Blog of a Dork

(Well first off, I’m going to continue using this blog as an outlet to get things off my chest.)

No, seriously. I have just found out that one of my best friends, the person that I spent almost all of my time with last year, is not comming back to UK this year. What am I going to do? She was my support, I was able to make it through all the tough times because I could hang out and relax with her. We did our homework together and ate together and now…

This is a lot to handle so suddenly. And it’s what happended to me last year when the girl I was suppose to room with decided not to go to UK. Those first couple of weeks I was so alone and miserable all  the time. And now it’ll be like that again. Maybe I’m taking it too far, I don’t know. But I just felt like I needed to get that all out.

 To that person, I’m not mad at you. I can certainly understand, it’s a but load of money and I couldn’t py it if I hadn’t worked all through high school and constantly durring the summer. I still love you and hope to still see you a bunch.

  Sometimes I look back at the terrible things that I have done and the people that I have hurt and I just hate myself. Monday was one of those days where I was absorbed in a pool of my own self loathing. Tuesday I felt much better but I’m still not in the best mood. Hopefully I will have a good wednesday.

  Be kind to yourselves My Readers.

  Today was supposed to be a happy day. It’s my grandma’s 75th birthday and we had this big suprise party planned for her. It was going to be great, my mom got some of her friends who are in a band (The York Boys) to play, there was this big cook out, and a bunch of family came in from out of town. Everyone was getting there early to set it up and make sure it was ready for when my grandma arrived. Well, when we pulled in we saw my uncle’s truck speeding out of the drive way but we didn’t think much of it, I thought they were rushing out to get some more food or something. But as we walked up we saw the somber look on everyon’s faces and knew something was wrong. One of my aunts explained that they had just got a call from my grandma saying that my grandpa was burnt badly and they might have to take him to the hospital. It took a while before we got all the details but this is what happened.

  My grandpa isn’t in the best health, he can walk but stays on his little electric wheelchair most of the time. He’s been so excited about this party for my grandma and wanted to make sure everything was going well. So he was outside with my cousin cooking the last of the meat in his big pressure cooker. He was sitting there and suddenly the oil in the pressure cooker just exploded. Maybe bacause it was so hot outside or it was turned up too high, we’re not really sure. But hot oil went all over him. His hat and hair caught on fire and my cousin managed to put it out. But his face was burnt pretty bad and so were his legs. He kept trying to tell my grandma that he was fine because he wanted to get her to the party, but he wasn’t. An ambulance came and took him to the hospital immediatley. He’s in the ICU now and I think he’s doing alright but I’m not sure. My mom went to visit him and she isn’t back yet so I guess I’ll now more then.

  Needless to say the party was sort of ruined. We managed to get my grandma come and we certainly suprised her. The band still played, she opened her presents, and we all had cake but everyone was too worried to fully enjoy themselves. And it was just too hot to do much of anything anyway. Isn’t it strange? A day that should be full of joy is muffled by sorrow. Hmm… life is a tricky thing. If you don’t mind, I would like to ask you guys to pray for my grandpa. I would certainly appreciate it, thank you. That’s all for now My Readers.