OH FUCKING HELL.

I will update about Kaity's party later. It was lots of fun. But for now.

OH FUCKING EVERYTHING.

The infamous boyfriend has informed me that FUBAR stands for Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. Thanks, Matt. :-)

"Excuse me, I have to ask you something that doesn't have to do with the F word" - my grandma

And don't think I made that up. 'Cause I didn't.

My family was sitting around at my aunt's house and for some reason acronyms (is that the right word?) for cursing came up. I told the story from chem last year where Mr. Panek said so someone "SOL" or something liks that and when asked what that meant he said "Sorry, out of luck" (and as I was telling the story my aunt burst out with "Ha, that's not what it really stands for"). Caitlin Long then said "Or you could say TS which stands for Tough.....cookies." Then my uncle told me about SNAFU meaning "Situation normal all fucked up" and finally told me what FUBAR stands for which I have yet again forgotten...damnit! But the f is for fucking, I know that. That is when my grandmother burst out with her lovely little quote there. She didn't mean to be funny, she just had something to say. I love my grandma. She said something else funny, but I can't remember what. Damnit.

And Matt wrote something that pissed off somebody or whatever and now his blog is the new big thing, and therefore my readership has increased, at least for today. I feed off my boyfriend's infamy.

I haven't actually talked to Diane in way too long.

Not cool.

I'm too sleepy to update for real.

And Madeline accidently gave Philippe a nose bleed and I actually felt a little sorrier for her than for Philippe 'cause she looked like she felt really bad. And because she has a bit of a history of that. But she never means it and she's too nice for people to get mad at. So everyone was okay in the end, and that's good.

And now I'm sleepy still, so good night.

I had a dream that I got a really confusing letter from American University telling me I was rejected, but it took forever to figure that out because they sent me all these little paper things.

Anyway, I'm strange, what else is new?

I also slept till 1 in the afternoon. Whee!!!

I have to go make food for my aunts. But...so lazy.

Hi. I'm alive.

So, as most of you know, my grandfather died on Saturday morning. This explains my absence from all end of vacation and start of school events.

Saturday my parents woke me up at around 7:30. My dad was standing over my bed and my mom was in the doorway and the first thing I remember is opening my eyes very suddenly and my dad saying "Your grandfather died this morning."
And I didn't cry or anything. I just said "Okay" and got out of bed. In my head it was like "Okay, so now it's happened, we're prepared, let's go".

Soon after, when we had all showered and dressed, we were on our way to my grandmothers. I go in between saying "Grandma and Grandpa's" and "Grandma's" now when I refer to her apartment. Their apartment. I'm so confused.

Saturday was mostly made up of figuring out who needed to be called and when the funeral would be and all that stuff. When we first got there the people from the funeral home where there taking my grandfather away. My dad went up to the apartment, called my cell phone to tell us what was happening, and then my mother and I went to get some breakfast since neither of us could deal with being there when my grandfather was taken away. After that it was a lot of preperation stuff. We sent out a mass e-mail to a lot of people saying what had happened and when the funeral would take place. There were lots of calls made. My grandma was doing really well, doing what she needed to do. Every once in awhile she would start to cry. Once I gave her a hug and she said to me, "You'll remember him forever and always, won't you?" and I said yes and she said "He wanted to see you grown up so badly, but he knew you were turning out well. He was so proud of you. He wanted to be at your wedding." By this time we were both crying.

By about 4 I was ready to go. I couldn't really be of any help, I was exhausted, and I just couldn't stand to be there anymore so my mom took me home and then went back. At this point Matt came over and kept me company. We made cookies and just sat around and watched TV and everything was really calm and nice and it made me feel better. I'm very grateful to Matt for that.

Sunday it was more preperation. Buying food for after the funeral and when my dad and grandmother and aunt and uncle sat Shiva. Shiva is this Jewish thing where the immedeate (I spelled that wrong) family mourns for a week and they just stay at someone's home together and people visit and bring food and stuff. There's all these crazy rituals that go along with it, which we're mostly not following. But they are sitting Shiva, and spending days at my aunt's house and just mourning and having visitors and little services at night and stuff.

Today was the funeral. It was decided that my dad, aunt, and uncle would all say something at the funeral. Then my cousin decided to read part of a book he read to my grandfather before he died. It was a book for kids about when someone they love dies. It was a really sweet passage, about how you're not alone when you're sad and when you're sad because you've lost someone, you know you really loved them. I decided I should probably write something to say also. My grandfather would have liked that. So I was up till about two or two thirty writing what ended up only being about a page. I left out a lot of stories and things that I just couldn't figure out how to put into it.

We met at my grandmother's first. My aunt was making my cousin breakfast, which I then took over doing so she could get ready. I made everyone some hot chocolate, too. My dad and aunt and uncle all took turns reading what they were going to say. We were timing it to make sure they didn't take too long since Jewish funerals are usually pretty short. By the time my dad was finished we were all crying. My cousin who's almost ten was left just trying to hug us all. He's a very sweet boy. He always wants to make everyone feel better.

After that people sort of split up to finish getting ready. At one point I heard the music from this music box that my granparents have had forever playing from somewhere in the apartment. I used to play that music box all the time, so I followed the sound. I found my cousin in my grandparent's bedroom holding up the music box to one of my grandfather's pictures. He said he was playing it for Grandpa and that he thought he might like it. That made me start crying all over again, and I just stood there with him while he played the music box and cried and smoothed out his hair 'cause I couldn't think of anything else to do. I'm glad my cousin did that. I think it was something I would have liked to do, had I thought of it. It was a nice way of saying goodbye.

Then it was time to go to the funeral home. After we got there, my grandmother, dad, aunt, uncle and I went and actually got to see my grandfather. I know, this is weird and maybe gross and whatever you think, and no one thought I would actually want to see him, but I felt like I had to. Like if I didn't I wouldn't really believe he was gone. It was kind of frightening. He looked the same, just he didn't have his glasses on. I felt like the girl in "My Girl" when she freaks out about the kid not having his glasses. I didn't freak out, but it did bother me that he wasn't wearing them. He always wore them. The guy closed the casket and we went back to where the rest of the family was waiting.

People came from all over, people we really weren't expecting. Some cousins from Virginia drove up today and drove back after the funeral. The just wanted to be there. So many people came, it was kind of a nice feeling that so many people loved him so much. I couldn't help feeling like I was waiting for someone though. Like I kept looking at the door thinking someone else would walk through. Eventually it passed through my mind that maybe it was my grandfather I was expecting. Everything felt unbalanced and strange without him there standing next to my grandmother. I kept forgetting why I was there.

After everyone had greeted our family and everything, the service started. It was decided that I was going to be the first to speak, which was kind of scary, but I just felt like I had to do it. The Rabbi said some prayers, then called me up to speak. I started crying as soon as I got up there. Most of my speech was said in tears. I hadn't read it in front of anyone ahead of time because I knew this would happen and I was afraid I would chicken out if I did it ahead of time. I finished and went back to my seat next to my father. Next was my uncle, then my aunt, then my father, and the my cousin. It was kind of funny to see my cousin up there since he wasn't really tall enough to be seen over the podium. But he spoke very well. Everyone was crying.

It ended and they took my grandfather out and we all went in a procession to the graveyard. We said Kaddish, which is the mourner's prayer, and everyone took a shovel full of dirt and threw it on the casket. My grandmother was really crying again, and we all held on to her while people shoveled. It was really incredible to see all the people who had come to the graveyard. A lot of people don't usually do that, according to my mother. And most of them shoveled some dirt. They all just loved my grandfather, I guess, and wanted to say goodbye. He's near some relatives. That's good, I guess. Not so alone.

We went back to my aunt's. My mom was pissing me off a lot by this time, but I didn't say anything. My mom is a control freak a lot and sometimes when people don't do things her way or don't see things her way she criticizes them. Not to their face, but to me. Which sometimes I can deal with, but you know...it's also my family. So I just wanted her to leave me alone for a lot of it. Like when she would try and comfort me I'd sort of shrug her off because it felt like she was being two faced sort of. I know she didn't mean to. She loved my grandfather. She just has issues with other family members that at times I wish she would keep to herself. Especially since sometimes I feel like it's me and my mother against my dad's family and I don't like that. But anyway. We went back to my aunt's house. I fell asleep on the couch in their den while my cousin played video games because I was so tired. The rest of the day was just sitting around and stuff. I talked to Matt on the phone a few times which was nice. I got home around 10 or 10:30 and now I'm really exhausted, so I think I'll stop writing now. I hope I didn't creep anyone out too much. But this has been my life the past few days.

So...
Yeah...

Good night.

Umm....Miles...I didn't know your sister was there...

...How embarassing....

I'm so unladlylike.

College confuses the hell out of me.

And none of them are close enough to where I want to be.

::loses mind::

Dear Robin:

Congratulations! On behalf of the Admission Committee, I am pleased to offer you admission to the Fall 2003 entering class of Northeastern University as a Theatre major in the College of Arts & Sciences. Our community looks forward to welcoming you to the nation's most dynamic University, combining outstanding liberal arts and profressional studies with the world's finest cooperative education program.

That makes two!! And I don't have to be stuck in Ohio if I don't want to be!! Yes!!!!!

Today is a quiz day.


Youre Roxie Hart! the cute little blondie who stole
Chicago's 'hart' and killed your supposed
boyfriend Fred Cassley. your face was seen on
every paper in Chicago! good thing your husband
Amos ratted you out, or else you'd have never
become famous!


Which Chicago Movie Character are you?
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This is funny 'cause Kaity gave me a shirt with this picture on it for Hannukah.


congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud


which happy bunny are you?
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Ugh. Why am I awake?

And eating M&M cookies?

Must have real food. And then more sleep.

I was in a bad mood all day. So I'm not gonna update. So HA!!!

This is what my car currently looks like:

I think we will be snowed in until maybe April at this point.

Snow is pretty and all, but this couldn't have waited until we were back to school? And now there's no driving allowed so I can't hang out with anyone and BOOOOO.

Maybe I'll actually get out of my pajamas sometime today and take some pictures of the snow.

Maybe.

Times I've listened to the Chicago Soundtrack today: 836

I like the song Nowadays. I like them all, but that one's nice to sing along to.

Loooong day. And I went the whole day on only four hours of sleep. Just like a school day! Ha.

So this morning I went to help Matt sell coffee and donuts and hot chocolate and bagels and stuff at a garage sale at his temple. Or synagogue, which sounds more Jewish. Whatever. That was kinda fun, except for this obnoxious girl who Matt almost killed 'cause she would NOT leave us alone. Rob (I know his last name, I just can't spell it, whatever, I'm in pit with him) got her to eat at least 6 sugar packets and I really don't know why. I got a sweatshirt there and I saw Megan which was fun 'cause we always say we should go to vintage stores together. Anyway, the sweatshirt is cool. Except it says "Gov. Livingston Wrestling" on the back and "Mike" on the front. Hehe. But I liked it anyway and got it for a dollar. I feel kinda weird wearing other people's clothes, though, so we'll see. Maybe I'll just give it to Megan, she liked it, too.

After that I was dropped off at home and then it was off to the grandparents house. I seem to spend more time there than I spend in my own house. Here is the full story which I have made vague references to but not fully explained:

Grandpa has cancer. He's expected to die...well, probably this week. Who knows, maybe tonight. We'll see.

They have a hospital bed set up in my grandparents room. My grandfather sleeps most of the time and when he is awake he is barely concious. He can't speak, it's a struggle to even breathe, every breath is a big wheezing gasp, he can only open one eye and that's only half way so it's hard to tell if he's even awake. He can maybe make a few sounds. Maybe. All he can do now is hear and feel. So we all hold his hand or pat his head and tell him we love him. It's all we can do now.

I was in there today. I was sitting there with my grandmother and the home health aid. Just sitting there, holding my grandfather's arm, just watching him. And he stopped breathing. He gasped one of his big wheezing normal gasps and then he just stopped. No sounds. His eye was still halfway open. His chest stopped moving. Everyone in the room just looked at each other for a minute. This isn't the first time it's happened. Only the first time I was there when it did. We all leaned in a little. My grandmother nudged him on the shoulder, doing a reasonable job at not panicing. I wanted to run away. Or cry. Or both. I kept switching back between thoughts that he'd start breathing again or that he wouldn't and oh god I was in the room when my grandfather died oh god oh god oh god.

But then he started breathing again. And I kissed his head and told him I loved him and left the room 'cause I was so scared it would happen again and I just couldn't be there for it. I just couldn't.

My cousin was there for a little while at the same time I was. He's nine. He doesn't get that Grandpa's dying. My mom said that my aunt has explained to him that Grandpa won't get better and won't get out of bed, but he doesn't seem to realize or accept the fact that he's dying. Which I understand. It just makes me sad. And worried because when my Grandpa does die, I don't know what will happen with my cousin. My cousin said to me how he wished that Grandpa could get out of bed and give us big hugs. I told him I wished that he could, too. I told him that I knew if Grandpa could, he would. My cousin got kind of quiet and went back to his computer game.

My dad decided to stay over there tonight. Maybe more than tonight. My uncle is staying there, too, maybe even my aunt, I'm not sure. My parents told me that if I had anything I wanted to say to my grandfather, I should say it now because I might not have another chance. I got kind of angry at them. I wish they'd stop saying that. I don't know what to say. I've told him I love him. I've told him what a great grandfather he is. I don't have much else to say to him. Those are the two things I really need him to know. And he does. And I wish people would stop expecting me to have some kind of breakdown or be all dramatic or whatever they're expecting. I know what's going to happen. Sort of. I know in my head. But it's one thing to know something and another thing completely to actually believe and accept it. I dunno if I make sense. But whatever.

So I said goodbye to my grandfather. Maybe for the last time. I kissed his head. I brushed what little hair he has left back over his head like I used to do when I was little. I used to take his hair and try and cover his bald spot with it. The bald spot is much bigger now, so it's completely uncoverable, but I did it anyway, out of habit. And I kissed him on the head. And I told him I loved him. And I told him he's a great Grandpa. And I said goodbye. And I left.

Last week he could still talk and stuff. He was almost completely delusional, though. Making strange gestures, talking to people who weren't there, giving instructions that didn't make sense. He seemed to be reliving different parts of his life. Like at one point he looked like he was writing on a chalk board and kept saying numbers. He used to be a calculus professor. Kind of funny, since I suck at math, but whatever. And at one point he seemed like he was giving instructions about cleaning out a basement. My grandmother could snap him out of it for a minute or two, usually. When I went to see him that day, she said to him, "Bernie, Bernie, when you have a minute, could you come back to us and tell Robin you love her?"

And he looked right at me and he said, "I can always do that."

And that was the last thing my grandfather will ever say to me.

Anyway. He's dying. That's all I really meant to say.
Didn't mean to get all melodramatic or anything.......


So I got home and waited for Matt and Jon to get from Brooklyn to Jersey and then went to Matt's and watched part of The Usual Suspects with Matt and Jon and Matt's parents and even Matt's little sister for a little bit (though she was covering her eyes and humming a lot), and then my mom called and told me she was coming to pick me up early 'cause of the snow and I REALLY did not want to leave. 'Cause it was nice there and comfortable and everyone was having fun and no one was dying except for random people in the movie and that was only make believe.

I'm sorry. No one wants to read this. You don't have to. I just felt like writing it. And just putting it out there.

Good night.

Oh yeah, and my phone broke. 'Cause it's a little fucker. I'm afraid to plug it in and recharge it. Maybe that will fix it? Or maybe that will make it explode...I'm not quite sure.

Mmm, yes, this was a very very good day.

I got to wake up a little later than usual since I didn't have to drive my dad to the train. I haven't had to all week. He either hasn't gone to work, went so early that my mom just took him, or he stayed over at my grandparents house. I like waking up later. And I actually get to school more close to on time than usual.

Anyway, orchestra was orchestra. Mr. May actually called me out as one of the people who could play, which was weird and it was possibly 'cause he just saw me sitting there and needed another person to use as an example. Whatever, it was kinda cool.

Chorus!! We had a party in chorus today. Some people were playing DDR while some people were actually dancing and some people were just hanging around. I refused to play DDR since I don't believe in making THAT much of an ass out of myself in public. Instead I watched people dancing, and that was kinda cool. I wish I could dance.

Ooh! And I got two carnations during chorus! These people came around and delivered them and Matt had sent me some. Turns out he also sent me a candygram, but since Imhoff thought the bell should have rung, he let us out before the candygram people could show up. Mitchell found me later in the day and gave me my candygram, and I gave Matt more hugs than I already had for the flowers.

Boring classes, boring classes.

Oh yes, I was walking down the hall with Matt before Sociology, and on the way to the classroom, Mr. Rodriguez saw us, looked at me, looked at Matt, pointed indistinctly at us, then said to Matt, "Your girlfriend's a slacker." and then walked into the class. After he said that I heard someone (I don't know who) (no wait, I've just been told by Matt that it was Thomas Shippy. More points for him for the day.) say, "And her teacher's a jerk" and I laughed. Then we had a test in which I was one of the only people who actually finished the whole thing. And you know why? 'Cause I'm the "slacker" who took level 3 and then managed to actually be able to think over the questions without having to rush because I had less of them. So ha. I also wrote "Robin (NOT a slacker) L" as my name. Hehe.

The pep rally was pretty good. I didn't get to go to both, which was upsetting. Krystal can really sing, she's great, she never gets enough credit. Diamantes are the only reason worth going to school spirit type things, and AHH Thomas Shippy was in it and he was AWESOME. Go Shippy. Hehe, I still remember him from second grade when he used to blush a lot and his ears would turn red. Awww, Thomas. How he's grown.

Oh man, during the Star Spangled Banner when people were singing and getting out of tune and stuff, I was watching Kaity from across the gym 'cause she was making THE FUNNIEST FACES. She kept wincing in pain whenever they changed keys for no reason (which was like every other note sometimes). Kaity's so amusing.

After school it was time for Valentine's Day celebration! Hooray! The first year since elementary school that I haven't totally despised V-Day. Yes, it may be a Hallmark holiday, but I don't care 'cause it's fun and there's candy and flowers and you get to hug your boyfriend in public without people going "Ewwwwww, cooties". So for Valentine's Day, Matt and I decided to go to Olive Garden and see Chicago, which I know I have been dying to see for like a month. Matt really wanted to see it, too. So at about 5:30 Matt came over and we hung around for awhile and looked at this cute pop up book thing my mom gave me. It was like a pop up book for twelve year old girls with low self esteem. But I still like it, it's sweet. And it came with stickers, so that's cool. My dad got home and gave me a really cool card which has nothing to do with Valentine's Day, but I don't care, it's awesome. It's a cat hanging from a screen door but it's so much cooler than that and you'd have to see it to understand. Anyway.

Matt and I left for Olive Garden around 6:30 only to get there and find out there was an hour and a half wait. Oops. So we told them we'd be back around 10 or 10:30, and drove to the movie theater about an hour and a half before the movie started. So in the meantime, we exchanged gifts. Fun fun fun. Matt gave me a big red teddy bear (it's so squishy and soft AND it's red which is great 'cause I like red) with a hat on it. Except the hat is for me and he just put it on the bear 'cause it was cute. The hat is kind of an inside joke that most people probably know about. But I love the bear and the hat. I also got a very funny card and a nice card.

I gave Matt the DVD of Robin Williams Live On Broadway and a whole buncha gummy bears. Because he likes gummy bears. Not because his name is Baer. Because that would be a stupid pun. Having a name that also happens to be the name of an animal sucks sometimes. Just think if someone sang Rockin' Robin at you 25 million times a year. It sucks. Anyway, I also ended up giving him the Dispatch CD I got him as a back up present when I couldn't find the Robin Williams DVD because I would have given it to him anyway sooner or later.

Chicago is GREAT. Rene Zellwegger or however you spell it really can sing. Catherine Zeta-Jones is cool. She can sing, too. Richard Gere was really awesome, even if his voice is kinda funny. It's good funny, at least. And Queen Latifah is so great! And she didn't die in this movie! That makes me happy, I hate it when she dies, 'cause she's cool. I love the "Jailhouse Rock" song, as Matt called it. Cell Block Tango. GREAT song. And cool dances. And...it was just all so great!!! I will need to buy the DVD when it comes out. And I need to go get the soundtrack. And...yes, it was just so great.

And now I'm very very sleepy so I will stop writing before everything gets all incoherent and I can't even spell incoherent anymore.

12:11

Don't ask.

Anyway....I should update, right? Like an actual update? With words?

Whatever.

Soooo....I showed my mom my report card, but not till after I talked to Mrs. Petrallia about my shit English grade. Mrs. Petrallia was really nice about it and said she knew it wasn't really a reflection of my usual work and supportive teacher-y stuff like that. And when I talked to my mom, she didn't flip out and that was WONDERFUL. We only talked about it for like 10 minutes, too, not the usual 45. Phew.

And then she told me what a Jewish Funeral was like. 'Cause I'll probably have to go to one soon. But how about we not think about that right now.

Someone just tried to break into my computer. Fuckers.

Today some telemarketer called my house asking for my mom. The conversation went something like this:

StupidBitch: ::random things to other people in room which sounded like rude comments towards me::
Robin: Hello?
StupidBitch: ::long pause followed by loudly yelled:: Hello! Can I speak to Judy?
Robin: May I ask who's calling?
StupidBitch: Is this Judy?
Robin: ::slightly impatient:: May I ask who's calling?
StupidBitch: NO! ::hangs up on me::

So you know what I did? *69. I've got the bitch's number. Literally. And I tried calling it but it just kept ringing and ringing. I didn't know what I was going to say if I finally got through to her, but it would have been something nasty. I was in a kind of vengeful mood. Maybe if I'm bored over vacation I'll call her again. Or get someone to prank call her. I'm such a loser.

And now I should go dry my hair and go to sleep so I can be awake for Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day! ::throws candy at people::

A quote. I crossed out the parts that make it not as funny.

"Please do not pluck, tune, finger or blow while I am speaking." - Imhoff at Pit rehearsal.

And then Nina and I started laughing like the two immature girls we are.

"It is sad thinking about college... I'll miss you guys (and by 'you guys', i am especially focusing on Robin). " - Matt's Blog

::feels like crying::

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts....

....Ummmm....vacation in a week!

Oh this is not working, I'm in a bummed out mood. I'm upset about my grandfather (cried enough about this, but I'm sure I'll cry more), I'm upset about college and leaving everyone (especially Matt ::feels like crying again::). Stress stress stress.

But vacation is next week. I have all these weird conflicted feelings, like I'll look forward to something (i.e. February break) but at the same time not looking forward to them 'cause it just means it's closer to the fall when everyone will leave. And I will be in goddamn Ohio in the middle of no where. Sigh.

Stupid scary changes.

Stupid badly written sappy blog entry.

Dave Barry's Blog

...Interesting....

So Philippe posted the lyrics to "Corner of the Sky" from Pippin and that made me think of "Ribbon in the Sky" by Stevie Wonder and that's now stuck in my head. Both good songs. But now I will listen to Counting Crows to clear my head.

SNOW DAY!! YIPEEE!! I really didn't care much if we had school today. It just wasn't that much of a big deal to me, but I was very happy to have the snow day. My first alarm went off at 6:45. I woke up for a minute or two to figure out if I felt like getting out of bed and getting dressed. I decided I'd rather sleep a little longer, but before deciding this I remember that it was possibly a snow day today. I thought about going to the window and opening the shade to see how much it had snowed, but was afraid to because usually when I do that it turns out it only snowed half an inch and the roads are completely clear. So I went back to sleep until my second alarm went off at 7:15, when I finally got my lazy ass out of bed, rubbed my eyes in an attempt to get them to work properly, and opened my shade to see...gasp...SNOW! And LOTS of it.

I walked into the hallway and looked into my parents room (our hallway isn't much of a hallway at all, just a little circle thing as all of the rooms upstairs are pretty much in a kind of circular formation). My mom just looked at me, said "School's cancelled" to which I replied "Phew"...really, I said that...she got all suspicious as to why I said "Phew" like I was trying to avoid something at school, but it was really that I just wanted to go back to sleep. Which I did until about 11 when the phone rang and I woke up hearing my mom saying "She's still asleep." Which I figured meant it was Matt calling to tell me we were going sledding (this had been previously discussed) so I got up and went to the phone and soon I was at Matt's house.

At Matt's house I helped shovel out their driveway, which really wasn't so bad. It was good excersize and I wasn't even tired afterward. Philippe and Mari showed up after awhile and also helped shovel. Then it was off to sledding!

Sledding was actually fun this time as Matt lent me warm clothes so I wasn't freezing after going down the hill once. We went down in a chain once and that was fun, despite Miles trying to sabotage us by running into us and we nearly hit a buncha people. Then we were all just standing around at the bottom of the hill when some bitchy woman came over and yelled at us.

I'll start from the beginning. When we were about to go down the hill for the first time, we overheard this mother telling her kids (maybe 5 or 6) that if they thought they were going too fast to put out their feet into the snow. Matt heard this and started yelling "No! No! Don't do that!" and explained that if they did that they could twist their foot back and hurt themselves. The woman thanked him for the warning and we went off to sled. Later when we were standing at the bottom of the hill, this same woman, or her friend who I consider to be the same person because they were both skanky ( Okay, maybe not skanky as they were in big heavy snow jackets with five year olds, but for now I'll call them skanky in the "Ew, you smell" sense.) and bitchy and evil, came up to us. She said to us, very rudely "Will you please move, my son was already hit once today." to which I wanted to respond "Excuse me, we have every right to stand here at the bottom of the hill and we did not hit your son, obviously, since we're STANDING STILL. You can't hit someone while standing still. So go bitch at someone else." Everyone else was apparently thinking the same thing and we groaned about her for awhile and decided to continue standing there. A little while later, the little kids who belonged to the bitchy mothers came sliding down the hill in these inner tube things and hit some middle schoolers who were standing near us at the bottom of the hill. The mothers rushed over screaming, "Are you okay?!?!?" and then went and started screaming at the middle school girls!!! First of all, they were way off to the side where people aren't even supposed to be sledding in the first place, and they had just finished going down the hill and hadn't been able to get out of the way yet. One of the girls started standing up to the mother, andk that is a very cool kid who will do that. When I was in middle school I probably would have just started crying and left. The middle schoolers had told the kids they should watch where they're going, to which the little kids said that they were going backwards and couldn't see anything. Lame answer, since it's clearly their fault since they shouldn't be going backwards, but I'll let them get away with it since their 5. Anyway, the girl standing up to the mother told them that it wasn't their fault, that the kids had run into them, and that they had just come down the hill and didn't have time to get out of the way yet. The mother started saying something like how after they got down the hill they should immedeatly move out of the way or something. Weak. And she knew it. Stupid bitchy mothers. I wanted to go over there and bitch her out so badly. But instead after they had dissappeared with their annoying kids, Mari and I and then everyone else went over to congratulate the girls on standing up to the women and tell them they had been after us, too.

Those kids weren't even supposed to be on that side of the hill, if I understood what this one middle school girl said. They were 5 and 6 and I think there was supposed to be an area for younger kids on the other side of the hill. They also shouldn't have been on inner tubes because they go fast and there's absoluetely no way to control them, you're most like to end up backwards no matter what you do. And the women should have been watching their damn bratty kids in the first place, if they didn't want their kids bumping into people then they shouldn't have taken them sledding at all, yet alone to Flood's Hill where there's a ton of people.

Stupid people make me mad.

So after this we decided to leave. We went back to Miles's house where everyone had met and put some sleds away, then watched Miles eat snow off trees. It's very funny. Oh yeah, and Miles's dog would only eat snow out of my hand and not anyone else's and for some reason this made me feel special. I'm weird. And have a weakness for big happy dogs. We left there to go to a diner in Union which was pretty good. Dan and I started talking about back when we were "best friends" in tenth grade. What were we thinking?? Haha, it was an interesting conversation.

After this we went back to Mike's and watched Mystery Men. Eddie Izzard not in drag and with an American accent. I didn't think it was a very good movie, but the parts with Eddie Izzard were great, just 'cause it was Eddie Izzard. In men's clothing. With an American accent. So funny. Then Matt and I left.

This is a long entry. It's too make up for all my lack of posting, I guess. But nothing's really happened in the past few days. Or at least, nothing I feel like writing about. The only thing I can think to talk about is my grandfather's prognosis and unless your name is Matt or Philippe, I'm sorry, but I really don't want to talk about it too much, although I'm sure you'll hear about it eventually.

And now I've run out of things to say. I feel like taking pictures of something. Like an actual posed picture. Dunno why, just feel like doing it right now. But instead I'll go bum around the internet for no reason now. G'night.

Why do I only post conversations anymore? And why is it that the few conversations I ever have with Dan are so extremely amusing?

Locodanny (11:13:44 PM): Oh man... http://www.locodanny.com/forum/index.php --- What better place to post than "the FIND DAN LANGE A PROM DATE club?" Go for it. Get your friends to do it. Enjoy finding Dan Lange a prom date.
TypicalBrunette (11:14:07 PM): I heard about this male prostitution ring you could try...
Locodanny (11:14:16 PM): Mmmmmmm.... sounds promising.
Locodanny (11:14:19 PM): Let me know how it works out.
Locodanny (11:14:23 PM): I'll try it, based on your recommendation.
TypicalBrunette (11:14:48 PM): Of course.
TypicalBrunette (11:16:10 PM): I'll put in a good word for you.
Locodanny (11:16:12 PM): haha
Locodanny (11:16:13 PM): thanks
TypicalBrunette (11:16:22 PM): No problem, anything for a friend.

So everyone and their mother was out sick today. Matt, Anna, Jen, and Miles....there were probably more. Matt got his whole family sick, and now Philippe said his throat's scratchy and amazingly enough I seem to be the least effected by any strep like germs....so far...knock on wood and all that superstitious stuff.


My COMPUTER IS STOOOOOOPPPPIIIIDDD. Stupid echos. I can't hear The Donnas and it's pissing me off. Hooray for girly punk rock.

I have nothing interesting to say, really. I had pit today. That wasn't so much fun. Although "That Dirty Old Man" is kinda cool. It's jazzy/spanishy type stuff, which is weird with the show, but it works.

I need to bring my violin in tomorrow. I realized today that I'm actually a much better violin player than I think, it's just that the violin I usually use sucks. So hopefully mine will be better.

Wish I had more to say today. Later.

ThisMilkIsHot (7:31:37 PM): its funny...im going to porn star college as well
TypicalBrunette (7:31:57 PM): really! oh great, now i'll have someone to talk to
ThisMilkIsHot (7:32:06 PM): i hope you signed up for "Bondage/Leather 101"
TypicalBrunette (7:32:20 PM): oooh, that class was full when i tried to
TypicalBrunette (7:32:21 PM): damn

Tonight when I called Matt to tell him I got into Ohio University:

On the phone
Robin: I got into Ohio!
Matt: Congratulations!
Matt's brother (in the background): Congratulations!
Matt: (to brother) Do you even know what you're congratulating her on?
Matt's brother: No
Robin: Tell him I got that porn star job I wanted.
Matt: She's going to be a porn star.
Matt's brother: Oh, good for her. Tell her I'll look out for her.
Matt: (to Robin) So did you get the letter today?
Matt's brother: A ha! She got into a college!!
Robin: Tell him it's porn star college.
Matt: (to brother) She got into porn star college. And when she finishes that she's going to clown college.
Robin: Yeah, for all those people with clown fetishes.

Speaking of Jon:

mureddevils7 (10:38:03 PM): and the night begins to wind down... my parents are in bed
mureddevils7 (10:38:08 PM): sooo quiet
mureddevils7 (10:38:21 PM): ::takes blow up doll out of the closet::

BaERClaW00 (10:17:50 PM): he is making fun of me talking to you, but i don't think he realizes that this is you
TypicalBrunette (10:17:55 PM): ah
BaERClaW00 (10:17:56 PM): if he did, he'd probably be more annoying
TypicalBrunette (10:18:02 PM): tell him it's your other girlfriend
BaERClaW00 (10:18:08 PM): ... jon?
TypicalBrunette (10:18:15 PM): HAHAHAH

Dear Robin :

Congratulations! We are delighted to confirm that you have been offered admission to our College of Fine arts. We look forward to the prospect of you joining us and would be pleased to provide any additional information you may require.

YES!!!

Miles got a crew cut? Really? ::disowns Miles::

I saw The Producers yesterday and it was awesome and it had the guy who played Snoopy in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown as Leo Bloom. He was incredible and probably a better singer than Matthew Broderick. The guy playing Bialystock was just doing a Nathan Lane/Zero Mostale impression, but he was still good anyway. They used Mel Brooks's voice for one throw away line and it was confusing and hysterical, 'cause it was some other guy lip syncing it and everyone I was with sort of went, "Wait a minute!!!" and then discussed whether or not Mel Brooks sometimes comes on stage and sneaks into the chorus. We decided he probably did, 'cause that would be fun and everyone would love it.

Then it was off to Englewood Hospital to visit my grandfather. He's in the hospital now until they can get a home health aid since it's become extremely obvious they need one. My grandmother's driving herself to exhaustion trying to take care of him and it'd probably be better for both of them. We came in and my grandfather was sleeping and he looked really skinny and his mouth was hanging open and I'm sorry and this is possibly mean, but he kinda looked like Yoda but not green. Or maybe Mr. Burns but not evil. Anyway, I love my grandpa despite the Mr. Burns thing. He woke up for a few minutes while we were there at the insistance of my grandmother. I was told that my cousin and I are the only things that make him smile now. I don't believe that, and it's kinda scary 'cause it's like "Wow, thanks for all the pressure". But at least I can make him smile somehow and that's good.

My computer's being the devil!!!! The speakers are echoy and evil. They kinda make things sound like bootleg live concert CD's. Except more obnoxious. And everytime I play the Sims it randomly decides to restart before I can save and THAT is annoying.

And Matt's still sick and that's not good at all. And I think I'm going to get the nurse to check my throat 'cause it's been a little scratchy, too. Grr. Germs suck.

This used to be my favorite show EVER. I'll update with something more writing based when it's not two in the morning and I'm tired.


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