Friday, July 22, 2005


My cousin's daughter's boyfriend didn't make it. I don't have many details, my mom just told me they had to pull the plug. My mom keeps getting nervous whenever she has to tell me bad news, as if I'm going to freak out or something. She doesn't seem to understand that I didn't know this guy at all. I'm feeling very sad for my cousin's daughter and her family, but it's not hurting me personally. My mom made quite a point of saying that I didn't have to go to the services (she never lets anyone think for themselves or make their own decisions - when she can get away with it), but I'm going to call her and tell her I want to go to the wake. I know she won't understand, she'll be afraid I can't handle it. But when it was MY partner's wake, it really meant a lot to me when all the people came. I don't know why, but when my cousin David, who I am not really close to but is my age, drove down 60 miles in the snow to come to Michael's wake, it really meant a lot. I want to go to K's boyfriend's wake and show my support.

Also, my other cousin, who has cancer, apparently isn't doing that well. They had originally given him 6 months to live, and it's been 3+ years now. So I'm not sure if this may happen soon.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

World's Shortest Personality Test

You are pure, moral, and adaptable.
You tend to blend into your surroundings.
Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends.

You believe that you live a virtuous life...
And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye.
As a result, people tend to crave your approval.

Friday, July 15, 2005

So...Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...

that was fucked. Total acid trip.

But I loved the squirrels. :D

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Update on past news...

My cousin's daughter's boyfriend (with the brain aneurism) survived surgery. Now they just have to wait and see what happens.

Hell, I ought to do this every week!

My mother called. My grandmother's TV broke so they're going let her borrow my extra one that I've been trying to get rid of (It's sitting on my bedroom floor taking up precious space). So they're going to come today to pick it up.

My house was already a mess since last weekend when they came. So the boy and I just cleaned it all up again.

If they came every week, I'd be forced to clean every week!

But then again, if they came every week, I'd have to kill either my mom or myself.

There's a reason I don't live near her.

Saturday, July 9, 2005


They are due between 2:30 and 3:00.

I just finished, and took a shower.

Yay, me.


I had made plans with my parents earlier this week for them to come on Sunday and help me with the storage space. I planned on cleaning up my place (it's a wreck) yesterday and today. (The last thing I want is for my mother to think/know that I'm depressed.) I didn't get much done yesterday, but I comforted myself by saying that I had all day today.
My mom just called. They're going to come this afternoon, and again tomorrow.
I have 2 1/2 hours to do the cleaning that I thought I'd have ALL DAY to do.


I need to go hide the Prozac.