I had to babysit today, and it was pure hell. It was so incredibly hot, and this lady almost never turns on the airconditioner. When I got there it was on, but it was still uncomfortably hot in the house, and very muggy. It was just my luck that today she decided that she wanted me to stay an extra half an hour, which was not my idea of a cup of tea. The baby was very cranky today, and he gave me a terrible time when I tried to feed him his dinner. Every second I would stop playing with him to sit on the couch for a minute to read my magazine, he would crawl over, stand up, and try to rip the pages of my magazine. Then he would start crying. That damn baby is extremely spoiled, and I can't take it. If people keep giving in to him, then he will become a spoiled brat. I for one, don't intend on giving in to him.
Tomorrow morning I have to get up early so that I can go to Suffolk University. I'm taking a tour there with Kerri, just to see what it's like. I already know that I'm not going there, because it's not residential, and very small. It's not even a super great school, or one that I would be really challenged at. Still, my Guillermo is going there. It's always good to get some info, and it's even better that I can check out where Guillermo is going and where his classes will be and everything. Then I can tell him that I saw his college! I will miss having my Guillermo at school to protect me and be my friend, and occasionally drive me home from school. It's like having my very own twin leave me. Oh well, I shall wish him good luck in college, and I will have to take care of myself at school now, because I am old enough and I don't have him there for me anymore.
I have to go find something to wear for tomorrow. I have to get up all early and such, and take a shower. Ugh, this is going to be much too hard to do. I don't even know where my denim skirt that I want to wear is. My mom just got mad at me because she came into my room, and I kicked her out. So annoying of her to do that, though, especially when I'm writing. Can't she see I'm writing?!