After school I didn't get a rest, and I had to go watch Gus for three hours. The little baby was rolling around on the floor, so I took out some school work, and his mom comes in and tells me that I should "pay scant attention to the books, and more attention to Gus." I was about to let a string of words for her fly right then and there. I mean, seriously lady, the baby is four and a half months old. Get that through your freaking thick skull. He doesn't need to be entertained every moment of the day. But if that's what you want, fine. Just don't blame when when your child grows up to be a spoiled fussy bastard. She's so odd sometimes, that it makes me mad.
After that escapade, I had to go to church, because it was Ash Wednesday. Derrek asked me in Spanish today why I didn't have any ashes, because I had them last year during school. I wonder how he remembered all the way back to then. I sure don't remember. Well, I have the biggest black mark on my head, and my sister has pointed this out to me about five times already tonight. I am about ready to smack her. I like the ashes for some reason; I don't want to take them off right yet. I know that if I go with them to school tomorrow, though, everyone will think that I'm weird. Well, maybe I'll take them off. It's all realitive. I am too tired and want to go to bed.