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Interesting events of today and yesterday:
1. My grandparents sat me down after dinner and told me that they were going to tell me what they were getting me for graduation and my birthday. The conversation went something like this.
Grandfather: We've decided to get you something really big this year by combining your birthday and graduation gifts.
Me: OHHHH! YAY! Let me guess. It's a laptop.
Grandmother: No.
Me: A car?
Grandmother: No, are you being serious?
Me: A trip to europe?
Grandmother: *glares*
Grandfather: We're going to get you driving lessons so you can learn to drive before you go to college.
Me: YIPPEEEE!
My mom: *goes batshit insane* BLAH BLAH KATHIE IS IRRESPONSIBLE, BAD DRIVER, CAN'T BORROW MY CAR, EVER, TOO EXPENSIVE, *I* WASN'T ALLOWED TO DRIVE UNTIL I WAS 25, HAVING HER LISCENSE WILL MAKE HER WANT A CAR, OMG, WHY DON'T YOU GUYS ASK ME ABOUT ANYTHING...
Me: You should have said the laptop....
So on and so forth. I later told my grandmother that if she had told me she was going to say something like that in front of my mom, I could have told her that my mom was going to go insane over it. Basically I wound up sleeping over my grandparent's house because my mom stormed out of the house and drove away, and now she isn't talking to me. Wow, that's really mature.
2. Today was my developement's yard sale day. Hence, my dad brought home the following completely useless items: a table, an old-fashioned wooden cigar box, a small rubber skeleton that may or may not be a halloween decoration, a really heavy metal clipboard, and a shelf which apparently should be used for a computer monitor. I am especially pissed off about the table, which he has, for whatever reason, dumped in our kitchen, where it is now annoying me.
3. This conversation and the thoughts that followed:
Me: I think I might want to be a grief counselor.
John: sounds cool
Me: in your honest opinion, do you see me doing that? 0.0
J: No.
Me: well, now you have to give me a reason. ^^
J: No, I think you'd get too worked up.
I don't know. Would I get too worked up? I really haven't had any close relatives die. Actually, that's probably why I'm so numb to death. Saw my grandfather in hospice when I was in fifth grade and felt nothing. Was told he was dying... also didn't really feel much. This just led me to ponder the eventual death of my other grandfather, who is like a father to me. Right now, I don't think I could live without him.
I think that's part of the reason why he hasn't died yet- hell, he probably should have died a couple of times (lived through work camps during WWII, two heart attacks, an operation he had on his stomach when I was little, quadruple bypass, and now he still eats like shit and doesn't listen to his doctors) but I think there has to be a reason why he's still here. I'm not really one to thank god for anything, but maybe god knows that I need him now, so badly, and he takes care of me. If he had died when I was in 8th grade (when he had the quadruple bypass) I probably wouldn't have cared very much. I know this because I remember watching my mom cry when she heard about it and I didn't cry, not even a little.
But then I got to know him more- he gives the best advice ever, gives me newspaper articles to read, books, great birthday/christmas gifts, always asks me how I'm doing, calls me from his cellphone when I'm at their house (he'll be upstairs, I'll be downstairs, and he'll call me just to ask if I'm happy and if I want any food), cooks me breakfast, always looks happy to see me, and is quite possibly the best man that I've ever met. Even at 89 years old, he still plays bridge, chess, watches CNN, reads the new york times every day and is entirely "there" mentally.
I'm hoping he'll happily live to be 100. I'm hoping he'll live to see me graduate from college and get married. I want him to be there when I have kids, because I want my children to know him. But I've done the math and I know that's really unlikely- when I graduate college he'll be 93, if I get married by the time I'm 25 he'll be 96, if I have kids by the time I'm 30 he'll be 101.
I am dreading the day I get the phone call that he's died. I know, I have nothing to fear- he's fine now. But c'mon- he's old. He could have another heart attack, or a stroke, or just suddenly die in his sleep. But that's why I'm not going very far away for college; I could never forgive myself if I never got to say goodbye. I try not to think about it, but I can't praise him without thinking about the fact that someday he isn't going to be there for me.
3. The weird dream I had about prom during my late afternoon I-have-a-headache nap. Basically, I dreamt that I overslept, missed most of prom, forgot my shoes (how do I manage that..?) bought shoes on the way there, but they turned out to be black men's shoes, got there and forgot my money, so I had to borrow money, and then I got in and Igor was dressed LIKE A SAMURAI and it was super weird.
4. Pearl Harbor is on, so I'm indulging my inner romantic and enjoying the eye candy. XD
1. My grandparents sat me down after dinner and told me that they were going to tell me what they were getting me for graduation and my birthday. The conversation went something like this.
Grandfather: We've decided to get you something really big this year by combining your birthday and graduation gifts.
Me: OHHHH! YAY! Let me guess. It's a laptop.
Grandmother: No.
Me: A car?
Grandmother: No, are you being serious?
Me: A trip to europe?
Grandmother: *glares*
Grandfather: We're going to get you driving lessons so you can learn to drive before you go to college.
Me: YIPPEEEE!
My mom: *goes batshit insane* BLAH BLAH KATHIE IS IRRESPONSIBLE, BAD DRIVER, CAN'T BORROW MY CAR, EVER, TOO EXPENSIVE, *I* WASN'T ALLOWED TO DRIVE UNTIL I WAS 25, HAVING HER LISCENSE WILL MAKE HER WANT A CAR, OMG, WHY DON'T YOU GUYS ASK ME ABOUT ANYTHING...
Me: You should have said the laptop....
So on and so forth. I later told my grandmother that if she had told me she was going to say something like that in front of my mom, I could have told her that my mom was going to go insane over it. Basically I wound up sleeping over my grandparent's house because my mom stormed out of the house and drove away, and now she isn't talking to me. Wow, that's really mature.
2. Today was my developement's yard sale day. Hence, my dad brought home the following completely useless items: a table, an old-fashioned wooden cigar box, a small rubber skeleton that may or may not be a halloween decoration, a really heavy metal clipboard, and a shelf which apparently should be used for a computer monitor. I am especially pissed off about the table, which he has, for whatever reason, dumped in our kitchen, where it is now annoying me.
3. This conversation and the thoughts that followed:
Me: I think I might want to be a grief counselor.
John: sounds cool
Me: in your honest opinion, do you see me doing that? 0.0
J: No.
Me: well, now you have to give me a reason. ^^
J: No, I think you'd get too worked up.
I don't know. Would I get too worked up? I really haven't had any close relatives die. Actually, that's probably why I'm so numb to death. Saw my grandfather in hospice when I was in fifth grade and felt nothing. Was told he was dying... also didn't really feel much. This just led me to ponder the eventual death of my other grandfather, who is like a father to me. Right now, I don't think I could live without him.
I think that's part of the reason why he hasn't died yet- hell, he probably should have died a couple of times (lived through work camps during WWII, two heart attacks, an operation he had on his stomach when I was little, quadruple bypass, and now he still eats like shit and doesn't listen to his doctors) but I think there has to be a reason why he's still here. I'm not really one to thank god for anything, but maybe god knows that I need him now, so badly, and he takes care of me. If he had died when I was in 8th grade (when he had the quadruple bypass) I probably wouldn't have cared very much. I know this because I remember watching my mom cry when she heard about it and I didn't cry, not even a little.
But then I got to know him more- he gives the best advice ever, gives me newspaper articles to read, books, great birthday/christmas gifts, always asks me how I'm doing, calls me from his cellphone when I'm at their house (he'll be upstairs, I'll be downstairs, and he'll call me just to ask if I'm happy and if I want any food), cooks me breakfast, always looks happy to see me, and is quite possibly the best man that I've ever met. Even at 89 years old, he still plays bridge, chess, watches CNN, reads the new york times every day and is entirely "there" mentally.
I'm hoping he'll happily live to be 100. I'm hoping he'll live to see me graduate from college and get married. I want him to be there when I have kids, because I want my children to know him. But I've done the math and I know that's really unlikely- when I graduate college he'll be 93, if I get married by the time I'm 25 he'll be 96, if I have kids by the time I'm 30 he'll be 101.
I am dreading the day I get the phone call that he's died. I know, I have nothing to fear- he's fine now. But c'mon- he's old. He could have another heart attack, or a stroke, or just suddenly die in his sleep. But that's why I'm not going very far away for college; I could never forgive myself if I never got to say goodbye. I try not to think about it, but I can't praise him without thinking about the fact that someday he isn't going to be there for me.
3. The weird dream I had about prom during my late afternoon I-have-a-headache nap. Basically, I dreamt that I overslept, missed most of prom, forgot my shoes (how do I manage that..?) bought shoes on the way there, but they turned out to be black men's shoes, got there and forgot my money, so I had to borrow money, and then I got in and Igor was dressed LIKE A SAMURAI and it was super weird.
4. Pearl Harbor is on, so I'm indulging my inner romantic and enjoying the eye candy. XD