Grandpa is in the hospital with 20% of his lungs and heart working. I'm not a genius or anything, but that doesn't sound good. Grandma's eye is getting worse, worse enough that they wouldn't give her a shot for it yesterday.
I think the hardest part of growing up for me isn't taking responsibility for my actions, paying bills or even making my life into something. I think the hardest part is watching your best friends that you've practically lived with, rot away and inch closer to their end. That's a pretty hard thing to deal with.
In good news. Some of the store's merchandise is being shipped away to Sweden for a mini photo shoot for their newspaper over there. I'm pretty excited about that considering that they have around 70,000 subscribers. Hopefully she doesn't rip me off and not ship them back to me.
School starts next week and I'm ready to go. I'm ready to get some interaction with people other than a furry black mut and an awfully cute boyfriend. In the nicest way. I like school. I hated high school, but I like college. Maybe if I try really really hard I'll make a friend that's not a boy. It's so easy to be friends with boys because they're 100 times easier to get a long with, but usually it always ends up with them wanting to be "more than friends". NOT HAPPENIN FELLAS. I'd like to find a nice running partner.
By the way. My auction is ending on eBay in one hour and thirty-four minutes. Check it out.
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=7735530133&rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMESE%3AIT&rd=1I love this shit.