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T.T; Yeah, I've come to that age where I am sick of my dinky little community and can find nothing good come out of it ('Cept maybe my martial arts). And it's true, we have no horses, hence the name of a no-horse town. 'Course, I guess you can say that the horses are replaced with the migrating caribou every fall and spring, but that's besides the point.
I guess I'm saying this out of the hate I was feeling during the week-end. Had to babysit again on Friday to earn money for Karate. We're going to Ottawa for a tournament, so yeah. The big problem was that the kids we had this week were all little brats. Well, the boys anyways. I couldn't get to sleep until like three and even then, the kids were up and six thirty, and I had to wake up at like seven thirty and go to my usual cashier job and nine-thirty. It was not a pretty sight. Then on Sunday, it was a beautiful day, and marvelous day... a great day for going outside, but I had to work again. T.T; I tell ya, I was not a happy camper. Of course, not everything was bad, my mom had an exciting week-end that included rocks, lobsters and drunken sods.
On Satuday, my mom and her friend went to go by some mussels and stuff at the other grocery store for supper. When they went to go look at the bacon, a lobster jumped out at them! XD It had elastics on it's claws and all, but my mom refused to touch it, as did her friend, so they had to get someone from the back to put it back in. On Sunday, my mom took the dog out on the tundra and went for a nice long walk. Never did she expect to see anyone else out there, but she did. She saw a drunken man, and he gave her an ugly, mishapen rock, which is actually in our car right now. XD Poor mom. She never seems lucky when it comes to men. Well, at least she can't say that nothing happens to her in life.
I also found out, that I don't have much of a love life either. The mother of one of the kids I recently baby-sat (not on friday, different gig) told me that he said I was a "Beautiful, Pretty Princess". The kid is five. **Sighs** At least it's not as bad as the time the seven-year-old in my Karate class confessed his love to me. Boy-oh-boy, aren't I the lucky girl?
Well, I'm gonna leave now with this poem from Alice in Wonderland. Hopefully, I got the lyrics right. Mind you, it has nothing to do with what happened before, but, it's been on my mind for awhile.
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail?
And pour the waters of the nile
On every golden scale?
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws
And welcomes little fishies in
With gently, smiling jaws
 Taiyo · Mon Oct 18, 2004 @ 03:26pm · 0 Comments |
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