I Scream, I Scream So Much, you know what I mean
Click to viewFUUUUCK. Mother signed me but for a SAT Prep class this week held at my school. I've had so much SAT prep I think I'm going to burst. Its all the same fucking technqiues. AND I wasn't asked before she signed me up. Thanks. I have to wake up 6 a week before school starts for this shit.
Wish I could find my ipod. Would make this a lot easier on me. I'm tempted to just bring one of my many cd binders and bring a cd player.
Went to the cousins (Landsmans) to celebrate my Aunt and Uncles anniversary. I arrived to find the Trinishes there (the parents plus all three of the boys), Uncle Urve, Aunt Sonyi, and Lilly.
Lilly and two of the Trinish boys were playing in the pool, rather loudly I might add.
Well seeing as how I have to get up early I'm ganna turn in early and update this tomorrow. Mother just yelled at me (what the fuck is she doing up at this hour?)
This fucking sucks. I'm ganna be miserable being back at school learning something I've already gone over a dozen times. FUUUUUCK.
Well anyway, back to the BBQ.
Mathew Trinish was standing awkwardly on the porch. He claimed he preferred to stand since he spends all day sitting. (He's an IT guy)
Briefly talked with him about graphics cards. He informed me that Intel cards actually swipe the computers memory and you'd have to go into the system to disable it.
Grandpa and Grandma arrived with Aunt Rhona, father and I helped them to the porch. Merriam has gotten really slow, while Joe is fast as ever.
Father and I asked Joe at one point if he thought his brother Daniel was tone-death, he respondes by saying "well he played violin for a little while...I'M TONE DEATH" Typical. Me Me Me Me Me. That's Grandpa Joe for you.
Cousin Lilly was running around the house. She wanted to run her hourse thing in the dishwasher. That's all she knows or talks about, that or the Jonas Brothers.
After viewing a slide-show of photos, Dad and I agreed we missed Uncle Neil. We got the address of where the cemetery was from Rhona.
Next day dad and I go to Uncle Neils final resting place, a cemetary located off Liberty Road. I was the one who found it using only my memory of where we parked.
Dad talked to the grave for a little while which caught me off guard. I cried a little bit standing there. Its good that I forgot that its almost been a year. '
Father and I both agreed that it was different at family gatherings without the sly wit of Uncle Neil. He was a funny guy and was perpetually squinting. Dad remembers being driven by Neil to basketball games in the 70's and he was a bad driver then too. Also, Neil was a season ticket holder for the Baltimore Bullets and then the Wizards.
We then went and saw District 9, not bad.