this writing thing sure isn't getting any easier. but i want to do it, so i'm going to give it a shot. forgive the scatteredness?
the first thing that comes to mind is new year's eve. it's probably my least favorite day of the year. i mean, i "went out" to a movie with a guy when i was 16, but other than that, i haven't ever gone anywhere or seen anyone. for quite a few years, i've either been crying because i'm yet again by myself or sleeping when the big time comes. today, i'll babysit from 6:30-9 (seven children; two with autism and one i highly suspect has asperger's) so wish me luck. it's been an uncomfortable, antsy week, so it should be interesting.
christmas was mostly really good... my dad gave me a sewing machine to make my doll clothes, my mom got me some cute odds and ends even though she already got me my laptop, and my sister got me my coveted, no-longer-available felicity american girl doll. she's beautiful and she goes even from room to room with me. so far she has a christmas dress and bonnet, a blue button-down shirt and brown polka dot skirt, a blue flannel nightgown and mob cap, and i'm just starting to work on a patchwork quilt for her. i can't say i'm anything wonderful on the machine yet, but i'm getting better and enjoying it.
i'm quite frustrated at myself for not being able to write any sort of cohesive blog post anymore. all i can do is kind of update and go over what's been happening. what happened to real posts? is it that nothing happens anymore, or is it that i just can't write about it?