The Day That Only Partially Sucked

Today was aight. Well, aside from the fact I got practically no sleep because CJ woke up every couple of hours and I had to get up early. And CJ and Cheyenne were still here when I got home and they make a lot of noise. And my dad tried to guilt me into seeing my grandparents. And all this crappy homework. But other than that, today was aight. Clare, Al, (OH! OXFORD COMMA ALL THE WAY!) and I went into Rutherford today and I actually got quite a bit done. Granted the super-creepy guy on drugs on the LRT was kind of scary, but he decided to talk to other people about his problems, so I was only half-way creeped out. Woot. I would just like to point out that 5th floor is creepy, and the government documents section is creepier. Then when I got home I wanted to start acutally writing the paper, but Cheyenne was on the computer, so I was forced to write on PAPER! *gasp*! I was also relegated to baby-sitting CJ because mum was tired and all CJ was doing was screaming. Well, I sure fixed that in a hurry. She and I now have an understanding that just because she is in her playpen, doesn't mean she can scream and cry. It all turned out very well. She sat down and played nicely, I got on with my paper. Then mum comes in and as soon as CJ sees her she starts screaming again. *sigh*. As soon as mum left the room though, she quieted back down again. Do I have a way with children or what? lol. I just think she doesn't like me. And then after refusing to go to my grandparent's on account of I have too much homework, I did somehomework, talked to Rabe, made supper, and here I am! Wow. Thrilling day.

So Evan called me last night. It was kind of awkward. He keeps wanting to see me, but I keep telling him I can't because I have homework (which, pathetically enough, is true), so he tells me just not to do it, which we all know I can't. It's kind of sad that he doesn't understand that I need to do my homework and at least try to get good grades (even though we all know that doesn't happen all that often). We used to be so close that he understood everything. Or maybe I was just fooling myself into believing that. I never really realized how many girl friends he has, and it's kind of disconcerting. I guess I'm a little jealous too, but I can deal with that. It's just, I used to think I was special, you know? And really, I'm not. I'm just one of like, 30 who think they're special. I don't know how to explain what I mean. I mean, this is what I mean, but not exactly it. Ya know? I dunno. I'm probably just making too much out of this...and drunk. lol.