Jesus, this is an update. A real, live update!!!oneoneeleven.
So, yesterday was fairly shitty. Went to PA to see Susan Peters and my grandma. I swear, I thought I was on the way down to Kentucky again going to Susan Peters'...it was the cornfields, Cracker Barrel billboard, and trailer parks that lent that hick quality to the whole thing. So we took an extensive tour of her new house, which is a condo, and therefore one of 762,847,762,423 that look EXACTLY THE SAME. I would go crazy living in a condo development like that. Then we went to my grandma's, and me, my dad, Uncle Terry, and Alex amused ourselves while my mom and her sisters talked with my grandma about what she's going to do about her cancer.
Me and Alex had the girliest time ever- we drank Starbucks, read Seventeen and watched Miss Congeniality 2. It was really frightening. The good part was that I bought Slaughterhouse 5.
Anyway, so my grandma is doing absolutely zip about her cancer- she's not going to fight and do chemo so she might live another five years to see six of her grandchildren graduate, she's going to pretend it's all fine and suffocate from her tumor within six months.
I know I sound bitter, but I'm really okay about it. She's old, it's the end of her life, she just wants to be done with it all. Understandable. I just really cannot deal with my mom exploding and miserabling because her mom is dying.

I've been feeling particularly activisty lately, probably because of the Human Rights Task Force meeting, which was really quite cool. It's just the type of stuff I always wanted to do. They're going to the DC protest on Sept. 24th, and I swear I will find a way to go, chaperoned or not.

Also, Killers concert is coming up, and we all know how gay they are (!!!), so I'm assuming that'll be a much better experience than the last concert we all went to.

Suddenly I'm putting lots of spaces between my mini paragraphs.

I've been particularly obsessed with QAF lately; been working my way through the first couple seasons that I downloaded. I think I may just YSI a bunch of episodes for Jewlie so it doesn't keep clogging up our AIM conversations.

Jula's in Germany. *waves flag* Only, not a German flag. It's stupid, really- I miss him like hell, but I try not to complain about it, because I know I just annoy people with my random eyes-filling-up-with-tears-becoming-silent thing. Come on, I annoy myself. I've told myself that this doesn't count as complaining about it, because it's general and not directed at a specific person. I dunno when I redefined complaining, but eh.

I was going to have a nice long political rant under the cut, but we'll save it for next time, as I really don't feel up to it, and I actually just want to call Jess and make plans.

Only, my parents seem to think that for some reason, I would enjoy going to BJ's. The only reason I would enjoy that would be constant snickering at the name.

Oh, and good(ish) news. Brig'll be on my bus. While that once would have comforted me beyond all possible comfort, I'm not sure that it'll be good, because she's the goddamn friendliest person ever, and will likely have eight thousand other people to talk to. But maybe if we're on the bus together, with not other people, we'll actually become good friends again.

Okay, I'm leaving now, I've been typing for like 8 minutes and I'm bored.