I'm back in school. This semester is boring and the only class I actually like is English (like I didn't see that one coming, psh).
I was going to go to Chicago for my birthday but that might be a "no" because of money issues and everything. I think I might just go see Black Gold March 6th and call that my birthday celebration.
It's been a hectic nine days. So, last Wednesday, I'm watching Zodiac with my sisters in the living room and my mom comes down - she was supposed to be taking me to work at around 3:45) and told us that my grandfather passed away that afternoon. It hasn't really clicked...like, I know he's not there, but I just saw him on New Year's Day and I don't want to believe that he's not there anymore. I told my Campus Life advisor, Kevin, and he said, "It'll click at the worst time and it'll hit you hard" cause the same thing happened to him when his dad died. The funeral was Tuesday and seriously? It still doesn't feel real. I've been listening to a lot of Panic, The Cab, and Every Avenue. I'm connecting "Miserable at Best" by Mayday Parade to this. My mom connects "One Sweet Day" with my other grandfather. I can't believe that I have one grandparent alive...and my hand has never itched this bad to write before but the words aren't coming out right.
Now that I've depressed everyone, time for good news, yeah? I'm taking my youngest sister to her first concert February tenth to The Secret Valentine Tour in PA. I'm so happy The Cab gets to be part of her first concert. I wish mine were that good LOL
So, I'm out. Gonna read and try to write.
Peace.Love.Dez.
