i'm doing mary's homework. i'm still not sure why. romeo and juliet questions. fun fun.

angie won at the casino last night, so i got $140 for babysitting emily while she slept. life is good.

this is such a bad entry. i'm sorry. i have to change the password to my diaryland account so i can get into it on other computers than this one.

i'll write a real entry last this week.

updated to add: now i remember why i hated homework so much. this is no fun at all. even with the ice cream, and the bad 80s music, and the checking email when i should be writing crap about romeo and juliet it is still bad. fucking english teachers, and their fucking useless questions. two paragraphs on the sense of foreboding in act one? i could sum it up in two sentences, why must i add a bunch of bullshit? romeo had a dream. his head is screaming that the party will be the start of something ill fated. that is the foreboding. happy? blah.

~amy~