choices.

Gah. We went and had a look at this house at "Ocean View Estate". It's near Catalina, and the name lies. The house we looked at didn't have ocean views. False advertising I tell you. It's stoopid.

Babysitting last night was good fun. A set of twins, 6 boys and everyone aged from 0 to 15 or 16. It was good fun. Before any of the kids arrived we got a run down of what to do from the bride. The Best Man then told us that if we had any trouble just to knock the kids out with some Vodka and if we felt it necessary, hit them all we wanted. Thankfully, we didn't need to. This time round it was more fun because we had our hands full what with looking after a twin, calming babies down as their parents left them in our "capable" hands and bribing boys with dessert to be quiet and calm. It worked. We made 5 year old boys quiet and twins girls fly and giggle the evilest little giggle in the world. The money we earned felt more worth it than the last time.

Instead of finishing at midnight, like I thought we would, we finished at 10. The Groom checked with Kayla and I how old we were. After telling him that we're only 16, he withdrew his offer of inviting us down for a drink and offered Karaoke instead. We gracefully declined after letting him know that I don't sing. Ha. So we helped clean up abit and headed to Brendan's place. Sat and watched Midsummer Murder and had a cup of tea while I was reading a Gourmet Traveller magazine on Greek Cuisine, correcting everything they got wrong. I made Kayla pissy. And then we went to bed.

We woke up about 9.30 and went for a walk to the Muffin Shop, came back, went through photos, listened to the Triple J Top 100 or whatever it is and headed down to the beach. Last time I'd been at Brou we were having photos taken and mucking around. This time I got knee deep into the sand and hunted for shells and pippis. So we wandered back to the car with a pocketful of shells and went home. Mum came, we went into town. Went over to Surfside to drop a sisters friend off. On our way home we went and had a geeze at the house in "Ocean View Estate" that was 'fore mentioned. It's nice and now I don't really care if we go to Rosedale or "Ocean View" that place. But I'd much rather Rosedale to be honest.

I also found out today that I am rather easy to read. And that sucks. Alot. Oh well, worse shit in the world's happened. Brendan (Kayla's Dad) thought this was hilarious.

Anywho, now I have to try and get through what's left of my continually growing mountain of homework.
Love,
Me. x.