Remember when I had so much free time I could write a journal every week? Good times. Gooood times
Still doing all the same stuff from last journal - subbing, tutoring, babysitting. Though I've had to skip several tutoring days to babysit. And I there's only one sub job this week (tomorrow). So this week has been a bit of a breather. I cleaned my room up, got some laundry done (finally), had an extremely long shower. The weather's been pretty nice, which is fantastic since Pokemon Go just updated I've caught about a quarter of the new additions so far.
It's also been super-nice to put my window up and let the fresh air in - I usually keep my door closed, so the air in here can get kinda stale. It's nice to let the sunshine in again.
Plus, the tulip trees are amazing this year.
Thanks to the extra income from tutoring, I'm starting to get a little hopeful about the possibility of getting out of this house. I'd love to finally have my own place - I'm twenty-six for crying out loud and practically living in a dorm room. Besides, ever since Trey left, Mimi has focused the bulk of her complaining and judging on me and she'll cry if I tell her to shut up.
I'm pulling in a bit thanks to babysitting as well, especially since I've had to stay overnight. Amanda works at Dave & Buster's, which is basically a non-stop party, and she gets the late shifts. Usually, her parents would help with the boys, but they're in Tuscon right now. I don't mind Russ - Russ can come live with me for all I care; he's old enough to do a lot on his own. But Jackson is nine months old and the constant supervision is draining. He's a good baby - smiles all the time - but he will fight sleep as long as humanly possible.
Look at that face
Still drawing a lot and writing very little. It's like I can only dedicate myself to one artistic pursuit at a time It's weird - I drew a lot in high school, more or less stopped in college (when I picked up my writing), and now, years later, without any practice beyond the occasional doodle, my drawing is better than it's ever been. I mean, I haven't dedicated any serious time to drawing in forever, but I can crank out a decent sketch from real life in ten minutes. I couldn't do that before. But it seems to have taken my motivation to write.
Except that color poem - I killed that one