More Havoc.... AHHHHH Day 59

AHHH I'm almost up to two months!!! NO!!!!! oh well.... I suck at stuff like this...

Well I was going to post about how bored I have been in math class and I make drawings like this...

Yep... not that I can draw or anything...

Here I am displaying a stick man
jumping a Christmas tree, a stick
man waving through a door, the
view that I had (the red is my hair,
the green is my legs) and something
else....

MY FAVOURITE GREEN MONSTER
DRIVING A SHOPPING CART!

BUT THEN SOMETHING ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!!

Ok I have to explain something first. My TA (teacher advisory) teacher is the cosmo teacher. So she's pretty cool. Now we have this thing called flex where you have half an hour in the middle of the day to do whatever you want. But you have to tell your TA where you're going. But my TA is so cool that instead of actually telling her I text her. So yes, she has my number and I have her's. It's not actually that creepy...

ANYWAY so I get this phone call from her and she's like "I need your help my sister's kids are here and they need a babysitter because we are going to grad." 

Now inside my head I was like "oh crap I've really never babysat anyone before but I don't really want to say no because you know it's like my teacher and obviously they're freakin cause it's last minute"

But I said: "Ok sure" what the hProxy-Connection: keep-alive
Cache-Control: max-age=0

l right? I'm smart enough, it's like problem solving. I'm good at that.

Yep, I will just keep telling myself I'm smart I will figure it out

^^^That isn't me being narcissistic, it's me trying to have

self-confidence...

Anyway, I had 3 kids to take care of. A six year old, a three year old, and a 5 month old. Oh my freakin god. Now when my teacher was picking me up she was all like "when Anna said you were a good babysitter"

Anna's kid is 10. I'm fantastic with 10 year olds. I didn't tell here that was the only babysitting I had ever done.

Oh well. I'm smart, I will figure it out.

Did I mention that the kids grandma is also a teacher in the school? I really didn't want to screw up.

I get there and everyone was running around doing last minute preparations for grad and every time I touched the freakin baby he cried and I was embarrassed and they were probably thinkin "what the hell are we doing leaving the kids with this girl?" but luckily the grandpa was planning on staying home anyway so if the kids were screaming to much he would come down for backup.

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So as soon as everyone left he scooped the baby for like 30 min cause I was overwhelmed and then I just played with the kids. Then he came back down and I figured everything out. I was just so scared that the baby was gonna shit and then I would have to try and figure out how to change a diaper... Not really what I wanted to experiment with. Especially with other little kids running around.

So I was doing fine until it was time to get the kids out of the bath tub. The problem was every time I tried to put the baby down in his rocker seat thingy (what the hell do you call that?) he would cry. Now I know crying is suppose to mean something, but then when I picked him up and shoved a soother in his mouth he would shut up. So then I told the kids to get dressed and I couldn't really help them cause I was holding the baby. Whatever they were self-sufficient. ish.

Now it was getting late, so I was going to read the kids each a story and then they could go to sleep right? Well, it happened that at that same time the baby needed to be feed. This is where the havoc was, because the baby kept crying and bottle was leaking and that kids both wanted a story so I was trying to read "Morton the Magician" which has small print and lots a writing, so I was making it up because I didn't really have the patience to read the entire book. Oh and the girl had to hold it for me cause I don't have enough hands. Then I actually read the other book because it had like 6 sentences.



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Then I sent the six year old girl to the bedroom where she was going to sleep and the boy was suppose to sleep on the couch. But the girl was in tears because she couldn't sleep without her stuffy and the boy was crying because he missed his nana and the baby was crying because I was still trying to feed him. So my problem solving skills included sending the boy off to the bed room so they wouldn't be so lonely. Well, that wasn't really my idea, it was the little girls but I will take credit for it. After telling them to be quiet like 4 times they fell asleep. I carried the baby around for like 10 mins, then I finally clued in that if I put him in his bed then he would fall asleep. I know, I'm not too bright at these things.

So I felt bad about what a horrible job I did taking care of the kids so I started to clean up. Who doesn't like to come home to a clean house, right? When I would babysit Anna's kid I would always wash the dishes in the sink. After a while I began to think she would leave dishes in the sink just for me.... anyway all the toys were cleaned up and the water in the bathroom and all that stuff so I decided to dry off the Lego blocks they were playing with in the tub. So I'm doing that and then the person comes home and she's like "don't worry about washing blocks"

Cause that's what it looks like I'm doing. Washing the freakin toys.

So I tried to explain to her that they were using them in the tub and I was just trying them, not washing them.

Oh well, it's a little more cash in my pocket and I didn't embarrass myself too much.

I don't think so anyway.

Fat or Skinny?

 

Ok, I have just realized my last 2-3 posts have all been written during math class. Whoops! But it's too tempting being done all my work sitting in front of a computer.... Anyway so this post is going to be about weight. Now, I'm a highschool girl so I am well informed about the subject. Don't freak out, I'm not worried about it, but I know for lots of people it's really stressful. It really irritates me when people think they're fat. My super skinny friend (I swear she's some kind of experiment, because she is in love with food!) is always talking about how fat she is, or does this make me look fat? or stuff like that. It's a really bad habit, because then people around her who weigh over 80 lbs feel self-concious. But there is so much media out there, and pictures of super skinny, unhealthy girls that have depression problems and all this other bad stuff I hate it! As Sheldon claims, in some ancient cultures fat women used to be considered attractive because they produced better offspring.... now, I know what healthy and unhealthy are. I will not be jealous of someone just because they puke 3 times a day or "forget" to eat! Disgusting. Now, I will save my rant on fat people for another day.... (just kidding!) But I think weightloss is disgusting in general. Unless you are truely "overweight", they you should not be trying to get skinnier. So what if you are 6 feet tall, so you weigh more than most people, but it's obvious that that will happen. I also really hate when people claim they are fat for attention. Really hate! I just want to say something like Sure, Sure, I agree. or  If you think so darling.  Ok, so now I'm done ranting. Boy, I do rant alot!

     Ok, I'm just going to put in my experience. So, yesterday, I had 2 hours of gym option (i.e. 2 hours of cardio room and weight room) and then basketball, (so much fun, because there were only 4 of us, so I was trying to play defence on our coach... hehe) so I was exhausted. So guess what I did? I went home and ate and ate and ate. Why? I couldn't help it! I was so hungry, and no matter what I ate (fruit, toast, chips, candy) I just couldn't get full! So, I have to go now, my math teacher is trying to convince me to go on a math website.... Blah. Adios!

I'm Trying!!!

     I'm kind of lost right now. I keep going in circles because I haven't really discovered which way is out. I can't figure out whether or not I really have choices anymore. Lately, I have been really worried about the far future (what else means the opposite of "near future"?). I think, or at least I hope, that I am just at that age where I can really decide who I am. I used to KNOW that I loved to learn and be the super nerd and get 90's all the time, but now I'm not really sure. It's exam time, and I have been spending hours studying, but is that really what I want? I could be working so I could afford to send money for kids starving in Africa or I could be writing music or I could be hanging out with my friends. I finally have choices, and I don't know what to do. I finally have the chance to make a difference, and I have the choice to choose not too. It's so hard! Like, I have been saying forever I want to volunteer at the hospital and play piano at seniors homes but did I take the initiative? No, I decided to play volleyball and basketball. But those things keep me healthy and skinney and socialized. See? It's like a circle. Or, I could do everything and stress out and fall in a rut and get depressed and drop everything to climb back out. And then start my life over. I don't know. I just don't know anymore.

     I'm taking this music course called Harmony. It's like intense musical study, and it's so hard and dull. Now, I have never had work that is hard for me. Like, I've had trouble, but nothing like this. I don't get it? It's so frusterating. It's pulling my whole mood down. That and the fact that it's January and I am pretty sure I have a touch of SAD (seasonal affective disorder). Now, I have always complained about school being to easy, but this is like the extreme other side. Anyway, I better sign off and get back to studying. I will post some happyier posts when exams are done. Night.

Basketball!

Ok so we  had our first basketball game today! But in order to talk about it I have to explain the standings to you. I started playing last year as a newbie on a Grade 7/8 team and I had no confidence what so ever and passed the ball the first chance I got ;P. This year, I was all pumped because it was suppose to be just a grade 9 team, so there was bound to be another newbie.... so I wouldn't be bottom of the heap again. But there was like 5 grade 11 who didn't try out and messed the whole system up! There wasn't enough for a senior team so they took 5 grade 10's and then they didn't have enough for a JV team so they took 5 Grade 9's.... so basically we lost our 5 best players. Then at our tryouts, if you walked on the court you were on the team. I convince one of my friends, and now she might hate me... and other than that, we get a team of the non-committed, injured, and newbies. Oh and plus we took the Grade 8's three best players.... So I'm point guard. I went from "Don't pass to me, I'm scared of the ball" to "Look, I'm captain of the team, I'm open!" -_- yeah.... well. But, get ready for it... I SCORED THE FIRST THREE BASKETS!!! *extreme happy dance leading into jumping on the desk and hitting my head on the ceiling* So, basically, I just typed that whole thing to explain that confidence is one of the most important things you can give yourself. And it doesn't just apply to sports. Saying your going to fail (cough, cough) a test while your trying to study is probably a bad idea. Because inside your head, your brain isn't really retaining the information because it's busy worrying about failing. Yep, that's what I think. Oh yeah, and even though I didn't say this last time, but part of my resolution was to blog more. And that ended on January 3rd.... NEW RECORD!!! LONGEST KEPT NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION IN HISTORY!!!! haha just kidding unless history only applies to my life then it's true. Now I'm going to still the most dorkyest saying from my friend "later, people of the interwebs!"



This is me (Arrow pointing up) 



Oh and btw good job all my fine ladies, and I didn't really mean what I said up there. Just me ranting. Again. *blushing* It just feels like that sometime.... And if this was an answering machine message it would end with.....

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