Sunday December 23, 7:48 P.M.I'm babysitting at the D___'s again, "A Doll's House" is on TV. They're coming home at 8:00. For the 3rd time in a row, Mr. D___ was more than 15 minutes late picking me up. Lisa's rattling her crib. I've missed about 20 mins. of the show already. The D___'s have lights on their tree, but they're not on. We've got to think of something to do on New Year's. I hope I didn't forget to do anything, yesterday stupid John (D___) broke a crystal glass. I hate little kids, & I hate this house. It's so grubby. Mrs. D___ is so sweety-sweety, the sticky house must be from her charm oozing out all over the place. Mr. D___ seems uncomfortable. He doesn't know what to say to me. Jane Fonda is a good actress. I hope I make the spring play at school, or else if I don't, I'll go to theater school. I want to get a job as soon as I'm 16, so I can have lots of money. I should have sort of a basic plan for myself & what I want to do. God, that ABC movie thing is so loud & so are the commercials. It wrecks the mood. What do I want to do? What do I want to be? Smart, Pretty, Nice, a good cook, Different, Original, Creative, Popular, & RICH. I'm NOT gonna be a mental case. I'd like to be a clothes designer, or an architect, but I'm too absent-minded to be an architect. I read about a famous genius, I forgot who it was, who designed this huge, perfect, wonder-mansion-- & forgot the stairs. Fuck, the D___'s are 15 mins. late. Oh, well, at least I get more money for just watching T.V. let's see... 6:00 -- 8:15 = 1.15 approximately. God, 50 cents an hr. is such a rook. But I can't ask for more or they won't call me anymore, cuz Ann C_____ only charges that much. They have candles on the tree on T.V. It's in the Victorian age. I wonder when Steve W___'s birthday is, because I wonder what zodiac sign he is. I'd be soooooo happy if he liked me, but the problem is, he doesn't. If I remember right, he invited Harriett somewhere this summer.
I wonder why? I think he likes helpless females.