July 22, 2010 = Sad Day for My Family

Tomorrow is going to be a sad day. It is my Grandmother’s (my dad’s mom’s) funeral. She died this past Sunday before my parents, my sister, Sarah, and I could get the chance to go see her in the hospital. And we found out that she is to be buried as close as possible to my baby brother, Justin, whom Mom unfortunately had a miscarriage with. She was only five months along with him. If he was to be alive and went through till full-term, he would be seventeen right now.

It made my parents cry with shock when they found out that she is to be buried by Justin. After all of these years, my grandmother never forgot about him. She made the decision of where to be buried in 2001. And no one knew a thing about it until all of us that were at the hospital found out on Sunday. No one! I have told myself that Grandma is a God-send to my parents, my sister, and me because she is with Justin now. Physically, that is. After the funeral, Mom, Dad, Sarah, and I, and probably my aunt, her family, my uncles, and one of my uncle’s family are supposed to go visit Justin’s grave. I told Mom on Sunday that now we have a reason to at least go to the cemetery once a year because Grandma and Justin are buried in the same cemetery. And also, they are buried in Illinois and we live out in Indiana. Before, we would (unfortunately and very rude of us) go to Justin’s grave once every few or five years.

And what is giving my aunt and Dad comfort is that Dad has said that Grandma is with Grandpa. He died a little over thirty-three years ago.

I hope that at the funeral and the burial, there will be no problems at all. There is this one guy that my dad, aunt, and uncles do not like at all because he has done wrong by the entire family, especially Grandma.

It sucks that this is another death my parents, Sarah, and I have to go through. In December of 2008, we had to put our first dog down. In June of 2009, my Grandmother (mom’s mom) passed away. In May of this year (2010), we had to put our second dog down. And now, in July of 2010, my grandmother has passed away. And then, within the next year or so, my Great-Grandma (mom’s grandma) is most likely going to pass away because she is in her mid-90s. And then within the next few years or so, my grandfather (mom’s dad) is going to pass away.

It is going to be one sad day for all of us, especially Grandma’s five children.

Summer & School

Here I am, in the beginning of July. The temperature is so hot. Unfortunately, I can’t have my air conditioning on in my room during the day because the one in the front room is on and having both on will trip a circuit. So, right now, I am laying on my bed right in front of my desk fan. Even with the fan on, it is so hot because it is only blowing warm air on me.

Next weekend, my parents and I are going to my aunt’s house in Illinois. Unfortunately, also next weekend, my dad and I have to work. It is an outdoor event. So, yes, we will be out in the blazing sun, dying of thirst.

My sister is out of state. She is visiting a friend in Florida or Georgia or somewhere down there. She will be returning either Saturday or Sunday. It is peaceful without her here.

School starts back up in early September. I am so excited, not because it is school, but because after this year is over, I only have one more year of school. And then, I am officially done with school. Right now, I am holding off on an internship until next year because I want to get most of my classes that I have to have for my general education, major, and minor done.

I figure that a month or so before I graduate college, I will turn in a lot of résumés. I will turn them into radio stations, news stations, and papers. I have worked on the school’s newspaper doing copy editing, the school’s news helping record the show, and during Fall Semester, I hope to work at the school’s radio station. I want to get as much experience as I can that way I can decide on what area I want to work in. Right now, I have absolutely no idea of what I want to work in. if I can or if I am able to, I would not mind working in Mishawaka at the South Bend Tribune, News 22, and Sunny 101.5, just because they are in the same building.

I told a classmate of mine from high school that I am going to stop wanting to get a boyfriend while in college. I told her that, now, I am going to concentrate on finishing my classes, graduating, and finding a good job. I also told her that if I get a boyfriend before I graduate, then good for me. Right now, I do not have the time to look for relationships. I mean, graduation is closing in on me. I know that I have a little under two years to go before graduating, but now is the crucial time where I need to make sure I get all of my classes and credits in. And then there is finding a job. Right now, relationships are out the window for me. As I said, if I get a boyfriend before I graduate, then good for me, I just can’t expect or hope that it will last. And then my classmate asked me if she was speaking to the real me. Because up until then, I was always about finding a relationship. Well, it took a good meeting with my major advisor over classes and a good kick in the bum of the time to realize that I should not be thinking about boys. Classes. Graduation. Work. Those are the things I should be worrying about. A year or so after graduation and/or working, I can start worrying about relationships and all.

Many Things

First of all, last month was my birthday. I turned twenty-one. Just like last year, it started out sucking. And unlike last year, it stayed that way. I slightly recall something about my dad being mad at “my dog,” and that is what made me mad. I could not wait to go to school for an organ recital. At least it got me a few hours out of the house. And my day ended sucking.

Second of all, I finished the school year, including exams, last Wednesday. The unfortunate thing is that I have May Term. It starts Wednesday and goes for three weeks. And then, it is officially summer break! I cannot wait.

Third of all, speaking of summer break, I have to work a few days after my last day of May Term and then again in June. But then I do not have to work again (so far as I know) until October. But my job is not a usual one. If you heard or participated in what I do, I think that you would understand why I hate having to work, let alone hate it when my uncle calls (he is the manager).

Fourth of all, this coming school year, I will be a junior in college. And by the end of May Term next year (because I am scheduled for it once again), I will be two credits into being a senior. And then I only have to get twenty-nine more credits (hopefully I can get it done in two semesters rather than having a May Term for the fourth year in a row). And then? Graduation!! You know? I am the first person to go to college (well, my aunt was the first), continue through it (something my aunt did not do), and graduate. I am making history in my family. I am happy for that.

Fifth of all, this guy that I know, he has a picture of him and my sister as his MySpace icon or whatever the heck you call it. I am so unhappy. When I saw that, I wanted to cry.

A little over an hour ago, I texted him and asked if he had anymore of the sake. So, he brought some over. Why? Because I needed a drink. Unfortunately, he did not bring over enough. I could still go for more. I was so in the mood to get drunk or something because I kept on listening to Drowning Pool, Disturbed, and Three Days Grace because it fit my mood at the time. And that made me want to get drunk or something. Now, I do not drink at all. But seeing the picture and hearing the two songs he has on his play list on his MySpace pushed me to wanting some sake. So, here I am. Still wanting more.

Valentine's Day

So, as we all know, Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. Well, actually, it is only a week from today. But, still…

Valentine’s Day is for couples: husbands and wives (or your significant other) and those in a relationship (boyfriend and girlfriend, fiancé and fiancée, or your significant other). Well, those that are married actually have two holidays: Valentine’s Day and they anniversary. But that is another topic for another day.

But what about us single people? I think that we should get a holiday of our own. They should call it “Single’s Day.” That way us single people are not left out of the loop.

Those that are in a relationship for Valentine’s Day get chocolates, stuffed animals, and other goodies.

What about us?

On “Single’s Day,” we should get chocolates, stuffed animals, and other goodies from our family and friends. Once again, we will not be left out of the loop.

I hate Valentine’s Day. Why? Because of something that happened to me when I was a teenager. Long story. But, here I am, a soon-to-be twenty-one year old woman, typing on my laptop. On top of what happened, by the time my mom, and my dad, and my sister (who just turned nineteen just for you to get the point) turned twenty-one, they had already been in relationships. I am twenty-one years old. And I have never, and I mean never had a boyfriend. Yes, it is depressing.

The only things that I have received on Valentine’s Day, from my mother if you were wondering, was a mug, chocolates, pencils, and a small stuffed animal. That was all.

What is so great about Valentine’s Day? When I see decorations, it makes me want to cry or tear down them down and stomp all over them. I swear, the nation does not have any or put us single people into consideration.

Sigh. My twenty-first Valentine’s Day, single, lonely, depressing…

I think that my mom is going to be doing the same thing this year: Getting all of us something. Too bad this Valentine’s Day is not going to be any different from all of the rest that I have had.

If I could have a wish for Valentine’s Day, I would absolutely wish for a boyfriend. A boyfriend that would not mentally (emotionally) hurt me and would end up becoming my husband when I graduate from college.

Oh, did I forget to mention that I am in my second year of college? Yes, I did. I am in my second year of college! So, it is depressing not having had a boyfriend when I was in high school. My parents and sister had a relationship before they even graduated from high school.

Valentine’s Day sucks!!

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

Yeah, so here I am, unfortunately late again on holidays. Christmas – one month and three days late. And for New Year’s – twenty-seven days late.

On Christmas, I got everything I wanted: the sixth Harry Potter movie and a Christmas bear that Wal-Mart has every year for Christmas. It took two Wal-Mart stores to finally find it (in the second one). Talk about me being scared that we would not find one.

After we had unwrapped our presents, I took my things into my room, and proceeded to watch “important” scenes from the sixth movie. What I mean by “important” is just the scenes with Draco Malfoy preparing things for what was going to happen at the end. Oh, I even watched the scene where one of the girls was in the air, screaming. I watched the scene where Malfoy and Harry fought, and I nearly cried when Malfoy was on the floor, bleeding.

For dinner, my parents had invited Char and her son, Chris, friends of the family. We had ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, deviled eggs… Mm, I can go for Christmas dinner again. Mm, that was so good.

For New Year’s Eve, obviously we did not have a special dinner for the night. But we (well, my parents actually) watched the countdown on NBC. When it got closer to midnight, I left my room from watching videos on the Internet and watched the countdown with them. It was just the three of us and our dog, Xena. I was so busy waiting for midnight that I did not get to see the ball drop and light up 2010. I wish I had paid attention to the ball rather than the clock. But anyway, when midnight came, we all hugged and kissed each other. My mom and I even hugged and kissed Xena. And then, a few minutes later, the fireworks at Amish Acres (behind our house but on State Road 6) went off, and the three of us went outside and watched. We were out there for about ten minutes or so.

Sarah was, yet again, not home for the holiday. But that did not matter. She texted us at midnight, saying, “Happy new year.” Then the three of us did get out our cell phones and text her back, saying, “Happy New Year!”And we texted almost everyone in our contacts list, saying (once again), “Happy New Year.”

We even texted each other! That was so funny. There we were, in the same room, and we texted each other.

It was a good night. The three of us were happy. I can’t say anything else besides that because I think that there are no words to describe how happy we were.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I know that this is late (by five days), but still...

On Wednesday, for around four hours straight, I did dishes, put dishes away, made the vegetable tray, deviled eggs (for my first time) and got everything ready (pots, spoons, tray, et cetera.) for Thursday instead of my mom having to worry about everything when she got home from work.

It was a good Thanksgiving. To a certain extent. I woke up in time to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Instead of being able to watch the entire parade, I shut it off because the T.V. was screwing up (we have stupid digital). While I had it off, I put in a Christmas Trans-Siberian Orchestra CD. I checked mom's apple pie after it was done. After that, I got on the computer, listened to music, and played Solitaire while my parents watched the parade (they turned it back on).

My sister came home for Thanksgiving and our neighbor, Char, did, too. For it being my first time making deviled eggs, it was not bad. Mom said that I probably should have added a little bit more mayonnaise, but still, for my first time, it was not bad. Dad told mom that she told me to guess, and I guessed.

For the rest of the night, I stayed on the computer. Even when my family and Char were watching a Christmas movie, I was still on the computer. I did not get off until about eight or nine o’clock that night. When I heard what Char’s son (who is in California right now), Chris, was going to be eating for Thanksgiving, I was amazed in a way. I could not believe that I heard that he was going to be eating tacos for Thanksgiving dinner. That is not a Thanksgiving dinner.

A Thanksgiving dinner, in my opinion, consists of turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, rolls, butter, dumplings, deviled eggs, (a new tradition that was added) vegetable tray, cranberry sauce, and pie! Yes, I do eat all of these things. But I do not eat cranberry sauce and pie. So I guess that I do not eat all of them. Okay, so I eat most of the foods that I mentioned.

But it was so good. I went back for a second plate. Although, I did not put a lot of everything on my plate, but I did have everything. Throughout the night, I finished eating the rest of the rolls and the deviled eggs.

It was good to have my sister back home for a holiday, even though this was the first holiday she has been out of the house because she moved out. I think she might come home for Christmas dinner on Christmas, but I do not know. My sister moved out about a month ago, just down the street from us. So, it was good to have her over for Thanksgiving. I am wondering if she will come home for Christmas...

No You Didn't!

I do not like it if someone tells me one thing at, say, three in the afternoon and then tells it to another person at eight that night and it is not exactly how they told me it earlier. If my mom told me that so-and-so laughed, and she tells my dad that that same person giggled, I say things like, "Now, she/he didn't," or "You didn't say that," and the list can go on and on. It annoys my parents, especially my mother, when I "have to" nitpick on what they had told me. I have been telling them that they did not say that for about two or three years. I think that there was a day when I did that, and either my mom or dad told me to knock it off and I told them that I was sorry. It is kind of hard to knock it off when I am "perfect."

In my Science class in seventh grade, my teacher was talking about something science-wise. He began talking about that and then he moved from subject to subject. After fifteen minutes or so, he stopped and asked what it was we (my class) were talking about. I sat there, in my seat, and thought about the way the Science topic went to the last topic that was discussed. I discovered that we had ended up going through about five topics just for this one.

At home, there was a time or two when my dad and I were talking. We were talking about our troops, and then we talked about God and what the Bible says in it. While we were talking and after we were done, I thought about what we had originally began talking with. Sometimes my dad will ask what we were talking about, and so I tell him what we were talking about.

I know that there are people out there in the world that have their books in order, whether it is by the series they have read or by the author’s last name. I know, libraries. But, not necessarily every library is going to have their things in exact order.

I mean, take my library for example. When I go to find a movie or a book and I have the code on it, I go, I search, and I can’t find. Why? Because my library does not keep things in order. They are probably like, “Okay, this goes on this shelf, so I’m just going to put it here and let them search for it.” There have been a couple of times where I told my mom that I could go in there, take everything off of their shelves, and put everything back in order as how they are marked.

The books and movies I have, I have them in order as to how they should be read or watched (the Harry Potter series). I even have my school books sorted as to the order my classes fall in. My Religion book is the first on the shelf. My Humanities books are next. And then so are my Writing for the Public Good and then Digital Design. This past weekend, I had my Poetry Workshop class. I had to get a book for it, so, the last thing on my shelf was the book for poetry.