I'm not in the mood...parents, take care of your kids.

I don't like hyper-active little kids. I especially don't like the ones that are always hanging around my sister when their mothers don't feel the need to take responsibility for them.

They thrust them upon her, hoping to take advantage of the fact that she is their babysitter, and she must want to be around them all the time. They are good friends with our parents, another plus for them. They want some alone time, they send them to Amber. They tell themselves that they don't have to pay her because she's not actually babysitting...no, not really...because they are technically there.

Well, not only does Amber not want to play 24-hour babysitter, I don't like listening to them yell and scream when I'm trying to watch So You Think You Can Dance?, and I don't want them in our room touching my stuff.

I don't trust them not to, and I don't trust my sister to keep them from doing so. Wanna know why? I went in my room to get something, and my crocheted blanket that my grandmother so lovingly made for me was on the floor, and it had cracker crumbs on it! Not to mention sunflower seeds were strewn about the floor and I know damned well that she won't vacuum them up. I'll have to do that.

I flat-out refuse to be taken advantage of. Which is why I'm glad they don't like me as much as they like her.

Thank God for small blessings.

Working Girl

Yup, it's true. I started working at Dave's Old Home Cafe here in town today.

First day of work at the cafe was tiring. Got there at 3, clocked out at 8:30. My back hurts, and the Ibuprofen isn't working fast enough. I feel like dropping down to the ground and not getting back up again. Although it might not feel good once I DO get back up.

Over all, though, it was a pretty easy day. During the week it isn't so busy, so I wasn't all that overwhelmed. I have a lot of stuff to remember, though. I probably have to go in this weekend and train some more. I think that I might actually like working there.

Flyleaf!...and then some.

May 25, there was a Flyleaf concert at Sokol Auditorium in Omaha, NE. I spent the weekend at Chelsey's, and as usual, it had been at least a month since I had seen her. So, I was happy that I got to spend some time with her. I also got to see some other friends, as well as Rob and Drew, and on Saturday Chelsey, Rob, Drew, Stephanie, Jackie, Jessica R., and I went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.

The Flyleaf concert, which also consisted of Resident Hero, Sick Puppies, and Kill Hannah was awesome...and deafening. But what concert isn't? Anyway Chelsey, Stephanie, Sarah, and I all went together. Chelsey and I didn't know who Resident Hero was, and Sick Puppies and Kill Hannah were only slightly entertaining. We were glad that Flyleaf was last, but we were anxious for the other bands to get done and over with. During the first three bands, Chelsey and I managed to work our way to the front and to keep our spot for a while. It was a struggle, believe me. Especially when Kill Hannah came out. The crowd went into crazy-psycho-killer mode. I probably got a work-out pushing people out of the way. The only reason Chelsey and I stayed together was because we held hands and wouldn't let go for anything. We regretted not waiting until Flyleaf to move to the front, though, because soon after they came out, we moved back a little bit because we were just too drained to fight anymore. When we moved back we met up with Steph again, but not with Sarah. Further back, the crowd wasn't as pushy, so we just rocked out for the remainder of the concert. When "There For You" came on, Chelsey started crying, because it's our song. We sang along at the top of our lungs for most of their songs. Afterward, we waited outside Sokol Auditorium for Sarah's mom, as we came down from our adrenaline rushes.

This is me, Chelsey, and Steph at Chelsey's house after the concert:


We be sexy bitches.

Anyway, the pirates movie was awesome, enough said about that.

In other news...

I desperately want a driving license. Unfortunately, in Iowa you have to take Driver's Ed in order to get one before you're 18. Lame, huh? Otherwise I'd get it some time this summer. I would have taken Driver's Ed sooner, but neither of my parents want to let me drive.

I'm a good driver, dammit! What's sad is that a friend of my parents' trusts me to drive his truck by myself. Just in town to the store, of course. I only have my permit and I wouldn't want to get caught. Anyway, whether I have to get someone else to let me practice driving with their vehicle, I'm taking Driver's Ed next school year.