Kitties

I saw a big sign advertising short babysitting jobs late at night. The text was really big, neon and jumbled. I went to see about them. When I got to the job building, it was PACKED with people around my age hoping to get the same jobs. I talked to a woman at the counter a bit. She was telling me about one girl there who owned a La Senza. That girl was about my age and had long blonde hair. I had met her before, and thought she seemed a bit stuck up, but thought I would give her a chance anyway.

Then I was walking to school in the rain. I realized I'd completely forgotten to go to English, so I just went to my next class. Some guy asked me if I could write a short summary of a certain book, and K, who was also there, agreed that I should. I found out it was a book we got in the class I missed, and everyone had to do a book report on it, which included writing a summary. I said okay, they could use mine when I did it. Then K asked if I would write a prologue to the book as well, which was also part of the project, but I said I didn't want to. Writing the summary was also somehow connected to me having to get a jug of orange juice and put it on the floor at work, replacing it whenever it got dirty, and I couldn't remember if I'd done that.

Then I was with some people at the top of a grassy hill, watching this large bearded guy who had a spider. We suspected he was secretly Santa Claus or something, and the spider had something to do with it as well. The spider was a very rare species, with a long thin body that was mostly white with some black markings, including a silhouette of a spider on its back. It could also fly. The man put it down in the grass, but it flew away, and we chased after it, yelling.