So yesterday I was babysitting. It was exhausting and the baby boy I'm babysitting has to be outside nonstop or else he'll cry. Or take off his pants AND diaper and run around. He's crazy like that. But yeah, I was playing outside with him and his sister and got stung by a bee. So I had no idea what to do (second time I got stung, the last time being when I was like, three. And I stomped on a bumblebee) and just kind of...left it. After rinsing it off with some water. But now you can totally SEE I have a bee sting because there's this big...red...splotch that is ITCHY on my arm. So yeah, it was kind of an "I hate the world" moment for me, especially since the bee DID NOT LEAVE ME ALONE (I don't even know what KIND of bee it is, it was skinny and black, but it STUNG ME) and it pretty much crawled all over. It especially liked my head. It stayed in my hair for a while. The little girl I babysit (I secretly have deemed her Demon Child, but that isn't very accurate. It's more like Demon-Angel Hybrid child) freaked out and was all, "OKAY! DON'T MOVE! I'LL GET SOME WATER!" Ha ha ha, she planned on drowning the bee-thing. But while she was getting it, the bee disappeared. I heard like, two clicking things while I was waiting for her, so I have no idea what happened. What with me not moving and all. And the baby boy (I deem him Wild Child or Wild Boy, maybe his new nickname should be Tarzan) was RIGHT THERE, so I couldn't risk HIM getting stung and FREAKING OUT and me being unable to calm him down. Unfortunately, I was not successful in keeping him out of danger. He was going up the stairs and KLONK! fell down on his head. It was kind of a slow motion thing where you're just all, "Oh. Shit." He waited a second and then "WAAAAHHHH!!!!" I don't think that kid likes me very much anymore, ha ha ha...

But today was fun! No babysitting for me! Instead, I did something funner! I got to play with my sister's puppy Rachmaninoff! I thought that one of the people who wanted to pet him was about to bolt off with him! Mainly, that was because she had picked him up. But she didn't dognap him or anything, she had her own. Even if it was a mini puffball with legs. Ha ha ha, it was like, this itty bitty black Pomeranian. Ha ha ha. That thing was so cute, especially when it jumped. But Rach was good today! He played with the kids at the beach, even if he did snap a few times. He has baby teeth still (being 12 weeks and all), so it doesn't really hurt, but this little boy freaked out and called him vicious. Even though he wouldn't leave Rach alone. I saw dogs of all sizes today at the Ocean Front, my favorite being a tie between this big black schnauzer-looking dog and the Pomeranian. Rachmaninoff liked to hide under my legs when I sat down on the beach, ha ha ha. He was also terrified of the water. There were a few attempts to get him to go in, but no such luck. He only got his feet and legs wet. Oh yeah, and he pooped twice today. Once at the beach and once a few hours before. Ha ha ha, Connor ended up running after me and Rach (I chased after Rach and left the poop site) to bury the poop. When we were at the beach, I was just awaiting some little kid to kick up the sand and dig up the poo, but Connor said he buried it pretty well. Ha ha ha, oh yeah, and we saw horses on the beach as well as what Connor called the "yabba-dabba bikes." They're like, four bikes put together with a roof over the rider's head like one of the Flintstone's cars. Ha ha ha, we've decided that the Ocean Front is now the Las Vegas of Virginia. Oh yeah, and Takami bought us all ice cream! Well, it's more like we all went to Dairy Queen and she and Connor shared one and I got a Moolatte (or however you spell it). It was pretty awesome, especially since I love coffee. Today was busy and I've been pretty much procrastinating.

Oh yeah, the whole procrastination thing. My English teacher decided it would be fun to give us homework over Spring Break. Yeah. And I've pretty much been putting it off.