The only thing that's going to bother me is that you'll all call yourselves my friends.

So, this weekend was ridiculous.

First, I hung out with my friends and it was awesome! Slept over my friend Katie's house, woke up and got a text from this kid I haven't spoken to in SIX MONTHS, not for lack of trying on my part.

Seriously?
"Hey you."
......Seriously?
I had to read it over about 93874587435 times before I realized I wasn't still asleep. In the interest of not being extra creepy I waiting till a normal time to text back, seeing as he texted me at almost 3AM that morning and it was only around 7AM. So I eventually did text him back, and to my utter surprise he texted me back. And the conversation continued.
You don't understand.
SIX MONTHS.
He was just about the only thing I cared about for a few weeks, then I go and ruin everything and he stops talking to me completely. He even got a new girlfriend. And now, out of the blue, just when I was about to give up, we're actually having a legitimate text conversation.

Anyhow, Saturday night I was supposed to go to a friends show that was unfortunately canceled, leaving me with NOTHING to do. It sucked.

I woke up this morning and finished the fourth season of Dexter, so good. Decided to throw my jeans in the wash, when my mom tells me that the load that's in there now is her work clothes and she needs everything hung up. (I know right.) Anyhow, I proposition her into helping me dye my jeans black again if I hang her laundry and she agrees. Anyhow, my jeans had faded from their usual black to a rather dull shade of gray with black splotches at the top, and yes they were about as attractive as the word 'splotches.'

I finally got my new inky black beautiful pants from the drier and was reading Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk when my mum decides to come in me and my sisters room and tell us:

My 'grandfather' is in the hospital. Why do I use quotes you ask? Something bad happen? You don't like calling him your grandparent? On the contrary, Matt and Nancy babysat my sister and I since we were little. When we were old enough and no longer needed babysitters they took us on trips during the summer. I've driven through almost every state on this side of the country because of them. They took us to Canada, North Dakota, Kentucky, I've dipped my feet in every great lake. I know, what an accomplishment. And I figure after all the they deserve to be called my 'grandparents' the quotes not implying a dark under toe but a more meaningful relationship than the regular grandparent title.
Anyhow, they found a spot on his lung and now instead of doing a biopsy they're just going to remove that part.

To tell you the truth I feel like whatever happens has already been decided and there's nothing I, nor anyone can do to change that.

Maybe it's just me, I've never really been good with death or feelings of remorse, nor with comforting people. I just can't do it.

I'm a freak.

Anyhow, here's hoping the rest of my week goes as well as my weekend, excluding the past two hours of course.