Sailor Moon

Blogging on the job. I'm an awful babysitter. Note to readers; if you're ever in the "Pennsylvania" region and looking for a potential babysitter, don't look at me. It seems like all the kids I know are frequent travelers of the ADD Bus. A conversation I had with the little girl I take care of while food shopping;

"Why do you need to go shopping?"
Because we need food.
"What kind of food? My mommy and I go food shopping sometimes. She buys me candy."
That's good... We need milk, and eggs.
"Oooh eggs. One time my mommy and I baked a cake, and I cracked the eggs"
"Can we bake a cake?"
I don't know. That seems pretty messy. Maybe.
"Okay. Did you know that chickens lay eggs. Last year we went and we saw them"
Yes, I did know that.
"Why don't people lay eggs?"
Because that'd be weird. I don't know...

You get the point. SO MANY QUESTIONS. CALM DOWN. READ A BOOK. GO TO BED.
Okay, but enough about children... I'm excited for this week. Thursday night, DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 2 ANYONE? Obviously I'm dressing up for this occasion. Collared shirt, blue tie and all. Ravenclaw representation. As if you doubted me, but I'll save all the in depth details for another blog post. As much as I'd love to sit here in my pajamas and mindlessly scroll through depths of the internet, my SAT book awaits me. 900 pages of pure grammar, and mathematical fun! I figure if I just silently chant NYU, NYU, NYU throughout this miserable process it'll provide me with at least some motivation.