All I've had to eat all day would be coffee. But that's not really a food, I guess?
it's four AM thanks to the time change, and I can't sleep.
I feel like I'm tired, but if I close my eyes I feel wide awake.
and I want another cup of coffee but I like the instant stuff and all my chocolate flavored is gone.
only my hazle nut is left. boo.
I'm contemplating an all nighter, then just taking a nap after my "co worker"/"Aunt" comes to take the children, and take her shift.
it amuses me how I get less money than her but I have the children more.
but oh well, not much I can do about it. I'd feel bad asking for more.
she has a family to feed and all I'm doing is saving up for a laptop.
well, a new one.
my current one is uber ghetto...I have a keyboard attached, as my siblings decided to rip the keys off.
not just the keys, by the way, the censors and everything.
But I guess I can't yell at Carlos about it, with his big brown eyes...Gabi, however, I can.
she's just an annoying little four year old.
Almost five, mind you.
She'll be five in late March. I guess I should buy her a prezzie. but I won't.

what am I doing writing two blog entries in a day?

No clue.
I just really need to rant about my mother...
I love ranting, even if no one actually reads this.
but if you do comment me and tell me how I'm right, even if I'm not, capiche?
 

So, my mother goes out and has six kids, divorces her husband, gets knocked up by some dude, and yeah, I understand that she's a single mom of seven kids, who works an eleven hour shift five days a week, but she needs to stop yelling at me about all her fucking problems. I'm her daughter, it's not my responsibility to clean up after her kids! I don't make the mess, and I don't mind helping her pick up, but when she yells at me about it I can't stand it. Oh, and when she pretty much makes me clean the whole house on my own. literally. I had to clean the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, and the KIDS ROOM. yes her fucking children's room. They are not my children, I did not squeeze them through the birth canal, and yet I am stuck babysitting them half of my life, and cleaning up after them the other half. Do I ever get to be a real teenager? NO. Because today I asked if I could go hang out with my cousin, and her answer was NO because she needed to go shopping.

...honestly. I don't have a comment on that. Other than:
HAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAH

nuff said?

I think so.

anyway, I'm kind of new at this whole blogging thing, if you couldn't tell. so I guess I should say a bit about me?

I'm Elizabeth.
I'm going to be sixteen soon.
I act older or way younger most of the time.
Usually younger...
I don't go to school...
I have a job. Yes. a job. I do childcare for six small children.
I barely make any money, though.
I really am a pretty chill person.
I have trouble with taking things seriously sometimes.
and I love photography.
I'm a coffee addict...it's all I eat or drink.