... but not really write about my life... that's what this is for... but to doodle and write thoughts and stories and poems in.. I want a small one so i can carry it with me in my bag... and one with blank pages, so its not really a typical journal.. but a thoughts book. a me book. stuff i would like to write down when i get something in my head and need a place to write it.. Like a real writer.. I would love to be a writer. someone who gets paid to write. or an author. to make up stories and get paid lots of monies for it. : )

Plus. I like my life now. I love it to be honest. I mean it sometimes sucks.. there's things i would change for sure. But I am probably the happiest I have been in a really really long time.

I'd like to make something of it... well... i am here.. and i love blogging... but i really like seeing my own hand writing sometimes... i need that sometimes.. and i like doodling. its fun.. people think you're really arty that way haha. so. thats it. i let you know how it goes.

later taters.

I should Have Been a Boy Scout.

this post has nothing to do with boy scouts, I wont even get into that...

(I pretty much was one tho, that could be a whole different post.)

The point of this is that I am super resourceful. (that's one of the Boy Scout adjectives right?)

OK. Lets get to the point.

So. I'm housesitting and i wanted to repaint my finger nails and I had glitter nail polish on, which is a total pain in the ass to get off.. and I didn't bring cotton balls and they didn't have any here, so I tried using toilet paper, but the stupid glitter kept pulling it apart. I was getting super pissed. It wasn't coming off, only the paint underneath was coming off...

I then looked through my bag I had hoping I had some cotton balls in there (sometimes I throw them in there) anyways... I didn't have any... just a couple tampons and an ALWAYS pad... I was like "THIS HAS GOT TO WORK!"

I pulled out the pad and ripped it open. I kind of pulled it apart so the cotton part was exposed to get the polish off, but then I realized that the kinda weird plasticy lining on top was totally useful to get the effing glitter off too!! it was sooo amazing how well it worked! I have never been able to get the stupid shit off my nails with out practically scrubbing them with steel wool.

Glitter is like the herpes of the craft supplies and apparently of nail polish, it just never goes away. Unless you use a ALWAYS!

ok. that's it.

later taters.