Babysitting

Lola here. Sorry I haven't written in so long. But I haven't been at home alone ina while so it kinda made writing tricky. But here I am at my babysitting client's house typing away. You might be wondering why I'm not actually taking care of the kid but that's because I don't have to. I mean, he just woke up and he just turned two. All I have to do is plop him down and occasionally look back to see where he has. Easy! I've still got about an hour of babysitting left so I'm free to write all I want.
Okay, so I haven't told you about DV yet. He and I kind of have a long story. Here goes: My brother and DV's little brother JV, were best friends in pre-school (if it's even possible to have best friends in pre-school) so obviously DV and I met. Plus my Mom and his Mom got to be quite close so you can imagine that our families hung out quite a bit. So I actually saw DV quite a lot. He's the same age as me so while our brothers were in pre-school we were both in Grade 1. I'm not sure if he liked me then but I did. I had a massive Grade 1 crush on him. Yup, that's for sure. Anyway, JV and Bro ended up going to different kindergartens, and then in elemantry school my brother was homeschooled and JV was put into public school. So I forgot all about DV. Now this is the fun part. Bro and JV both played soccer. JV played in Lions Gate and Bro played in Lynn Valley, so they never played each other. But then JV switched to Lynn Valley and they started playing each other! So I'd see DV at the games and also JV and Bro became best buds again! Good or bad? I'd ask myself. Cuz all of a sudden there's DV my long time 1st Grader crush and he's not even that appealing anymore; but then I learned something. DV has a massive crush on ME and he thinks I'M hot!! And that is just weird. So anyway he loses all this weight, cuts his hair and all of a sudden he's appealing again. So now we're both crushing on each other but we don't say anything and we don't see each other nearly enough for anything to happen and then BAM! Bro and JV have a fight. They stop being friends and I stop seeing DV. So I keep on having a teeny crush on him while going through other big crushes. Oh and by the way, I'm boy crazy. Just to let you know. Well sort of. Kind of. Anyway, so Bro is getting all sad cuz he lost his best friend and I'm still homeschooled and DV goes to high school with the girls from my soccer team so through them I hear about his crushes and his girlfriends and I wonder secretly inside my head if he still likes me. And then Bro sends JV an apology email and there back together (no not in that way) and I'm wondering if DV and I will start seeing each other again. I just saw him two nights ago and I waved at him and he waved back but, he didn't even cracka smile. Odd. So I have no idea what to think. So that's where I'm at now. And meanwhile while this is all happening I still have a thing for TK. Yippee! NOT.

So anyway, I guess you're wondering about my opinions on other things besides boys. Well my favourite colour is Orange, my clothing style is Sporty/Rebel, I'm writing a book, I'm not goth, I'm not girly, a handful of boys have crushes on me and I enjoy my life. I don't love it I don't hate it but I enjoy it.

I also have friends. RD is my best friend. The only problem is I can't trust her with my life. I just can't tell her everything. I know she went tell her friends or boys or anything but I think she thinks it's funny when she tells my Mom or her Mom my secrets. But it's not funny, that's the thing. SO NOT FUNNY. But she has a great sense of humour, she's actually quite pretty in a normal sort of way, she has horrrible music/fashion tastes but whatever. She is very by the book and sensible which quite frankly, keeps me out of trouble so that's a good thing. And I can tell that she really likes me so there you have it, best friend. I've got another problem though, I have another friend: JS. She has been my friend for about nine years now. Best friend sometimes, temporary fighting sometimes, good friend other times and currently, pain in the ass. Okay I've gotta go. Baby's crying. Poor guy. Write more later.

Sincerely,
Lola Copacabana