Friday, 10:56 p.m.   Leaden Fingers Yeah so I thought I would get away with not babysitting for a year but ha. Will I ever get away from children? Probably not. Tonight I babysat two little boys, ages 4 and 6. They weren't that bad. Nothing like Scott, the neighbor kid. Daaaaah! I didn't do much in school today. Okay, I did. I didn't do much in chemistry today. Just wrote stuff down. In Accounting I did work, and in Tech I did kinda, and in Art, and English I sort of did. Mostly in English though the kid in front of me made fun of my accent. As though he thought I had an accent. Losers! Don't they know that THEY'RE the ones with the accents? And that I've noticed I'm kind of picking it up a little?! They say garage funny. It's not "guhRAJH" it's "GAIRejj" and they don't pronounce most short vowel sounds, everything interpreted into "eh" or "ih" like "Oh, look, a ket" would be in real language, "Oh, look, a cat." and stuff. Also they say Aluminum "Al-uh-MIN-ee-um." And they think I say internet funny. it's weird, I didn't know there were that many differences until I got here. And they are well aware of the fact that no american bothers saying their t sounds. "Innersection" "Innernet" not "Intersection" or "Internet" And then there's the utah "Mou-ain" and etc. So languages are all effed up. It's cool. At lunch, too, the guys I hang out with started playing this game they call "Bullrush" which is a lot like sharks and minnows only 200 times more brutal and violent. I know, swimmers, it doesn't seem possible, but it is. A game more violent than sharks and minnows. So one kid stands in the middle of the playing field and everyone else lines up one one side and the middleman calls out "bullrush" and everyone else tries to get to the other side without being thrown to the ground. So the middleman will throw his arms around someone, usually his legs, and try to flip him to get him on the ground so he's out. The first person out is also a middleman, but everyone else just stands on the sidelines when they're out. The last person out is the next middleman. It's totally fun to watch. Had I not been in my uniform (which I'm trying to keep nice since it's about the only one I have), and had my uniform not been a skirt, I totally would have joined in. These kids' mothers must be bankrupt buying them new shirts all the time. One kid's bottom three buttons ripped off and they all came out muddy. A guy named Simon came out with a gouge in his elbow that was a lovely shade of crimson. It was probably the highlight of my day. Chemistry was murder. I have no idea what's going on in that class most of the time, but it's not like I have to take exams or worry about grades so I'll try my best and see what I can learn. Today I learned...how to write "I miss you" in ten different styles. I know he's got me beat in the who-misses-who-more game, possibly also in the who-loves-who-more game, but I also know that I miss him as much as I can without exploding, and that I love him as much as I physically can. I want to see my hand entwined in his. I want to feel his lips on mine. I want to give him butterfly kisses. I want to see my legs propped up on his lap And feel his arms around my waist. I want to look into his blue eyes And know he's looking into my grey eyes. I want to lie on a blanket with him And talk about random things. I want to remember how different we are And how much we are the same. I love him. I miss him. There's chemistry in his smile When I hug him hello. The unexpected kisses ring in my mouth. My stomach does flips and my world turns over When I come to the startling realization That it's him who's on my mind. And I don't mind the romance. And I don't mind the silence. And just knowing that he's there for me Is all I need to survive sometimes. Also this seat hurts my bum. Today is dragging on. That's what I did instead of actual work in class. Aren't you proud of me? Tomorrow night is the formal. It better be good for the price I've paid. I wonder if I should go get my hair done... That's an empty thing to think. Should I or should I not get my hair done for the formal? I've already spent NZ$55 on my ticket and I don't even have a date and What do I care what they think of me? If I get thrown out for not being formal enough, then they can give me my money back and I will gladly do something else with my time. Bring it on, society. Give me everything you've got. 11:34 p.m. And also that cute asian kid that aubrey would love cut his hair so he's not so cute anymore. what! I can be shallow and plastic if I want to. Tonight I will pray to God and thank him that tomorrow is saturday and I get to sleep in. And that we have a bathtub and I can soak my pretty little body for hours and hours. probably only half an hour since I hate water but hey. WHEEE.