Meet Bon Jovi!
She's new! And BAD. She doesn't understand that the bathtub isn't a litter box. Hopefully we'll fix that problem soon.
This weekend I went to Mississippi. I was hit on more than all of the times I've ever been hit on in my life. A boy offered to let me live with him and he'd take care of me. Another boy asked to see my boobs for $20. It was.....interesting. I saw Adam! I haven't seen him since....forever ago. He was like 12 or something. He's all adorable now.
Also, I don't think I'll ever understand this thing that boys do where they're all "I'm tired of being taken advantage of and treated like shit! I'm a totally different person now! I'm gonna be mean so people can't hurt me!" That is no reason to be cruel to the people who love you and who have NEVER taken advantage of you.
Anyway, grandma definitely has cancer. All the tests are back and confirm it. They're currently discussing treatment options. There are two different kinds, apparently. One started in her thyroid and moved into her lungs. The other is in her throat near her larynx. Yeah. I don't know.
Overall, this weekend kinda sucked. The only fun I had was at a bar, hangin' out with my aunt and Paul (before he got drunk and mean).
This was the dullest drive in the world. And my cell didn't work for the last hour or so.
The scenery:
Mississippi Bridge and River:
And these were my travel companions:
I nearly died of boredom.