Yo mama's so old, she should act her age and ****ing die

I stayed up till four AM last night, but I got my summary done, and woke up in time to catch the bus, and managed to learn something in algebra despite having The Single Worst Teacher Ever and working on less than five hours' sleep, and we got out of English class early.

Life is going well so far today.

Writing and the end of babysitting

Yeah, no more weekly babysitting job. Long and short of it, Dorothy was screwing the government, and while I wholeheartedly approve of government-screwing, I am not cool with the fact that I've been participating in this for over two years and she never thought to tell me what was going on. Eh, it's not like she was paying me anyway, and it looks like this childcare job at church may become a permanent thing (and Judith does pay me consistently). Cross your fingers for that.

Okay, now here's something I wrote the other night, one of those brain-dump pieces. 216 words.

( The Day After )

I read "See Spot Die" at the open mic thing the other day, and a lady came up to me afterward and said I should read it for the talent show in December. I'm thinking I might.

Oh, and I told a guy on the bus today that he looked like Christopher Walken, only younger and more badass. He replied, "Funny you should say that- someone said yesterday that I look like Christopher Walken. Usually I get Kevin Bacon." That totally made my day, for reasons I cannot fully explain.