2 posts tagged “funeral”

So how are you?

    There's much to say and little to report on my end, as far as things go.

    My Uncle is dead.  My family just got back from Norristown, Pennsylvania.  We went to the funeral.  I'm sad I didn't know him that well.  He had cancer and we were planning on visiting him but on Tuesday night he collapsed and he was on a ventilator and he had a living will.

    I'm I the only person who hates viewings?  I hate them.  I hate seeing the body of a person I loved.  It makes me want to throw up and cry.  I hate it.

    The funeral was beautiful, the graveyard where he's buried is beautiful.  I feel sick and sad and disgusting.  I hate that.  I missed arts block thursday and all of friday.   I don't care though, I'm really happy I went.

    School sucks, but it always sucks.  I've been going crazy.  I get to school at 7:30 and leave at about 5:00.  I'm at school for longer than most people have a work day.  But then again, it's all downhill from here.

I decided on monday I don't like cell phones.  I own one, yes but I decided they aren't very good.  I was in the car with my mom.  We were right by a metro station and there were only about two people who came up or went down who weren't talking on their cell phones.  I feel like cell phones are keeping people from connecting with each other.  And truly, how often have you had a really good conversation on a cell?  Do that number and compare it to how long you've had a cell phone.

I also don't get texting.

What can I say?  I'm a freakish fifteen year old.

Yesterday I did something stupid.

My sister alice found out my password to my labtop (before you peg as spoiled it was brother's old one and he needed a new one), so I changed the password.  But I forget what I changed it to.  Stupid, right?  Sigh.

Last night in my dream there were plural moose.

I remember in my dream I said, "Hey look!  Meese!"  But I know that's not right.  I'm pretty sure it's one moose, many moose.

Yesterday my mom got in contact with a psychiatrist for me.

It could be good, you know?  Then, maybe, I'd stop annoying my sister by whining.  But I'm also socially awkward (see previous post) so....  Yeah.

My older brother recently started going to a therapist.  He/She gave him anxiety medicine thank god.  He's pretty high strung.

Want to hear something that's just so messed up?

My brother is a senior in college, a dancer and choreographer.  He choreographed this great piece and the dancers in it got to perform it at this prestigious gala at Radford(sp?).

But two weeks ago a friend of his got killed in a car crash.  He went to the funeral, and missed one rehearsal.

Yesterday he needed a video of his piece to submit to something I don't remember what.  But anyway, his dancers were mad at him for going to a funeral and wouldn't come and let him videotape his choreography!

It ended up okay though.  Thank god.

I hope I remember the password.