please save me from babysitting them!

im watching one of those old school star wars movies. its pretty intense (even if the creatures are incredibly fake looking, and i have no idea what's going on). boggie, austin (his hottie friend), and grandpa are coming back from florida tonight. mammy's getting ready to pick them up right now. mally and ella are making fun of me right now. lately its been REALLY bad, and whenever i get really upset my heart BPM goes up. i notice that, and then thats when i retaliate and get pissed at them. i think i forgot how to ignore them. or its like how the anti-biotics dont work anymore. If you dont use the antibiotics properly or long enough the bacteria wont all completely die and the strongest out of the bunch live and then reproduce. once the bacteria reproduce they're stronger and they resist completely against the antibiotics. mally and ella are like the bacteria who resist and learn from me ignoring them, so they now know what will make me irritated. follow? im really bad at explaining whats in my head, but thats basically how i think of it. i think of mally and ella as tiny little bacteria in my throat giving me strep.
anyways.
i hate how the teachers try and cram everything for the week right before wasl and then give us nothing during the testing. i would much rather have everything layed out evenly and have a tad bit of homework during the wasl days. elizabeth and i were just talking about that before gym today. i really want to go over to her house and watch sweeney todd, i'll have to go over the weekend. i wish i was like my cat. she ALWAYS smells good. its like her fur is naturally deodorised. that reminds me, today i left my gym clothes and shoes at home, so gym ended up being even more awkward than usual, and then we played team hand ball. (gosh i hate that game). i was goalie one game and there's this guy named dylan, and omigod he's like on freaking steroids, and he could be a professional hand ball player. so he's throwing the ball at 20 hundred miles per hour and im cringing every time the ball hits the goal. i bet it was pathetic to watch but oh well. afterwards edgar was like, "haha you could be a model for whenever the ball is about to hit you!" and then he starts grabbing his head like he's a model and is screaming like a girl, imitating me. i laughed, because it was pretty funny. i didn't realize what i was doing when i was hiding my face from the ball. i dont feel too bad about sucking at that game, because most of the girls do. i do better at dodgeball, and thats actually fun. i like to get in front really close to the middle line and just stand there without a ball in my hands and see how long it will take for someone to actually throw a ball at me. i have so much homework to do because i didn't finish all of mine last night (i went out shopping instead), but i got a dress!