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Jun. 9th, 2007 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha~shakes fist~ Well. I *should* have all the spyware off my computer. Should being the operative word. I turned up a virus too, and I'm pissy b/c my anti-virus software hates me and never wants to update. I should update my spyware stuff when I get home. And I plan on finally getting rid of Internet Explorer now that I know how. Just have to wait to get home and I can get my windows CD's.
Yes, I'm still babysitting. I've been here 5 and a half hours now. -_- For the last hour I've been burrying my nose in Golden Compass while Dylan whines that he 'didn't say anything'. Because I turned off Shredderman Rules and told him to go to bed b/c he had said something to Rhiannon. Hell, he might have been telling the truth, but honestly you can't freaking TELL with kids. -_-
Earlier tonight Rhiannon came upstairs (they'd been watching TV downstairs for a while, god knows why, but it was cold and I could hear them so hell if I was going to sit there with them. >_< COLD!) with an upset look on her face. Apparently Dylan had told her that clowns were going to come eat her or shoot her or something. So we turned on the TV up here and I got her some new milk and Dylan, realizing hey why'm I in the basement again? Came up to watch Shredderman Rules up here.
Rhiannon keeps WHINING about the clowns, and claims Dylan whispered at her. I know she overreacts a lot, and she *does* have a tendency to lie. (Someone stuffed a roll of toilet paper in the toilet today and I'm damn sure it was her) However she seemed REALLY upset about this. So I tell Dylan to move to the other couch, just so I *know* he's not whispering. He decides to just sit on the floor by the main couch. Then I hear... hell if I know. Something something clown from Dylan.
I tell him he's going to bed at 9. Because hey, I told him to stop teasing Rhiannon and they were being given a special treat staying up to watch Shredderman.
9 comes around. Dylan REFUSES. He keeps whining 'I didn't SAAAAY anything! I didn't say Anythiiiiiiiiiing' etc etc. I turn off the TV and he whines for, honestly, the next 45 minutes. 9:45 was going to be their bedtime IF THEY BEHAVED which they really didn't.
~sigh~ And I can't pick up a wireless signal so I'm using their home laptop. :\ I don't have the drivers for a modem....
And I'm... bored. Very very bored. Horrendously bored. I didn't bring Sims, and I'm still running Anti-Virus software just to be sure. And mainly because I'm not doing anything ELSE with the computer.
Yes, I'm still babysitting. I've been here 5 and a half hours now. -_- For the last hour I've been burrying my nose in Golden Compass while Dylan whines that he 'didn't say anything'. Because I turned off Shredderman Rules and told him to go to bed b/c he had said something to Rhiannon. Hell, he might have been telling the truth, but honestly you can't freaking TELL with kids. -_-
Earlier tonight Rhiannon came upstairs (they'd been watching TV downstairs for a while, god knows why, but it was cold and I could hear them so hell if I was going to sit there with them. >_< COLD!) with an upset look on her face. Apparently Dylan had told her that clowns were going to come eat her or shoot her or something. So we turned on the TV up here and I got her some new milk and Dylan, realizing hey why'm I in the basement again? Came up to watch Shredderman Rules up here.
Rhiannon keeps WHINING about the clowns, and claims Dylan whispered at her. I know she overreacts a lot, and she *does* have a tendency to lie. (Someone stuffed a roll of toilet paper in the toilet today and I'm damn sure it was her) However she seemed REALLY upset about this. So I tell Dylan to move to the other couch, just so I *know* he's not whispering. He decides to just sit on the floor by the main couch. Then I hear... hell if I know. Something something clown from Dylan.
I tell him he's going to bed at 9. Because hey, I told him to stop teasing Rhiannon and they were being given a special treat staying up to watch Shredderman.
9 comes around. Dylan REFUSES. He keeps whining 'I didn't SAAAAY anything! I didn't say Anythiiiiiiiiiing' etc etc. I turn off the TV and he whines for, honestly, the next 45 minutes. 9:45 was going to be their bedtime IF THEY BEHAVED which they really didn't.
~sigh~ And I can't pick up a wireless signal so I'm using their home laptop. :\ I don't have the drivers for a modem....
And I'm... bored. Very very bored. Horrendously bored. I didn't bring Sims, and I'm still running Anti-Virus software just to be sure. And mainly because I'm not doing anything ELSE with the computer.
