I've moved, by the way. Not houses, but blog hosting sites. I am now over at Blogspot. My new address is www.gracemcclellan.blogspot.com. Come visit me if you so desire. Live Journal, you have been good to me, but sometimes it's just time to move on.
I'm considering moving to Blogspot. I think it'd be easier for almost everyone involved and I don't think I really have any friends who still frequently use LiveJournal. What do you think?
Today I found my list of New Year's Resolutions for 2008. There were ten. I met four and there were another four that I couldn't quite check off but felt I should acknowledge some progress in. I feel like that's a pretty good year.
Saturday night my car broke down in the parking lot of Sake. Kevin had to come to my rescue and then he, Britt, and I made our way to the Pep Boys who rescued me even further, though they charged a good deal more than Kevin did. It was a fun, if somewhat stressful and expensive, experience. We sat on go-carts and scooters and took pictures and stuff. It's good to have friends like Britt and Kevin who not only rescue you in your moment of distress but then stick around to turn a potential freak-out into really kind of a fun night. And then we went home and I watched Home Alone for the first time. GOOD movie. I understand why people are so fond of it.
Watching movies is about all I've been doing lately, because I have, yet again, been deathly ill. All week, disgustingly so. Still not great. I didn't go to church today for the first time in ages. I have not dressed today. I took a shower, but it was more to steam myself than get clean. I've slept, eaten, and watched movies. Good day, no? Today, I got Chocolat, Edward Scissorhands, and Little Women under my belt, not to mention all the stuff that's been on TV. Little Women always tears at my emotions. Every few minutes, I find myself saying aloud either "This movie SUCKS!" or "I love this movie!" I do love it and it only sucks because it makes me emote.
I'm done with class, obviously. Have been since Thursday afternoon. It's a good feeling. I only have 3 exams: 2 on Thursday and 1 on Friday. I thought I wouldn't be done until Tuesday, and that's what my parents still think. However, I'm not telling them any different because if I went home when I'm actually done, I'd have to sing in my father's Christmas musical and I'm all about getting out of that.
In brilliantly fantastic news, Melody's coming to visit on Tuesday! Also, I bought 2 Monkees records at Schoolhouse Exchange. And I'm writing for fun, even though fiction and playwriting classes are over. A lot about this semester has been not my favorite, but my love for writing has just been renewed all over the place, and I'm happy about that.
I'm going to do a bit more of that writing until I go to bed. Which will be soon, most likely. Sickness makes it difficult to stay awake for too long. I'll let you know what I decide about that "switching to blogspot" thing.
AAAAAAAND Dark Knight comes out on Tuesday. You can imagine a very enthusiastic "WOOT" from me here.
I think life would actually be swell if I could go home for Thanksgiving and just stay. Through at least the beginning of 2nd semester. I have to ask for your prayers because things have lately just been really discouraging for me in a lot of ways--I'm frustrated with mostly everything around me, even things that have brought me a lot of joy in the past, and I don't want to be around any of it. Other than to just keep praying, I don't know how to handle the things that have got me down, but it's very hard to be here, being frustrated, particularly when it would be so lovely to be home with your best friend. Don't get me wrong--I have AWESOME friends here. I mean, the kind that you can do absolutely nothing with and still be perfectly content. They're better people than I deserve. But there are just so many things going on in me that they can't magically fix and it's not like being at home could either, except that maybe it could, because then I wouldn't be around so much of it, but a lot of times lately, I just get super irritated super easily and want to just leave. Crank up Richie Cunningham and get the heck out of Dodge. And yes. Other than prayer, I don't know what to do about this. So if you could contribute your own prayers to my cause, that would be just stupendous.
In more joyful news, I saw the Dark Knight for a 5th time this weekend with KtS, KtB, Brandy, and Kevin. I think this time was better than the last 3 times I've seen it. For some reason, this was the viewing where it suddenly just all clicked and made sense to me. I mean, there just aren't many more brilliant movies out there. Every single person in that movie is just phenomenal. I'm watching Batman Begins right now, actually, and it's pretty fantastic itself, but the Dark Knight even blows IT out of the water. Incredible. Commissioner Gordon. Gary Oldman. Love.
I should go clean up and start packing. I haven't decided yet if I'm leaving for home Tuesday night or Wednesday morning, and I probably will not decide until Tuesday night. But it'll be good to be prepared for either case.
Parting shot: Try Barney's coffee in the flavor called Santa's White Christmas. Also try the ice cream of the same flavor. Freaking incredible. I don't know where you can get it around here (Publix sells it in Spartanburg), but if you should happen across it, snag that junk.
I know it's been a while since I've written, because I looked over my last entry and it said I had been sick but was now perfectly fine. And I haven't been perfectly fine in a good, long while, so I know that's how long it's been since I've written. Since I like to voice my woes here, let me explain what's been going on. I noticed it first the night of Chic-Fil-A spirit night. The 28th, I believe. I began coughing (and haven't stopped since, mind you). It was just a cough and sore throat until Thursday afternoon, when I started feeling really nauseous. I skipped my classes then and went to meet with Brandi and Elizabeth at 6:30, forgoing dinner for just a Coke to calm my stomach. Didn't work. I felt so bad that I thought I was going to throw up and even started crying a little bit just from sheer misery, and then I left Crusade before it really even started. I couldn't handle it. Felt like a flake, but I just felt awful. So I called my Mom in tears because I was so miserable and she told me to go get some Dramamine (my 3rd time at Wal-Green's that day, each time buying a new drug). And I took it and went home and put in At World's End and laid in bed until everyone got there for the Office (which didn't record, so I left my bed for a grand total of about 5 minutes) and KtS, Britt, and Beth came and sat with me, which made me feel a lot better. So I slept through the night and then when I woke up on Friday, I thought it would be the last time. I couldn't move and I didn't move except to use the bathroom until late that afternoon. All I ate was Saltines and sweet tea and Dramamine and Mucinex and Tylenol and I felt like standing was a really bad idea because the room spun a little. I just lay motionless in bed with a washcloth to my forehead. I finally got up and took a shower, went to Wal-Mart and to the Halloween party at the Casa (where I sat on the couch all night because standing up was such a big ordeal) and on Saturday morning, I felt slightly less deathly and went home to Spartanburg. I felt just as miserable for the next several days (and had some sinus pressure, fever, and headaches on top of all that). In fact, I skipped my Monday class and just stayed in Spartanburg to let my mom take care of me until Wednesday morning and I went back, nausea gone and almost of normal strength again. But then Wednesday night, some of my nausea came back and Britt wanted to go to urgent care because of this possible spider bite on her hand, and I figured I'd let them take a look at me while we were there. And boy did they look. Once they told me they didn't know what was wrong, they decided to take my blood (in two different places, because the first one missed) and then do a FREAKING EKG, which is kind of scary! I mean, you don't even feel it, but there's a lot of machinery and you're in a gown and they're hooking things up to you and it's scary! And after all that, they said they couldn't find anything! I didn't have mono or diabetes and I wasn't pregnant and my heart was a little fast, but I think that had to do with the fact that they were sticking needles and clips all over me, and the lab results the next day said everything was normal, so they just said to stop taking Mucinex because that could speed up my heart and make me dizzy and they sent me on my way. And I feel way better, but I'm still kind of coughing up a storm, but at least I can walk and eat and everything. So that is my crazy sickness story. You'd think a girl who reads so many medical books would be in better health.
Anyway. Home was fun. We got a new dog. She's a two-month-old black and white Springer Spaniel (Spaniel mix, really, but mostly Springer). We debated on a name for a really long time, and then once I was gone, they decided on Millie. I hate the name Millie, so I've taken to calling her M. I figure that's better than Millie and it's Judi Dench's character in James Bond, so that's kind of cool. She's really precious. Likes to be on people. I like dogs that like to be on people. Actually, I just like dogs. All dogs. Big, small, hyper, mellow, old, young, doesn't matter. Love dogs. Love animals.
Home was also fun because I am one of the fortunate people in life whose best friend is in their family. Melody is the most fun person I know and I always hate having to leave her at home and go back to school. No one gets our jokes like each other do. Together, we rediscovered our love for Christy. For those of you who don't know, Christy was a series in the early 90's. We watched it when it was on back then and loved it and Melody rented the whole series from the library. Originally, though, it was a book written in '69, I think. And then the series left us on a real cliffhanger, so PAX TV did 3 tv movies early this decade. Never seen them, so I bought them off of half.com and we're going to watch them over Thanksgiving. We both checked the book out from the library though, because we've never read it, and I must confess that my work has suffered because I cannot put it down. Christy is the story of a 19-year-old girl from Asheville, NC who travels to the backwoods community of Cutter Gap, TN to be a schoolteacher. The school is the same building as the church and she teaches 67 pupils of all ages. Few of them (few adults even) know how to read or write or do anything and she has to teach them all as well as learning to love them and become a part of their world, which is pretty uncivilized compared to her city life. Her faith is tested in many ways and she has to deal with all sorts of mountain family drama and she eventually wins the love of and has to choose between two men--David, the handsome, funny, young preacher, and Dr. Neil MacNeill, the brooding Scottish doctor who has little to no faith in God. Who does she finally choose? You'll have to watch or read to find out. We pulled for David when we were little. He was pretty and funny and everything young girls find attractive. These days we pull for Neil. He's hot and usually dirty and he's dangerous and Scottish. It's a truly great story. Best-seller for a really long time.
P.S. The heat in my house isn't working and it is frigid.
The sickness, lethargy, and Christy have all contributed to my room becoming a pig-sty. I mean, it's really grotesque. There are clothes all in the floor, papers all over the desk, books strewn out all AROUND my chest with few actually on or in it. Therefore, I am designating tomorrow as my cleaning day. I am going to pick up the floor and do laundry and put things away and vacuum. It's going to be revolutionary. I'm actually looking forward to it because I'm embarrassed for people to come in my room. Truly, they must think I'm disgusting. And since I've let it get to this point, maybe I am. Anyway, I'm going to wash a few dishes, eat a little cheesecake, and possibly finish Christy tonight. Hope you've enjoyed this update on all the turmoil in my life. I love you all.
So, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged, and there have been lots of times I’ve had things to write about, but I’ve forgotten them all now, so let’s just do a few highlights of things that are going on.
I cut my hair. I mean, I didn’t cut it—the girl I always go to did. But it’s short. Er. Shorter. Shorter than I like. I just feel like it’s so wrong. I mean, I needed a trim, but wow did I ever get one. It’s probably a good 4 or 5 inches shorter. It’s wretched. I look fourteen and chubbier than I did before. Call me superficial if you must, but it really has me upset. I’ve been Googling how to make hair grow faster. Daily scalp massages are good to stimulate hair growth, and it turns out that one huge reason my hair grew so much over the summer is because I never dried it or did anything to it. So I guess I can keep on in that pattern, because it’s likely to grow a lot faster. I mean, if I could make a miracle happen and grow it all back overnight, I would do it. I’m so down about it and every once in a while I’ll forget why I feel so utterly depressed and then I look in the mirror and remember. Suck. I don’t look like me, in my opinion. I rather hope I don’t meet anyone important in the next few months (for instance, my future husband or Jason Mraz) because they will get the totally wrong impression of me just by my hair. So there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it other than not drying it, not brushing it while it’s wet, doing the hot oil thing every so often, and giving myself scalp massages, but I will do all of that and hope it works fast and then I’ve decided I’m going to grow my hair longer than it’s ever been before. (P.S. Don’t bother trying to make me feel better by saying that it looks good because I won’t feel better and it doesn’t look good. If you have to say anything, just tell me it’ll grow back.)
That said, how about a little insight into the way I work? Here goes: You know how people always give me grief about how I don’t ever show emotions or have feelings or anything? And of course, that’s ridiculous, because I do emote when something is worth emoting over and I laugh more than almost anyone I know and I have plenty of feelings that I simply choose not to share. And the reason that I choose not to share them is because when I do, people freak so far out about it. It’s like if I say anything with so much as a raised eyebrow, people find it necessary to ask me if I’m okay and what’s the matter and I HATE THAT. NOTHING is the matter except that I’m human, and if it were, I would tell the people I wanted to know. And this is one of the major reasons I typically prefer the company of guys to girls. Even if a guy knows there’s something wrong with you, unless it’s glaringly obvious, he will just let you go about your business. And if it IS glaringly obvious and he asks you what’s up, you can say “nothing,” and he drops it. Girls always want to talk about their feelings and they want you to talk about yours and mostly they just want to TALK. They don’t even need to have anything to say, they just like to talk. This is the way it has always been and it’s always been upsetting to me because if I need to talk about something, then I will do it, and if not then I will either keep my mouth shut or write about it right here. So there’s my soapbox. I’m sorry if that’s offensive—I have a lot of opinions that make girls want to crucify me: I don’t want to discuss my emotions, Batman is better than Nick Sparks, I’d rather elope, the list goes on. They’re probably going to excommunicate me from the Girl’s Coalition soon.
I don’t, however, want anyone to think that I don’t fully appreciate my girl friends. I have some completely amazing ones that I’ve been fortunate to find, and—even better—there are a few that I can spend endless time with and just UNWIND. Just sit together and talk, don’t talk, watch tv, whatever. And I am incredibly thankful that God has put them in my life and provided ways that I can keep in contact with them even if they’re far, far away.
On a lighter note, I am going to the mountains for Fall Break and I am so freaking pumped. It’s like ever since I left Gatlinburg right before school started, I just haven’t wanted to be away from it. I love it so much there and I’ve just wanted to be there. I mean, it’s kind of hard, because this year so far I’ve just felt very displaced and like I don’t particularly want to be here at WU and that I’m just doing my time. And when I think about this awesome place where I WANT to be spending my time it doesn’t help my opinion of here. And it makes me just want to move there right now, particularly since advising will be coming up soon and my advisor always asks me what I want to do with my life and I just don’t have any idea and if I could escape right now, that would be brilliant. So, that’s actually not that much lighter of a note, but that’s where I’m at right now.
INDIAN FOOD. Is there anything better in the world? I mean, really. It is one of my very favorite genres of food, and I mean I love Chinese and Mexican. But Indian. Dang. Five Spices is one of my favorite restaurants in the world. They will give you as much freaking food as you can possibly fit inside yourself. It’s amazing.
We had discussed having a Harry Potter marathon party close to Halloween, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. There just isn’t an appropriate time to do it. Things are going on all the time around Halloween. I’m telling you, October is a hopping month. I haven’t totally given up on it though, since, after all, it’s pretty much always Halloween at Hogwarts. We can make it Hogwarty all the time here. Or at least one day at some undetermined point in the future.And I need to see the Dark Knight again. Real soon. Any takers? Let’s go.
I hate endings. Happy endings, sad endings, doesn't matter. I just don't like it when things are over (unless, of course, we're talking about war or a cold or public speaking class or something). Even in the Dark Knight, which is like 8 hours long, I don't mind sitting through all of it because I'm enjoying it and once it's over, who knows what's going to happen? I'm not going to find out what happens next until...well, whenever they decide to make a third Batman movie. I don't hurry through books like I did when I was little because Harry Potter is all over now and there's nothing more to look forward to, so I should keep reading one of those books as long as I can and make it last. I'm into making things last. I'm into savoring. It's a good thing when you know what you have is good and you're able to make the most of it while you can. For instance--KtB and Brandy Hill were both in town this weekend and on Saturday, both Katies, Kevin, and I took a trip over to Camp Thunderbird to see the Fall Getaway people. And it's like half an hour away, and I saw all those kids like 2 days ago, so it wasn't a huge deal, but the ride up there was just beautiful and we had the windows rolled down and were listening to "I'm Yours" and it was so picturesque. And this doesn't happen just terribly often, but I was able, in that moment, to consciously think, "There is nothing else I would rather be doing and there is no one else I would rather be doing it with." And I love being in the moment like that, where I KNOW that it's good and it doesn't become this thing that I look back on once it's cold and I'm sick and feeling unfriendly toward everyone and think, "THAT was a good time. How did I not realize that?" I love it when you realize it.
It was truly a fantastic weekend--one of the best in quite some time, I think. Today has been bittersweet. Today, both of my friends that were here (people that I love dearly) had to go home, plus it was Dan & Brenda's last day at Manchester. It was sad in a lot of ways. There were tears and sappy speeches and lots of waxing nostalgic, but it was also a really sweet time, because they've meant so much to all of us and we were just caught up in everything God has used them for. Plus, I've been in a lot of churches and I've seen a lot of pastors and other staff members come and go, and never in my life have I seen one leave on such good terms with everyone in the church. I don't think a church has ever been so filled with love on someone's last day. That's a sad fact for all the other people I've seen leave, but I'm glad I got to be a part of it. Sometimes God has to use things like that to restore my faith in people and in Christians.
It's an ending. I don't like it, but things can't go on forever. Everything eventually morphs and changes and comes to a close, even your relationships with people. I'm not saying that you eventually lose all your friends, by any means, but people's relationships just evolve over time and you're always afraid of the ways that they change because you were comfortable how things were, but that's life, you know? Things sometimes need to change. And even if what you had before was good and fun and comfortable, maybe your relationship evolves because that's the way things are supposed to be and you are supposed to learn from it and it's supposed to shape you into who you're meant to be. It's just a thought. People get torn up over change--I am the worst culprit I can think of (I mean, I'm STILL angry about New Facebook...but then again, it's actually just horrible). But things happen for a reason. Things will always be changing. Turn and face the strain. Or strange. Which is it? Any Bowie fans out there?
That said, I just want to say that I like my life. I like my life and the people in it and the way they make me laugh for hours over nothing. I have awful days sometimes and I wish things could be different, but I like being me and I like where I'm at and things are good. This life is good and God is good and in the final analysis, that's what's important. Now I'm going to take a nap. Emoting really wears me out.
MY LEG IS ITCHING LIKE A MOTHER.
I'm serious, I am about to rip my hair out it itches so bad. If this whole keeping my leg taped up 24/7 for 6 weeks isn't worth it, I will piss all over Palmetto Skin and Laser Center. Seriously. The good thing is, I get to take a break for a few days. I was kind of concerned about the reactions I've been having to the medication they gave me, so I called the doctor today and she said to take a break for no more than four days. Don't take the meds. I am more than happy to oblige. I'm starting my break tomorrow morning and I cannot wait.
In other health weirdness (I always have fun things to offer on that front), since moving into the Outlet this year, I've had a couple of episodes where I got really woozy and felt like I was going to pass out. I personally think both times were just random flukes, but after it happened to me last night (and was pretty severe--I was sitting on the bathroom floor pouring cold water on myself from the sink), I told my mom about it and she got pretty concerned and thinks we should get my blood sugar checked (which I'm four-square against--that involves needles) and that I need to be eating more protein, because most of what I eat is of the pasta/pizza/whatever-I-have-time-to-make variety. I think this a major overreaction, but to make myself feel like I was doing something good, I decided tonight to bake a little and made shake-n-bake chicken strips with mozzarella cheese on top and sweet potato fries. The fries need work. It was my first time doing it, so I wasn't too disappointed. The strips were good. I love to cook, I really do--even if it's something as easy as Shake-n-Bake. Why don't I do it more? Surely I can make time to do that much. It's fun and typically better for me than the things that take 3 minutes to make in the microwave. I'm going to have to reschedule my meal times and rethink my grocery lists.
This week has had (at least) one good thing come of it. I have, to some degree, rediscovered my love for writing. I think that having a new outlet for writing (playwriting) has really just given me more of a desire to do it, which is awesome, because writing is what I used to do with my time. I mean, you can ask Coach Hazzard, the wonderful Trini who taught me American History. I used to write pirate stories during his class and he never reprimanded me for it. He just said he'd like to read them sometime. Such an encouraging guy. I loved him. He called me Super Cool Grace and gave me A's on the essay parts of tests without reading them because he just assumed they would be good. One of my favorite teachers ever. Love. But I'm just thrilled with the fact that I'm enjoying writing again. I mean, I hate that I HAVE to have things done by a certain day, certain time, but there is nothing like putting a pen to paper and having something come out that is worth reading. A well-written sentence has the capability to make my day. And it's occasionally happening again these days, and that is just fantastic. It's a good development.
Bad news of the week is that I/Brittany & I are not going to have a radio show this semester. We got our application in 3 days late and even though there are still 4 available time slots, none of them are ones that work for me, so there certainly won't be any that work for both of us. This sucks quite a lot, but I'm just going to have to get past it and find another outlet. I'm playing guitar a lot more these days, and that's helping in the "I must make music happen" area. Also, I started playing cello at Manchester this week. I liked it a lot, aside from the fact that I had to be there at 8:15 in the morning. I mean, it's not like there are just terribly interesting cello parts to play--I'm pretty much just going by chords--but I really felt like I was contributing to people's worship experiences, and that, folks, is a good feeling. Plus, you get hugged a lot when you play with the praise band. I like that. People don't think I'm affectionate, but the truth is, I'm just not an initiator. I love hugs, I just don't like being the one to initiate the hug. Common misconception.
Also, I'm missing the Project crew a lot this week. I've been wishing I had a CD of Graham singing and playing, and every time someone has made a comment and I've retaliated with "YOU'RE whatever the person just said," I've missed Dwayne, because that was our constant banter, and we talked about PETA in one of my classes and it made me miss Becky because she's a member. It's tough becoming so close to people and then not being with them and not really talking to them. It's upsetting, but it's worth the experiences of this summer.
That said, I'm going to go finish watching Will & Grace, keep searching online to find some way to cut this jungle of hair growing on my head, and go to bed. Goodnight, all.
You know how everybody has been getting a little bit sick lately, but not like deathly ill? Well, me too. Except mine is going on 4 days now, whereas everyone else seems to be well in a day or 2. And I seem to feel way worse than anyone else has. I just feel totally wiped out and lethargic and fuzzy and lousy. Now, I get deathly ill 2 or 3 times a year--the whole can't-breathe, can't-talk, leaking-face, week-and-a-half-long misery that usually warrants a doctor's visit, prescription pills, and a whole lot of nasal spray. That's not what this is. I'm a tiny bit stuffy, but it's not unbearable. My throat's a tiny bit sore, but I can live with it. Mostly, I just feel like a steaming pile of crap. I can barely make myself get out of bed, I'm pretty sure I'm running fevers, and I have that fuzzy feeling like I'm in a dream. So I've been talking with my mother and we can only really figure one thing: when I went to the dermatologist for my whole leg issue (I sound like I'm 80, what with all my physical ailments), she prescribed these 2 medications. And one of them, she told me, may have the possible side effect of making me feel like I have the flu. It does that sometimes with young, otherwise fairly healthy people. So I think that, in trying to make myself better in one aspect, I have also given myself the fake flu. Imitation flu. Synthetic flu. It sucks because there really isn't anything I can do about it. I just have to wait it out. So who knows how long I'll feel like this? Suck. All I want to do is lie in bed, but I have so much work to do.
The Office starts on Thursday, and I am pretty freaking pumped about that. And Grey's Anatomy. They come on at the same time, but--thank goodness--I can watch Grey's online the next day.
So yeah. I have a lot of work and a lot of sick and the two don't mix well, so your prayers would be much appreciated.
I tried this week to think of my top 10 favorite movies. The top 5 came very easily, but it's hard to pick just another five. Therefore, I've cheated because it's my journal and I can do what I want, and I'm choosing to tie several of them for their respective places (as well as including all installments of a series together).
1. Pirates of the Caribbean (all of them)
2. Lord of the Rings (all of them, extended editions)
3. Across the Universe
4. Atonement/The Dark Knight
5. Love Actually/Stranger Than Fiction
6. The Graduate
7. The Godfather (Parts 1 & 2)
9. Sabrina (with Harrison Ford)
10. Moulin Rouge
This has no bearing on anyone's life, even mine, but sometimes I just need to make lists and organize my mind a little bit. That need manifests itself in useless posts like this. But it's kind of fun to think about. What, dear readers, are your top favorite movies? Not necessarily ten (or actually 18 in this case, but I bend the rules a little), but I think your favorite movies say a lot about you. I could just look at Facebook, but I try not to look at Facebook much these days, since it's the devil and it gave Kirk a virus. Plus, I have way more than just these 18 listed on my Facebook. What movies are essential to understanding you as a person? Film shapes us, I don't care what anyone says. Which have shaped you the most?
Kirk is sick. I've run about a cajillion SpyWare/anti-virus whatchamacallits on this thing and it's found stuff, but it's still screwing up. My Internet pages close randomly when I'm online. Mostly--go figure--Facebook. Yep. The devil. I should probably inform my father about this, but I'm not in the mood to hear the "that's what you get for using all of that MyFace and whatever else it is" speech. I've heard it too many times in my short little life and this time I really can't argue with him.
Playwriting is going swimmingly. I wrote my first one-act this week and it went over pretty well. One guy said it was beautiful and the professor said it was very insightful for a 20-year-old from Spartanburg, SC. Made me feel good. I like playwriting. I don't feel like it's really work. I mean, I do, because I don't have a choice in doing it, but I feel like it's just a job that I really enjoy. Which is pretty cool.
That is pretty much all. We're keeping Monet this weekend. She's a really cute kid and doesn't scream or cry much. I still don't really know what to do with her, but at least it's not that big an issue, because she seems content without my failed attempts at entertaining her.
Have a lovely rest of the weekend, folks.