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*raises eyebrow* Last night, when I hit the "Add Post" button, I watched the progress bar on the bottom of the screen.
One little green block...two....and then nothing.
The AOL parental controles booted me off a bit earlier than expected. I think my uncle fiddled around with the controles a bit, and thus the earlier time. 0.o.
So there be the stuff meant for yesterday. I might post stuff meant for today afore I go off to Bio class. *points down*
I firmly believe when severe psychotic patients are released from wherever, they are set smack in the middle of Jersey City.
There really is no other explanation for this place.
*shakes head*
Mhm. Yesterday, I posted the post below at school. Walk home, I can feel tension from half a block away.
Heard it from one and half away, though. <.<;;
Get closer to find that my 15 year old cousin had started mass fights/wars/stuff (again) with the other neighborhood boys. Being the dumbass that he is, he took a very large kitchen knife outside and threatened to kill all of them with it.
They, being the smartasses that they are, started throwing ice at the house/windows/innocent unsuspecting family members coming back from a long day at school.
Thus began the downward spiral that was my night. And early morning, if I am going to get all technical on everyone. ;P
Made it inside with only a bump on my head (Only!) Before going inside the house though, I calmly pointed out they had hit me, and I got a whole chorus of apologies from the boys behind the fence. Apparently, they weren’t really looking/aiming/caring where they were throwing. I pointed out how that was a bad idea; what if I was my uncle? They all went very quiet at that thought, and to remedy the enormous pothole I had just pointed out in their plan, they appointed the best throwers to stand on other kids' shoulders.
*rolls eyes*
Eheh. Got inside; did some homework, talked briefly on AIM.
Left because babysitting was required. I put on my coat and was heading towards the door, when my uncle walked in. Very angry, he was. One of the kids my cousin was waring with went and told my uncle something about stuff of his being stolen by a certain someone. *shrugs*
He saw me with my coat on, and angrily asked me where I was going. I replied I had babysitting, and endured severe sarcastic biting remarks, such as "Ah, ma'shallah, babysitting every single night?" *mimics him*
No, amo Ali. When I say I'm going babysitting right around the corner of the block where it is incredibly easy for you to check on me at any random time, I'm really going bar hopping and doing sexual favors to get alcohol, as I am still underage to get any legally. =)
;;;
*cough*
Yes! Babysitting…
Oh goodness goodness. *sighs*
From 7:30 to 12 midnight, there was a lot of ear piercing screaming, Summer calling her dad at work to tell him I pushed her (I didn’t, but there goes my babysitting career if they believe her u.u ), keeping Summer out of my coat pockets (she always wants to play with my "cellaphone" u.u), random kids accidentally on purpose opening all the doors on the birdcage that’s on top of the fridge that houses a vicouse finger-hungry bird, violent fighting all around on the part of Hannah, Summer running outside barefoot in the cold rain and not listening to me in general. As you can tell. (Where we live, there is a lot of broken glass from broken-in car windows/alcohol containers. Did I ever mention I tripped on a hospital needle lying on the sidewalk once? Running around barefoot outside is just asking for some kind of disease. Or at least a lengthy hospital visit.).
Also included the second I tried to have a few seconds to myself (It was almost 11pm at this point), Summer tugged on my shirt, telling me the police were on the phone and wanted to talk to me. Picked up the phone, turns out one of the kids was playing around and accidentally/on purpose called them and hung up.
So Aleia learned that it's police policy that when such kinds of calls happen, they call back to check to see if it's a real emergency.
*blushes hard*
I apologized profusely, while the officer lightly scolded me and told me to keep a better eye on the kids I am babysitting.
*blush blush*
;;;
From 7:30 to 12 midnight, the kids wouldn’t allow any music to play except this CD that their mom has.
It’s filled to the brim with twangy country music.
And they kept replaying it on this certain particular song.
That song was/is killing me inside. It was agonizing, to hear it for all those hours, incessantly. Let alone it was the same song over and over again, but IT WAS A COUNTRY SONG.
*dies*
Around 11:30 the kids threw in some kind of scary movie. I stared at the clock and whimpered. Where were their parents at so late at night?!?!? Kayla, the three year old, heard me, patted my hand reassuringly and said “Don’t be scared Aleia, it’s only a movie.”
*points* That there is classic. *grins and chuckles*
Parents finally came; I was so dead tired. They explained that they had to pay me later, as they had no cash on them now. I didn’t care; I just wanted to get out of there and go to sleep.
Finally get home. Wash up, get ready for bed.
Brush sticky candy sticks, wrappers, crumbs and whatever else my cousins leave on my bed/things while I’m gone. Crawl into bed. My mattress is weird, because it has a lot of hard planks, and not a lot of cushion stuffs. The kids always jump on my bed, so a lot of the cushion stuffs is worn away, leaving the planks sharply exposed under the mattress cloth. So you have to sleep on it in a certain way, or else you wake up hurting and bruised. But that bed felt so comfortable, I was so tired. I pull my comfortable blanket on and stretch out a bit…when all of a sudden; my feet and legs were covered in a cold wet sticky substance. Pull back the cover to see that it, my pajamas, myself and my whole bed in general was thickly covered in it.
Turn on the blinding lights to see that a someone was working on a project on my bed, and left a hugeoungouse bottle of open glue on there.
*cries*
After I washed up again, I went to sleep on the couch I used to sleep on, afore I got a bed.
All in a day, I finally got to bed around 1:30. u.u
*half grins*
Stuff happened today, but the parental controls my uncle set for AOL boot me off at 8:30…
…And I believe this post is already way too long. >.<
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