It's a stormin'!
July 14, 2004, 7:10 p.m.

I wish I could say that I was juggling too many things at once. But hey, I haven't much to juggle except practicing, Spanish, chatting, and cooking dinner.

It's so easy, that I've managed to eliminate practicing for two weeks now, even though I have an audition coming up. Smart me.

Jimmie has asked me to update, 'cause I guess he misses me. Hah. Haha. Right. He was probably just bored and looking for something to read.

Poor Jimmie.

Well, as usual, I was stuck next door with my nephews. Marquis is a good example of The Perfect Child: he's kind, intelligent, courteous, and well-behaved. Whenever I go next door, he plays the video game in his room, but every once in a while he'll come out and ask if I want anything to eat. Yesterday, he made me waffles, and today he swept and mopped all of the floors without complaint. And he's only ten.

Robert, his brother, has been sent by Satan to annoy the hell out of everyone who comes in contact with him. He's loud and boisterous. Whenever one yells at him, he replies in his annoying screeching voice, "It wasn't me! It was Marquis!" Of course, Marquis would be sweeping the floor and doing nothing of the sort. He also spent the day throwing Fruit Loops at me and denying it, and screamed at the top of his lungs whenever I try to record my voice for Spanish.

Thank God I'm home.

Last night I had a terribly graphic dream, where I was Hermione and I was being forced to perform in a porno with the red-headed Ronald Weasley. I won't go into detail, 'cause it's just yucky.

Yucky.

Ta-ta.

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