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Happy belated birthday to Spoder, Green, Cherry, Ran-Ran, Tim, and Onii-chan.
What's with all the summer birthdays?
So summer, summer, well, lets see...
some of my friends stayed for dinner and we played two truths and a lie, I had them quack like ducks out on the street. whee
We went to China, and it was horrid. The place is so polluted and corrupt, that thinking about it doesn't make me feel too well. The stuff there was cheap though, and I was able to buy a cosplay book. Unfortunately, it's in Chinese, and I can't read it.
Most of my summer resolutions didn't even get started. I have worked on Twiggy's story, but it's very hard to continue when my summary and character sheets have been thrown away. ( I swear my mom delights in taking important things of mine and throwing it away, or using it for something else.)
As for Cobu's story, I look forward to start writing it again. I got some of it written in China, but not enough, and the summary character sheets were written in pencil, pencil that is now half rubbed off. So I have to go over it again with pen.
I think the only thing I kept doing was growing my nails. They're pretty darn long right now, and it's barely been four months. I have a feeling the hot weather had a hand in making them grow...
Typing is strange, and I miss playing the piano.
Host Club is ending soon, and I hope they have a sequel or epilouge, the series was so short.
So anyways, I'm sad. Not sad enough to cry, but at certain times, I come close. My grandma get sicker everyday, and there's nothing we can do. The cancer has spread over most of her body, and she's so thin now. Thin and weak. She's taken care of me since birth, and honestly, I'm closer to my grandma than to my mom. Dad estimates that she might have about a month or so left, but who knows?
It started two years ago, I think, after she moved out of our house and went to live by herself. Curse my mother for being paranoid and spiteful of my grandmother. That woman just can't see the line between truth and suspicion.
She tripped on a bus and hurt herself, and never exercised again after that. Then last year, during a visit to the doctor, they found that what she thought was a small illness was actually cancer. No, cancers actually, gall and lung. So she went to surgery, and they had the mutated cells cut out of her. Unfortunately, half a year later, they came back. They couldn't perform surgery again since she was already weak, so she slowly deteriorated. At the beggining of summer, she was still pretty normal looking, other than the fact that she was weaker and more unsteady on her feet. But, in the span of three months, the cancerous cells took over her body. Now she lays in bed all day, unable to walk, eat solids, or get out of bed by herself.
She's starting to forget us too.
What makes me mad is how my relatives treat her. Or rather, how the family of her first son treats her. My aunt is paid by the government every month for taking care of her, something a family member should do regardless of money, but she does such a poor job of it. That worthless fat tub of filth actually thinks cancer is contagious even after all research disproves that claim. If it weren't for my grandmother's help, those idiots would still live in the back country of China. Instead of the care and respect they should be showing her, they do just the opposite. They take pride in being the firstborn family, but refused to take her into their house (which is warmer and conveinently close to two hospitals). My aunt washes my grandma's clothes in dangerous chemicals and gives her little to no attention. The list goes on, but the more I type, the angrier I get. I think stopping here is a good idea.
Ahh yes, a jrock break, just what I need, and a shower.
So anyways, the new school term has started, and there are so many clubs I want to join. Too bad some meetings get in the way of others. Video game club sounds fun, but knitting and leo club are on the same day. So is the youth humane society club. Gosh, they all seem to be clustered on Wednesdays or Thursdays.
Everyone seems to think I'm younger than I am. And since my sister started this year, they're mistaking us for twins. Again. It's quite fun. I remember being asked if we were twins like twice a day while we were in China.
Listening to Bushido by Psycho le Cemu. heart
 pinkjingling · Sat Sep 30, 2006 @ 07:25am · 0 Comments |
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