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| Current music: | Cross My Heart - The Hypnotist |
...The Not-So-Happy Entry with a Storybook Happy Ending
well, its 9:25 in the morning, and i really dont have that much to be happy about. i was having some really crazy dreams all nite, undoubtedly due to the fact that i went to bed with all kinds of shit on my mind. yesterday as i was walking through the mall with paul i received a phone call that was from my house, and when i picked up there was a hang-up. i called back, and no one answered. so i had no idea what was going on, so i called me mom. she informed me that my grandfather had been rushed to the hospital again, due to severe pain and the incapability to walk. the way im looking at this is that there is nothing i can do about it, because he's been sick for a long time. if there was in fact something i could do for him, it would surely be done though.
i got up today and received glares from my parents because i left a pen in my pocket last nite and it exploded in the drier, and got ink all over their clothes...yes guys, i did it AGAIN. this is the second time this happend and they aren't happy...
last nite was the Grace Avenue show, and i took a walk to go check it out. after hearing a few songs i took off. pretty decent turnout though for a house show. lots of people. basically the entire goth/metal/"punk rock" population of the school.
yesterday while at the mall, my covert (hey, that's a vocab. word) operation took place. i picked up some stuff that i needed to get, which was good, because it made me feel like the day wasn't a total waste. but then again, sometimes when we feel like the day is waste it really isn't. its probably not even possible for a day to be a waste, because no matter what good or bad occurrences take place, something is always learned. to bad for me it takes these lessons lots of time to sink in...
...The blue skies today remind me of a smile that I haven't seen in what seems like forever...
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