Gradma's in the hospital, again. Is it totally selfish that I'm thinking more about my problems? If she kicks the bucket, because she is certainly old and ill enough to do so, my mother will become an even bigger emo drama queen and snap at every little thing even faster than she already does. Dad and I are fed up with her drama and we certainly don't need more. She'll probably want to bring my aunt to stay over with us. Normally I have no problems with my aunt but the less people there are in the house the better, because I don't like people. She'll be emo, dramatic and attention needy, attention that I am not willing to give. I have better things to do than listen to an emotionally and mentally unstable aunt blaming the world for her mother's death. It gets worse, as much as I hate funerals, mother would want to have one and she'll want me to attend and if I don't she'll annoy me to insanity.
I find funerals to be highly unnecessary. Those who are sad because of the death, that is totally expected to happen anyway, will focus on that instead of focusing on better things. Those who are not grieving someone who they knew would die soon, will be sad to be stuck in a stupid funeral bored out of their minds when they could be doing something useful. If she kicks the bucket before the semester ends, I'm so taking my book, pen, paper and a calculator along to study in the lobby. My mother can take a long walk off short cliff if she thinks she can stop me. I refuse to waste valuable time sitting in a funeral quietly. Can't we just meet at a certain time, pray then go home?!
Most o the time in funerals people aren't even praying, or talking or doing anything, just sitting there. It's ridiculous and stupid. Furthermore, I won't be able to hide my anger, hypocrisy has never been my thing and mother expects me cry?! Yeah, right, I'll be glaring a burning hole complemented with swords and daggers into anyone who dares to cross my path. So gradma, please survive at least until I graduate and get a job. Then I can escape the boredom of a funeral because I need to attend me job, no way am I wasting a vacation day on that crap, plus I'll have my own cash so mother can't whine that I woe her going because she pays for me stuff. You couldn't bribe me to deal with such idiocy, unless the bribe is in the millions and she doesn't have that kind of cash. So grandma please, so us all a favor and live. Selfish, I know.
Later: In this day and age, in the area where I live, it is not possible to starve, unless its done on purpose which I won't do, so mom, stop worrying that I'll starve if you're not there at dinner time to give me food, same goes for dad. The refrigerator is packed with food, I could live off that for a week, so obviously I can live off it for a day. There's money and a phnoe in the house, meaning that if I run out of food I can call for delivery. There are grocery stores and bakeries near by and I have a car and license, if for whatever reason I can't call for deliver I can just go buy food. I am not going to starve so quit worriying that my food isn't ready, I can easily make myself a sandwich or something and I do know how to fry things so I'm not 100% useless in a kitchen, but who cares, I love cereal, I could live on cereal and I have plenty of cereal and Pepsi, the fridge is full of Pepsi.
Even Later: Mum's staying at Grandma's house or hospital room, not sure. Dad was being overly worried about dinner. Dad, I'm not going to starve... don't wait for me to eat to go eat yourself. XD