The weekend of May 14th I’m going to California with my dad. It is not a trip of pleasure. His godmother, Pat Hayes, is dying. She’s been sick for as long as I can remember, but doctors have now given her a year to live. On one hand I’m looking forward to seeing family, but on the other hand, I’m not a fan of being around death. It’s hard to explain. I’m not really scared of death, since I feel it’s a natural way of life. We all need to die at some point so more humans can be born. But I am scared of dying. I don’t like the idea of dying slowly or in pain. I’d rather it happen quickly. So I suppose I am scared of death, just not the final act. I’m not afraid of the afterlife, and if there isn’t one, then I’ll never have to be afraid.

Parents are a pain. That’s really all I want to say about that.

Well, it appears I am now the dorm’s computer expert. All because Devon said so! Yeah…thanks, hehe. But I don’t mind so much. A lot the questions they ask are simple and I can help them, so…

Gah, I need to track down Cheyenne…I miss her. ;-; See? I’m crying. Ok, not really. But I do miss her.

*hums* Well, it’s weird. Last week I was in a major bad mood, but now I’m almost happy. I think it’s my Lulu avatar. How can you deny her cuteness?! *ahem* If I didn’t have this damn canker sore I probably would be happy. Or if I didn’t have Christain stalkers again. Why do they allows follow me around?