back from babysitting. i don't know what to think. see, there's this little 1-year old boy who can't read. so i say, "pick out a book!" and he crawls over to the stack, and chooses the masterpiece, once upon a potty. it was just wrong. it's just so unbelievably wrong. there's even a diagram of a nude kid where there's arrows pointing everywhere and then in one area it says "this is the wee-wee where you go pee-pee" and then they have a picture of the damn kid bending over so you have the worst view possible. and it gets worse. there's more drawings of the kid, who's name is josh, by the way, going to the bathroom with pictures of EVERYTHING. it's fucking graphic. and by graphic, i mean colorful. and little josh is smiling the whole entire time. we read up to page 3 and i am all, good lord, i cannot go on! why the hell would a little kid want to read this?!
anyway, last night didn't go well at all. but yeah.
this is random but...i was reading the washington post magazine today, and there was a huge article about the 19-year old from oakton who murdered his parents a few months ago. the reason why he's not in our yearbook is because he got pulled out of OHS because people were tormenting him because he was a slow learner and because of the way he looked. he considered 3 people to be his friends, one of whom is in our grade at school. but they started avoiding him, not out of malice or anything like that. he walked around fair oaks mall in his matrix gear by himself. he bought the guns from the galyans here. his life was so much more awful if you want to read about it, it's like a sad movie. he says he knows that something is wrong with him. he had tried to get into the marines to straighten himself up, but they rejected him because he didn't have the eyesight. girls rejected him. his biological parents were schizos, and he and his sister had lived in abusive foster homes before they were adopted by the people he would kill. he got sentenced to 40 years...40 years from now i'll be 56 to put it in perspective. i don't know why i'm writing about this, it's morbid and depressing, but i guess it's just so weird to think we might have passed him by in the hall when we were freshmen, not knowing what he was going through.