Lame

Why am I so amused at writing this at a cafe? I'm sitting here with my laptop, my coffee, and a smirk on my face.
Score one for me! I fought my anxiety and asked about the internet password! It helps that the guy behind the counter is cute and he asked about my ducttape wallet XD

Now I'm using this as a chance to check up on all the facebook/google+ stuff.

*sigh* this is like a bunch of twitter posts clumped into one post

finally bored with Sims Social on facebook. Still in the coffee shop.
Also wondering how much of this people are seeing. The kitchen is right behind me...more or less.

Alright, so I'm once again looking at the nanny/babysitting job. Ugh, headache. Sadly, it has to be done. I won't be able to get away with doing nothing and living at home for much longer. I think the only reason I haven't been kicked out yet is because my brother is doing much worse.

yeah, I wouldn't bother reading this crap either.

EDIT: Also, are so many people taking Adderall that there is now a national outage? How the carp does that happen?

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As I suspected when I first created this blog, I haven't done anything with it. At least I can't be disappointed in my self more than usual.
What's new with me? Well, I got a nanny request, which is great except for the fact that this person wants me to watch her 7 year old. I'm pretty sure I wrote down that most of my experience is with kids under the age of 4. One of the things she wanted was for me to be able to set up play dates. How the fuck do you do that? And would I be watching both kids or would the other parent do that or do we work together or what? So many questions.
In the end, I seriously doubt I'm qualified. Either way, I should email her. Explain that I'm probably not the right person for the job. Maybe she's desperate. In that case, for the sake of both us and the child, I suggest a trial period.
It also looks like I might be starting school in the spring, if financial aid ever starts to make sense. That means I'd have to figure out scheduling. So do I sacrifice a potental job that I may not have in the end? Or do I risk loosing my chance at making myself better capable of the kind of job I really want?
Well, I should probably stick with the school idea. It's been a few days since I received an email from the lady, but I think I should reply anyway. Make up some excuse about computers or family issues (lord knows my family has a lot of issues)

Where am I going with this? I blame the 10mg of adderall I've taken today, the cup of coffee I had while working, and the Mountain Dew LiveWire I'm drinking.

I need a new bike. It's too short, the gears are all screwed up, and now the rear break squeals like I'm torturing a pterodactyl. I can use the front breaks, but I would rather not risk flipping over myself.

Holy shit my brother is too fucking nosy. When will he get that I don't feel like telling him what game I'm playing or what I'm writing? And he asks every time he comes in here. Dude, it's none of your fucking business!

Ugh. He just pisses me off a lot. 30 years old, still living with our parents, not even trying to get anywhere in life. Last time we suggested school, he made the excuse that he wasn't any good at it. When I told him you can't get better if you don't work on it, he whined and said "but I don't want to!" sounding just like a child. I get that it's not his fault, a combination of mild retardation/autisum, and poor parenting, but it's also not my fault for not knowing how to deal with it.

I need to work on the crochet stuff I plan on making people for x-mas. Too bad I'll be too distracted watching Daria.