SO SORRY! I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR EVER!! Not that anyone really checks or cares about my journal but whatever I still feel bad that people come here and comment for whatever reason, if they are responding to my comments or whatever. People take time to comment on my journal and I am a douche bag and don't spend time on here 
. Anyway I am going to work to fix it, I just deleted a bunch of my bookmark interesting so I have mostly only friends on my bookmark list and that should free up time 
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ANWAY First basket ball game of the summer!
I played basketball for the first time in a few months. A common saying on the court is "he's breaking your ankles!" They say that when some one crosses you up and your defending them then they smoke you and score. Yeah well that didn't happen but I sure as hell feel like I broke both my ankles... My kidneys hurt, I think I need to see a doctor about that...
I decked two guys, I do that... Once I got a knee in my knee and I have a welt, *shrug* I'm rough and tumble.
My grandfather died last night. I'm ok with it, we were never really close, I'm very close to my grandmother (his widow) but he always just observed and when he spoke he mumbled so badly I never knew what he was saying. He had some weird problem and he was sitting on the toilet and couldn't get up while he was spitting up blood. They took him to the hospital, he was fine, something dumb, a tear somewhere. He was so weak from the time he spent in bed, they were putting him through physical therapy and fucking around with his meds. I think they took him off his aspirin which caused him to have a stroke, that shit fucked him up. He lost the use of one arm and one leg, he was too old to recover from that, had he have been younger he would have marched through that (he was 90? 90+? at least 85, he was a trooper). He was brought back home, confined to bed, had to use diapers, couldn't talk more than one word. I saw him when he was in this state. With every breath he would exhale, every exhale sounded as if he was whimpering, as if he was begging for an end to the embarrassment of his daughter and grand daughter changing his diapers and and brushing his teeth. Death came as a friend to him, I am actually happy that he no longer has to suffer. I'm sure most everyone who reads this entry will offer their condolences, I thank you in advance but I really am ok. Now if or when (I say if because my grandmother is a goddess, she has taken over 1,000, got that 1,000 foster children into her home over time, if there are powers that be, they will take my life before hers) she goes, I'ma be FUCKED up, she needs to stay at least 20 more years, this way I'm not at school and I will most likely be home, and my wife (hopefully) would have met her. Anyways, grandpa died, have to attend funeral, not looking forward to the mass sadness, I'm hoping because I'm not necessarily sad about it that I don't come out of this feeling shitty.
Also the reason I have not been online is because I'm addicted to my MMO (massive multilayer online game). My character, this is the guy who is keeping me from you and you from me!
Started working again today, not bad, hurt my back, maybe that was basketball... Don't know, work on Saturday, I think I get weekend pay WOOT!
Crap I thought there was something else... Oh yeah I have not been going to that art studio, They think I haven't been coming in because I know the bosses daughter... No I actually think that's cool, I'm just lazy... I suck...
HOPE ALL YALL HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND! MY MONDAY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUNERAL I HOPE IS NOT TUESDAY =( I HAVE TICKETS TO SEE XMEN 3 BEFORE IT COMES OUT! I bet that makes me sound like an ass but I'm REALLY ok with death, after my close friend killed himself Junior year of high school I understand and accept death, I don't find mourning over it productive, at least not for me. It's what works for me, being around other people who are sad makes it harder for me, it really doesn't help. I like to remember the good times, luckily I took a year off this year and spent a good amount of mornings at my grandmas and she made me pancakes. She NEVER makes pancakes, she used to for me all the time but then I didn't go for years and she would only make them once a year for Fat Tuesday and then I started driving up myself and I got to spend time with her and my grandfather and she gave him some pancakes, that was probably the best thing he had before he died... I will remember that forever...
ANYWAY HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND GUYS! ILL KEEP IN TOUCH! (or try
)
Edited to add:
. Anyway I am going to work to fix it, I just deleted a bunch of my bookmark interesting so I have mostly only friends on my bookmark list and that should free up time .
ANWAY First basket ball game of the summer!
I played basketball for the first time in a few months. A common saying on the court is "he's breaking your ankles!" They say that when some one crosses you up and your defending them then they smoke you and score. Yeah well that didn't happen but I sure as hell feel like I broke both my ankles... My kidneys hurt, I think I need to see a doctor about that...
I decked two guys, I do that... Once I got a knee in my knee and I have a welt, *shrug* I'm rough and tumble
.
My grandfather died last night. I'm ok with it, we were never really close, I'm very close to my grandmother (his widow) but he always just observed and when he spoke he mumbled so badly I never knew what he was saying
. He had some weird problem and he was sitting on the toilet and couldn't get up while he was spitting up blood. They took him to the hospital, he was fine, something dumb, a tear somewhere. He was so weak from the time he spent in bed, they were putting him through physical therapy and fucking around with his meds. I think they took him off his aspirin which caused him to have a stroke, that shit fucked him up. He lost the use of one arm and one leg, he was too old to recover from that, had he have been younger he would have marched through that (he was 90? 90+? at least 85, he was a trooper). He was brought back home, confined to bed, had to use diapers, couldn't talk more than one word. I saw him when he was in this state. With every breath he would exhale, every exhale sounded as if he was whimpering, as if he was begging for an end to the embarrassment of his daughter and grand daughter changing his diapers and and brushing his teeth. Death came as a friend to him, I am actually happy that he no longer has to suffer. I'm sure most everyone who reads this entry will offer their condolences, I thank you in advance but I really am ok. Now if or when (I say if because my grandmother is a goddess, she has taken over 1,000, got that 1,000 foster children into her home over time, if there are powers that be, they will take my life before hers) she goes, I'ma be FUCKED up, she needs to stay at least 20 more years, this way I'm not at school and I will most likely be home, and my wife (hopefully) would have met her. Anyways, grandpa died, have to attend funeral, not looking forward to the mass sadness, I'm hoping because I'm not necessarily sad about it that I don't come out of this feeling shitty.
Also the reason I have not been online is because I'm addicted to my MMO (massive multilayer online game). My character, this is the guy who is keeping me from you and you from me!
Started working again today, not bad, hurt my back, maybe that was basketball... Don't know, work on Saturday, I think I get weekend pay WOOT!
Crap I thought there was something else... Oh yeah I have not been going to that art studio, They think I haven't been coming in because I know the bosses daughter... No I actually think that's cool, I'm just lazy... I suck...
HOPE ALL YALL HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND! MY MONDAY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUNERAL I HOPE IS NOT TUESDAY =( I HAVE TICKETS TO SEE XMEN 3 BEFORE IT COMES OUT! I bet that makes me sound like an ass but I'm REALLY ok with death, after my close friend killed himself Junior year of high school I understand and accept death, I don't find mourning over it productive, at least not for me. It's what works for me, being around other people who are sad makes it harder for me, it really doesn't help. I like to remember the good times, luckily I took a year off this year and spent a good amount of mornings at my grandmas and she made me pancakes. She NEVER makes pancakes, she used to for me all the time but then I didn't go for years and she would only make them once a year for Fat Tuesday and then I started driving up myself and I got to spend time with her and my grandfather and she gave him some pancakes, that was probably the best thing he had before he died... I will remember that forever...
ANYWAY HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND GUYS! ILL KEEP IN TOUCH! (or try
)
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adria:
Because we were drunk and it was something to do.
adria:
death star, shapped like a death star...round.