This is probably the most boring day ever. I woke up at 8 because I
wanted to do my homework early and get it over with. I went back to
sleep after 5 minutes until 9. Then I slept until. Next came nothing
and blah blah blah. The highlight of the day was when I sat down and
watched all 3 of the Back to the Future movies for the
who-know-how-many-ith time. I really don’t want to go back to school
tomorrow. Maybe I’ll go to bed early today. But then again, maybe I won’t.

Today I babysat Elijah. He turned 1 yesterday. They are moving and
today was their open house so they needed someone to look after him
when they showed the house. We played in the backyard. He got the both
of us soaked because his mom filled a bucket of water for him to play
with. He started getting cranky so we went for a walk. I pushed him in
his stroller around the block until he fell asleep. That kid is so
adorable, I’m going to miss him.

Day is done, Gone the sun, from the lake, from the hills, from the
sky: All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

It’s happened. Big Bunny died today. I’m so sad. I’m crying as I type
this now. He couldn’t stand up this morning. He couldn’t do anything.
I cried and pet him for a long time. They doctors put him to sleep.
They said they could’ve given him something but he wouldn’t last much
longer anyways. We didn’t want him to be in pain. It was the right
thing to do, he’s happier now. I’m just not. We buried him in the
backyard with Digger and Zipper. We put the box of DIgger’s ashes in
with him. He really loved her. When she was dying he helped her by
getting her food and washing her. We made a cement heart that says
“Big Bunny, Digger, Zipper we love you”. We are going to put it over
their grave. I don’t know how I’m going to go on without him. Big
Bunny was my life. I fed him in the morning and talked to him when I
got home. I pet him. Every time I passed by his room I said hi and
petted him. It’s an instict to poke your head in the office when you
go up the stairs. Or when you pass by the bathroom to look in his box
that he slept in. Everything in the house reminds me of him. Big Bunny
was the best bunny we’ve ever had, the best bunny ever. He loved us so
much and we loved him. He was so wonderful. This entry is for you Mr.
B, I love you.

Ah, the design site is DONE! I really like how it turned out. Take a look here or use the link to the left. I only have one template up so far. I’m working on others but I haven’t been able to get on the OS X Mac for 5 days and I can’t do my images. I found we had Photoshop for OS 9, but it was OS 9.1, not 9.0. Grr.

It was Springfest today. Personally, I think it sucked. We sat in homeroom for a few hours while we watched a comedian on TV while the upperclassmen watched it live in the auditorium. Why does the freshman class have to be so big? Then we crammed all the freshmen into the small, smelly lower gym for the canidate speeches. I didn’t vote because personally I don’t care. It’s not like they do anything that has to do with me anyways. After that we left to go outside for the Springfest part. It was wet and very muddy. There were a bunch of tables set up with clubs selling things. Things like cotton candy, sno cones, and Blow Pops. I didn’t want to waste my money on that crap, I just wanted a t-shirt. By the time the line had shorted to about 10 people I got in it. By the time I got up there all they had was 3XL. I’m fat, just not that fat. So I didn’t get a t-shirt. I did get a yearbook though. It’s freaking huge! I signed a few yearbooks and a few people signed mine. Katie and I wandered around for awhile because we were extremely bored. We watched a few minutes of The Godfather at the lame-ass “film festival” they had. Then we laid outside on the pavement and looked a clouds. Then we laid inside on the cafeteria table and drank Powerade. Then we watched people play Dance Dance Revolution. That game is awful. And they look like idiots. Ha ha ha.

Tomorrow is Springfest. I’m still not exactly sure what it is. All I know is that I go to school, just not to classes. I report for homeroom every once and awhile. There’s going to be food and other things to buy. I want to buy a t-shirt since I haven’t bought any this year. I also want a yearbook. That’s $55! My dad said he’d write me a check. Yearbook isn’t that important to most people but I just want to look back on past years and go “Look at how much of a dork I was in 7th grade!” and stuff like that. I know it sounds stupid but the little things really get me. When I left camp this summer and almost cried. I’m very emotional. I said goodbye to the camp like they do in the movies, “Goodbye Shadowdell, goodbye Lake Silverdew, goodbye West Wind.” etc. This also got me to thinking how paranoid I am. I often catch myself wondering “Maybe everyone in the world are robots and I am the only human and all the robots can read my thoughts and there really is no Santa Claus.” or “Maybe I am living in a big dome and the rest of the world is watching my every move like in that weird movie with Jim Carrey.”. Yep, definitely paranoid.

My game was cancelled, again. We went to the party for my uncles Bill and Tom. They were born in different years but only one day apart. We had cake and Steve tried to kill me with a stuffed pig. Then he stuffed a sock in my mouth. Then we had cake. Socks and cake just do not mix. I forgot I had to walk the neighbors dogs today so I ran over 2 hours late but her son said it was okay, he’d do it later. Now I’m waiting for my mom and Liz to bring the food home. We’re having Thai. Yummy.

My bandwidth has been used up on one of my accounts. If you are here from a link on your template all I can tell is “Sorry, Bucko”, you should’ve uploaded the images when you had the chance. I can feel the angry emails coming in already. Grr-ate.

You know what happens when you only have one pair of pants? You can’t wash them. What are you supposed to wear while they are being washed. I think this is the 3rd day in a row I have worn these pants. My mom says she’ll take me after dinner which means, “No, we can’t go today.” She doesn’t get home ’til 9 or later because of Margaret. This job of her’s is really getting on my nerves. I’m assuming we need the money but couldn’t she get a less demanding job?

Something creppy happened. A website about learning to write Java showed up on my bookmarks list. I don’t want to learn Java you stupid machine! Maybe it’s a sign. Or maybe I write Java in my sleep. But 10 bucks says I just went mouse-click crazy.

My mom says I have to go garden some more. For a 1/2 hour. Plus the time I’ll have to do extra for not working hard enough.

[update] Ha ha ha! It rained! 20 minutes in and it rained! I love the awful weather here! Oh, but now I have no excuse for not doing my homework. Grr.