Grandparent's day comes early
I have to go to the grandparent's tomorrow, which will consist of me fixing their computer for like four hours, making random talk and repeating it like eleven times. I am not joking about that, my grandma is losing her short-term memory like a mother fucker... it is soo sad, it makes me angry to see her like this now. I still remember when she was able remember shit better then I could as a kid. Now it is like every few minutes the same exact question. My grandpa is awesome, hopefully I might be able to do something with him, maybe some pool or bowling or something. More than likely nothing else is going to happen other then me fixing their computer... my grandpa is kind of a tight wad but can you expect from a guy who lived during the depression. DAM, my grandpa is fucking old.
The rest of my life... well.... it kind of sucks... I dont start work until next week and my parents are on my case again about petty shit... and I dont even know what to do with my gf anymore, I am really torn on that one.
Had some suicidal thoughts or dreams last night... I have not any of those for well.... quite some time, probably not since like junior high. I'll probably look back on this entry with a good hardy laugh in the future but last night that would have been the furthest thing to happen. For quite some time last night I started to scary myself because I had the means and the opportunity to do it. What I mean is that I have my grandfather's rifle under my bed and I know where the ammo is, and I was not in the greats of moods last night.... BUT DONT WORRY, I would never in a thousand years do something so stupid as that... you need to be worried when I say I was not scared. Well I feeling a lot better now and I'm really glad last night was all over. I am glad that I am in the church choir... it has really helped to keep my busy at times and to bring some kind of structure I guess. Well time to get some sleep, got to get up tomorrow.
The rest of my life... well.... it kind of sucks... I dont start work until next week and my parents are on my case again about petty shit... and I dont even know what to do with my gf anymore, I am really torn on that one.
Had some suicidal thoughts or dreams last night... I have not any of those for well.... quite some time, probably not since like junior high. I'll probably look back on this entry with a good hardy laugh in the future but last night that would have been the furthest thing to happen. For quite some time last night I started to scary myself because I had the means and the opportunity to do it. What I mean is that I have my grandfather's rifle under my bed and I know where the ammo is, and I was not in the greats of moods last night.... BUT DONT WORRY, I would never in a thousand years do something so stupid as that... you need to be worried when I say I was not scared. Well I feeling a lot better now and I'm really glad last night was all over. I am glad that I am in the church choir... it has really helped to keep my busy at times and to bring some kind of structure I guess. Well time to get some sleep, got to get up tomorrow.