Today I spent over three hours on a bus with little kids screaming their heads off. I only found solitude while listening to my ipod, which after the first hour and a half ran out of charge. After about five minutes of actually having to hear the wails coming from those little monsters, I was ready to pull the emergency exit lever and hurl myself out the window. In the end though I just tried my hardest to fixate on an old paperback which I decided last minute to throw into my bag before being hauled off to school. If I have to listen to those screeches again tomorrow I don't even think Pink Floyd will be able to keep me from bashing those kids heads against the window. Please don't take this ranting the wrong way. I love kids. In fact I want to be a teacher when I get older (as hard as that may be to believe). I usually have a lot more tolerance, but it's that time of month and the last of the Midol has run out.
Going over to dads tonight. Mom is leaving for New York to visit Grandpa. We're not sure how much longer he's going to stick around. I don't really know how that makes me feel. He never has been the most affectionate person in the world, which probably wouldn't even change on his death bed, but I know he loves me.
One more thing, what business do the movie producers have making a fourth Pirates of the Caribbean without Orlando Bloom!?!?!?!?!
More later.
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