Jolly Good Day To You Sir
Mood: Bleh
Song: The Eagles - Witchy Woman
"Oooo, oooo, witchy woman, see how high she flies....oooo, oooo, witchy woman, she's got the moon in her eyes." Now isn't that special. Oye! Something weird happened today. I don't know. My family never tells me anything, so I never know what's happening. Well, I guess my grandpa was getting something done, I don't know, but he had to drink this thing, and his body had a reaction to it, so they took him to the hospital, b/c they didn't know what was wrong. Well, while all this was happeing, I was having a gay (happy, you perv, hehe jk) time at guitar, and then driving to Temecula and back for no good reason. Well, actually we went to go to batting practice. Right? Wrong! Ok. We were supposed to have batting practice, but we weren't informed that it was cancelled, probably b/c only a few people were gonna show up. Yeah, so we pretty much drove there and drove back. Oh well, ya get what ya get. So, when we got home I found out what happened to my grandpa. Then I guess my sis went to their house, to take my grandma to the hospital. But my sis has this huge truck and my grandma can't get into that. She can barely get into their van. It's sad. But that's another story. Anyways, so Lauren asks if she can drive the van to the hospital, but my grandma says that the back is messed up b/c my grandpa had ran into it. I don't know, but I guess nothing was wrong with it. Then I guess my uncle called and convinced Grandma not to go. So my sis just hung out with her and they would call the hospital every hour. I still don't even know the whole story, and then now that's it's over I asked what happened and my parents say somethin like "Oh it doesn't matter any more." Or somethin like that. Yea...Gosh. They are pretty sad. They are like wasting away b/c they never get out of the house. They have all this free time, but they just wanna stay inside all day. I mean, sure, staying inside has it's ups, but come on, GO DO SOMETHING. It's pretty sad. The only thing they leave the house for is to go shopping, and then to my softball games. I guess you could say I'm keeping them alive. Then my dad says I am. But I don't want it to be like that. The only people that can help them is themselves. My mom and aunt have tried to get them to do stuff, but they don't wanna do it. The only way they can get better is if they want to. B/c everyone allready wants to help them, but they don't want to, or they think they don't have a problem. I'm glad I'm sorta doing something for them, but...AH...I want something else to happen.
On a lighter note....Guitar was fun. I learned some new stuff. This guy is really nice. He's older than Mark, but he's cool. Name's Greg. Nice dude. He said he was doing like this kids camp where the kids go around playing the piano, the guitar, and I forgot what else he said, so he's like helping them out. Which is totally nice. (Totally dude!) Hah, His style is different, but I still like it. Actually, ya. N/M. So, you know. Yea. That's pretty much it. Go web!
Mood: Bleh
Song: The Eagles - Witchy Woman
"Oooo, oooo, witchy woman, see how high she flies....oooo, oooo, witchy woman, she's got the moon in her eyes." Now isn't that special. Oye! Something weird happened today. I don't know. My family never tells me anything, so I never know what's happening. Well, I guess my grandpa was getting something done, I don't know, but he had to drink this thing, and his body had a reaction to it, so they took him to the hospital, b/c they didn't know what was wrong. Well, while all this was happeing, I was having a gay (happy, you perv, hehe jk) time at guitar, and then driving to Temecula and back for no good reason. Well, actually we went to go to batting practice. Right? Wrong! Ok. We were supposed to have batting practice, but we weren't informed that it was cancelled, probably b/c only a few people were gonna show up. Yeah, so we pretty much drove there and drove back. Oh well, ya get what ya get. So, when we got home I found out what happened to my grandpa. Then I guess my sis went to their house, to take my grandma to the hospital. But my sis has this huge truck and my grandma can't get into that. She can barely get into their van. It's sad. But that's another story. Anyways, so Lauren asks if she can drive the van to the hospital, but my grandma says that the back is messed up b/c my grandpa had ran into it. I don't know, but I guess nothing was wrong with it. Then I guess my uncle called and convinced Grandma not to go. So my sis just hung out with her and they would call the hospital every hour. I still don't even know the whole story, and then now that's it's over I asked what happened and my parents say somethin like "Oh it doesn't matter any more." Or somethin like that. Yea...Gosh. They are pretty sad. They are like wasting away b/c they never get out of the house. They have all this free time, but they just wanna stay inside all day. I mean, sure, staying inside has it's ups, but come on, GO DO SOMETHING. It's pretty sad. The only thing they leave the house for is to go shopping, and then to my softball games. I guess you could say I'm keeping them alive. Then my dad says I am. But I don't want it to be like that. The only people that can help them is themselves. My mom and aunt have tried to get them to do stuff, but they don't wanna do it. The only way they can get better is if they want to. B/c everyone allready wants to help them, but they don't want to, or they think they don't have a problem. I'm glad I'm sorta doing something for them, but...AH...I want something else to happen.
On a lighter note....Guitar was fun. I learned some new stuff. This guy is really nice. He's older than Mark, but he's cool. Name's Greg. Nice dude. He said he was doing like this kids camp where the kids go around playing the piano, the guitar, and I forgot what else he said, so he's like helping them out. Which is totally nice. (Totally dude!) Hah, His style is different, but I still like it. Actually, ya. N/M. So, you know. Yea. That's pretty much it. Go web!
<< Home