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My great-aunt died from cancer on Wednesday, so her wake was today. My grandmother feels so guilty about her death; she outlived her baby sister. But it happens, shitty as it is. I mean, cancer can be a damn vicious disease and it doesn't care how old you are. Grandma knows that, but she's still so broken up. She didn't even go into the room for the wake... I'm not even sure how she's going to be at the funeral tomorrow.
Anyway, at the wake I found out that my second cousin has (had?) a ska-punk band; he plays guitar and sings the lead vocals. My mom insisted on buying their CD from his father; listening to it now. It's actually not that bad. Color me surprised.
Finally, I'm dogsitting again. From the 1st to the 5th I get to stay at my friend's and watch their pets and aaah, I'm very much looking forward to it. Freeeeeeeedom.
EDIT: I'll get to responding to comments eventually. Promise.
Anyway, at the wake I found out that my second cousin has (had?) a ska-punk band; he plays guitar and sings the lead vocals. My mom insisted on buying their CD from his father; listening to it now. It's actually not that bad. Color me surprised.
Finally, I'm dogsitting again. From the 1st to the 5th I get to stay at my friend's and watch their pets and aaah, I'm very much looking forward to it. Freeeeeeeedom.
EDIT: I'll get to responding to comments eventually. Promise.