I think someone just raped my life.
My day has consisted of many levels. Let me tell you about them.
Waking Up- It was painful because I've been working a lot and smoking pot so I was extremely tired. I got up and got dressed to go to my grandparents marriage ceremony at my Uncle Alex and Aunt Tati's house.
Drive Down to Miami- This too was very bad. My little brother put his snotty newspaper on my leg on purpose. He is a true bastard. I really love him a lot and know that he can be a sweet person but I haven't seen that part of him in way too too long. The rest of the trip wasn't too bad, I had my ipod on shuffle which never fails to leave me thankful for musicians.
Miami- The wedding was beautiful. My grandpa looked really sick but really handsome too. MY grandma looked as beautiful as ever and she was really thankful that we all drove down to be witnesses to their re-marriage. It was hard not to cry and had to make a couple trips to the bathroom to regain composure but I kept it together pretty well. Sometimes I wish crying wasn't something that made me people think they needed to hug you but sometimes that's all that will help.
My grandparents didn't hang out very long because my grandpa was getting tired and I'm sure he was nervous about starting chemotherapy tomorrow.
James, Mia, and I stayed at my uncles when everyone else left and got to hang out with our new cousin, Nicholas. He was really cute and refreshing to hang out with. Babies are really beautiful. It sucks to grow up out that innocence.
Drive Home- Basically my brother and sister tore me up for 45 minutes and in the last 5 tried to tell me they think I've improved and grown up a lot in the last year.
I know they aren't perfect either but I wish they would cut me a little more slack. Considering neither of them spent any time with me their senior year but expect me to turn into Hydee's new mommy and daddy for the next 5 months when really I spend more time with her and my parents then anyone else in the world and for some reason I'm still getting the "All you care about is your friends" talk.
Fuck it. I don't know what to do next year. FUCK.
I'm so confused, scared, excited, pissed, and overall overwhelmed, I don't know what to do with myself, other than write about it in a gay livejournal post. fuck what my life has turned into.
Waking Up- It was painful because I've been working a lot and smoking pot so I was extremely tired. I got up and got dressed to go to my grandparents marriage ceremony at my Uncle Alex and Aunt Tati's house.
Drive Down to Miami- This too was very bad. My little brother put his snotty newspaper on my leg on purpose. He is a true bastard. I really love him a lot and know that he can be a sweet person but I haven't seen that part of him in way too too long. The rest of the trip wasn't too bad, I had my ipod on shuffle which never fails to leave me thankful for musicians.
Miami- The wedding was beautiful. My grandpa looked really sick but really handsome too. MY grandma looked as beautiful as ever and she was really thankful that we all drove down to be witnesses to their re-marriage. It was hard not to cry and had to make a couple trips to the bathroom to regain composure but I kept it together pretty well. Sometimes I wish crying wasn't something that made me people think they needed to hug you but sometimes that's all that will help.
My grandparents didn't hang out very long because my grandpa was getting tired and I'm sure he was nervous about starting chemotherapy tomorrow.
James, Mia, and I stayed at my uncles when everyone else left and got to hang out with our new cousin, Nicholas. He was really cute and refreshing to hang out with. Babies are really beautiful. It sucks to grow up out that innocence.
Drive Home- Basically my brother and sister tore me up for 45 minutes and in the last 5 tried to tell me they think I've improved and grown up a lot in the last year.
I know they aren't perfect either but I wish they would cut me a little more slack. Considering neither of them spent any time with me their senior year but expect me to turn into Hydee's new mommy and daddy for the next 5 months when really I spend more time with her and my parents then anyone else in the world and for some reason I'm still getting the "All you care about is your friends" talk.
Fuck it. I don't know what to do next year. FUCK.
I'm so confused, scared, excited, pissed, and overall overwhelmed, I don't know what to do with myself, other than write about it in a gay livejournal post. fuck what my life has turned into.