Tonight i'm finding myself thinkinf about stuff that i truly don't want to be thinking about. I'm hoping that i can just start rambling about other things and it will get out of my head. How many times have i tried this? How many times has it failed to help in the least bit? *Sigh* well here goes.

I babysat for Jim again today. Good lord that kid can be so damn annoying. I mean, sure, i can deal with him for the first hour and a half fine...then after that i just make him play the "Quiet Game" while i try my hardest to glue him to some cartoons or something. Thank god i'm getting payed for this. I really need the money for Florida.

Ick...I dont know if you guys have seen Kenny from The Starting Line lately but he is not what i remember. I loved the blonde, happy, hairdryer-to-the-back-of-the-head, Kenny. Now he's all...brown and long and icky. Why kenny?! WHY??? Ah well...I suppose he's the same happy kenny inside.

Yeah so i just remembered that because they showed the commercial for some interview on Fuse a second ago.

So back to my day: Paula has been dropping Jim off at 7 AM this week and that sucks ass. Thankfully my Mom has been letting me sleep in so she gets up with him then and waits around until he catches the bus to school at our house around 8 i think. Good thing today because i was up until 3 AM talking to Chelsea on the phone about everything she's missed since she went to florida. (he says Ash and me are going with her to Clearwater beach when we get there on the friday or saturday becuase there are way too many hot guys on the weekends to not go. She's also decided we need to get henna tattoo's. Sounds good to me. I can't wait.)By the time i wake up at 10-11ish she has to go to work and today she took Andrew with her so he could be dropped off to work at my Uncle Martin's shop. Jim's bus was 40 min. late and i hate when the stupid bus driver does that. Made him lunch and entertained him with movies until he made me go outside to watch him swim in our little pool. I mostly just stayed on the trampoline and read this book that Chelsea lent me called "Shout Down the Moon." Steve picked him up around 4 or 5 and my mom got home within a half hour so that was good.

I talked to Matt online and he begged me to try to meet him at FunSpot but i told him i didnt know because my mom wanted to go running on the track in Belmont and then go swimming, but we ended up going anyway. Ronnie and andrew and me walked around a while and played some air hockey before going back out to the car and telling my mom to bring us mini golfing up the road. Couldn't find Matt around so i didn't see him or Cooper there.

I forgot how bad i suck at mini-golf. I'm really horrible. Ronnie got his ball stuck in the little fake cement river thing like 5 times though so that made me feel better.

Yesterday i got my new eyebrow barbell in and i like it so much better. I had to use 2 pairs of my dad's plyers to get the damn ring off though and when i finally bried it lose the little ball thing on it went flying and its lost somewhere in my bathroom.

Ash was gonna go with us tonight but when i called her she said she didn't feel like it because she had a sunburn. She went to the beach today. I was supposed to go the beach today but instead Paula's schedule changed and i had to babysit. *pout* My only day off is thursday and its not going to be nice.

Also found out that Amber can't come to visit this summer because she works and she has dance classes. that sucks ass. She's finding out in a few days if she's moving here or not. But i guess Nic doesnt want to move so Wanda is thinking of staying in New York with him while Charlie takes Amber and Katie back to Gilmanton. I can't really imagine this happening but i'm hoping it doesnt.

I'm gonna go jump on Ronnie because he just fell asleep and i want to get back at him for ripping the petals off my black eyed susan today when we were taking a walk to the pond. ha. Mess with my damn flowers...i'll show him. lol.

~Bitty

I'm gonna add new pictures of my eyebrow and stuff. Click the extras to see.