Feb 14, 2004 20:36
ecchhhhhhh enough of that new poem thing. It makes me feel poopy inside. I'm not going to delete it though, I don't delete journal entries. Thanks Mercedes for helping me come to my senses. The point is:
I am trapped in the nursing home in St. Louis visiting my grandma, hanging out with my mom and her two sisters. It is boring. And I am tired and I really want to sleep but there's not really a place for me to sleep.
I feel almost like this trip I am on is pointless, I mean I am spending some time with my relatives but all we end up doing is sitting around this f**king nursing home and stroking/kissing my grandma's face. Or at least they do that. I get tired of sitting around and I read and then I get sick of reading so I put on some music only then I run out of inoffensive music that I can play in my grandma's room so I walk around and buy peanut butter wafers and then those make me sick so then I go on the 'Net thing here but then I get tired of that so then I go back to the room and the whole thing starts over again. Hmmmmm another cycle I seem to be trapped in.
It smells so bad here. The whole place smells either of dried pee or else old people farts. It varies from hour to hour. I'm hungry, I kind of opted out of going to lunch with my mom & aunts in favour of going to my cousin's school to hang around and sleep and take a break from sitting around in a nursing home. I'll tell more about that later.
So right now we're waiting for my grandma to go to sleep so we can leave. What the fuck. I'm sure if my grandma were awake enough to talk she would say after an hour or two of us being here "OK it was great seeing you I know you guys want to go out and eat dinner so go ahead!" But NO. My mom & aunts have to sit around smothering her.
Ah well looks like she finally fell asleep. Time to go. See you guys when I return Tuesday night.