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Most of the day was spent at the hospital with my grandmother. She slept through most of the day, so I suppose I can't really complain all that much. In a few hours I need to get up and get dad off to work because mum stayed the night at the hospital. Then I have to go pick up my cousin from the bus station around 9ish and take her to the hospital. I think everyone is really convinced that grandma is going to go this time.
I doubt she is.
Not that it would be horrible if she went (and by saying so I sound like the most horrible grand-daughter in the world), but she's lasted this long. She's way past the point that anyone ever thought she would be and I have to at least commend her on that. I'm not sure why she hasn't just thrown in the towel yet, but I suppose everyone has their reasons for doing things.
I should have been sleeping hours ago, but instead I got the urge to look through high school yearbooks. It put me in a horribly foul mood. I realized that the memories they talk about in yearbooks aren't mine. I wasn't a social person, sure I had my friends but for the most part I didn't partake in all the hullabaloo that was high school. Articles throughout the whole thing about things that didn't interest me such as 'lol here's what people said in class' and 'whoa! kids at lockers with make-up'...yargha yargha. I think it makes me sound a little bitter that I didn't participate in anything, but I don't think I am. I wasn't trendy and I wasn't popular and I guess I feel like yearbooks mean more to those kinds of people. I dunno. Eventually I threw the damn thing against the wall and watched some more 'Arrested Development', which I am incredibly fond of.
I think once I have money I might actually invest in the DVDs. That is if I ever have money again. Or something. Come to think of it, I'm not even really sure what the point of this entry was. I think something along the lines of 'Hey guess what guys! My grandma is in the hospital!'.
Bed is calling.
I doubt she is.
Not that it would be horrible if she went (and by saying so I sound like the most horrible grand-daughter in the world), but she's lasted this long. She's way past the point that anyone ever thought she would be and I have to at least commend her on that. I'm not sure why she hasn't just thrown in the towel yet, but I suppose everyone has their reasons for doing things.
I should have been sleeping hours ago, but instead I got the urge to look through high school yearbooks. It put me in a horribly foul mood. I realized that the memories they talk about in yearbooks aren't mine. I wasn't a social person, sure I had my friends but for the most part I didn't partake in all the hullabaloo that was high school. Articles throughout the whole thing about things that didn't interest me such as 'lol here's what people said in class' and 'whoa! kids at lockers with make-up'...yargha yargha. I think it makes me sound a little bitter that I didn't participate in anything, but I don't think I am. I wasn't trendy and I wasn't popular and I guess I feel like yearbooks mean more to those kinds of people. I dunno. Eventually I threw the damn thing against the wall and watched some more 'Arrested Development', which I am incredibly fond of.
I think once I have money I might actually invest in the DVDs. That is if I ever have money again. Or something. Come to think of it, I'm not even really sure what the point of this entry was. I think something along the lines of 'Hey guess what guys! My grandma is in the hospital!'.
Bed is calling.
